Jul 8, 2023
@appleyed “people look at me like i'm a monster.” her tone doesn't carry the same weight as her words, almost amused by it instead—she tells herself it's fine, preferred, even, to be feared, rather than the one afraid. it doesn't matter how lonely it gets at times, so long as she feels protected at the end of the day. “it wasn't even that bad—i only broke four ribs. he has, like, twenty more, i think.” the son of hermes had practically asked for it, anyway, provoking her until she snapped, shoving him onto the ground, pressing until she heard a crack. he's okay now, resting in the infirmary, being spoon-fed ambrosia, so really, mikayla doesn't know what the big deal is. “you saw what happened, right? he was being a dick.”