Damocles || Athena and Coyote
Coyote was not slow in his walk to Sophias' apartment, steps deliberate and back straight, his face a cold blank slate. He used the spare key he'd been given to slip into the building, pausing on the landings of the stairs to gather his rage, his hurt and to shove back Corbin's hurt and tears.
He let himself into Sophias' apartment, resting his head back against the door for a moment before he spoke. "You know what I'm here for."
It was a statement, not a question.
He sheds his jacket, still shivering from the cold snow falling outside. He'd slept wrong, feeling his powers draining away and knowing they were going to Bear.
He felt Loki's magic leaking in to fill the space, and it scraped his insides raw, the wrong kind of magic.
It would drive him to madness, he was sure.
Mad enough to kill Corbins' best friend.