A Knight’s Rescue
A Knight's Rescue | starter for @mpxhera ft Phobetor & Hera
Stopping by the door to his Queen’s apartment, Phobetor pauses, before he lifts his hand to press to the wood, gently brushing across it’s surface. Whatever was behind this door felt very bad indeed. Such negativity, fear and utter saddness festered here it was almost palpable at the back of his throat. A very old, very powerful being was ripping itself apart within this apartment and if they didn’t act soon to do something, the floodgates would break and all of this would spill over. “I am here” he murmurs into the phone, held to his ear by the other hand. A concerened aquaintance of Hera’s having reached out to him, as they’d all heard the news that was torturing the poor woman once more, and no one could intervene like Phobetor.
Aparently Hera had tried to continue on as if all was normal and fine for a few days, but those closest began to see the cracks soon after, and now she had secluded herself and Phobetor is worried. “Hera” he calls out to the door a moment later, stepping a little closer, listening out for a reply, but not to his surprise, one does not come. “Hera, it is Phobetor-”he calls out again, this time with a little more authority, because she is going to need to listen to him. “I am going to come in, open the door Hera-” he continues, though he is almost positive she wont.
After a few moments waiting, his eyes having glanced up and down the hall for a moment, the god of nightmares steps back, straightening his jacket of course, before delivering a swift and percise stamp to the lock, sending the door flying open inwards with a snap of metal. “Hera!” He calls out as he steps in to her appartment, eyes narrowing as he glances around. “This is what comes from loving men-” he huffs under his breath before moving deeper into the dark apartment in search for her.
