@queencfelves SENT: ♚ to put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up MANHANDLING SYMBOLS. ACCEPTING.
Every muscle in Sebastian’s body tenses with the need to leap up, to do something. The only thing that stops him is Erica’s hand on his knee, warm and soft and familiar. He turns his thunderous expression from Zeus’ representative to her, and his look softens for a fraction of a second. His snarl when he turns back to the man is fierce enough to make him flinch back. “We’re not going back,” he says, voice icy cold and razor sharp. “You can tell Zeus and whoever else that they can do whatever the hell they want, but they need to leave me, Erica, and Nate out of it.” He leans forward, a dangerous smile on his face. “This is the one and only time I’m going to ask, and I’m only doing it for Erica. Got it ?”
