“𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎,” ❀𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙊𝘾 ❀𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 ❀𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙞𝙣 𝘿𝙈𝙨 ❀𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙬/ 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮 ❀𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 “𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎.”

Kind of wants to feed the next person who decides to ruin his Monday to Cerberus. Incessant grumbling.

He's seriously debating it. No, not really.

Perhaps he could make an exception for her... P e r h a p s.

☾ H Ɛ Ƈ A Ƭ Ɛ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ Wιтcнcrαғт • Mαɢιc • Tнe Mooɴ • •Gнoѕтѕ • Necroмαɴcy• A ᥒᥱᥕ #Mortumn Tᥲᥣᥱ

Quirks a brow and watches her closely. "Are you trying to toy with me?"

Cerberus is still hungry. Time for a new plan. Steak? Steak.

Not believing it for a second. "Oh, because you've never done anything like that before?"

Join the club.

No.

He resists the urge to catch her wrist as she breezes past - he's never been much of one to 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦, as she knows (at least, not very 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯). "You don't, my queen?"

Sigh. Perhaps he's just mildly put out that all the 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 wine always runs out with Zeus around. Perhaps he could find 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"A word of advice... don't ever try to work out the family relations. Just drink more instead."

Flops across a couch. Long day, and he is absolutely going to be a drama queen about it.

Yawns. Wondering if he'd be made fun of by the furies ( a g a i n ) if he just curled up on his throne like a cat for a quick nap.

Quiet is not a bad thing. Please don't jinx it.

Care for any company?

Quiet company, obviously.

Join the club.

Dragged himself out to Olympus for once. Hmm... too bright.