whistling the comforting tune of 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 next to 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘.. interesting origin for that particular hymn. . . but catchy nonetheless.

“ overrated. ” he counters, amused. arms folded across his chest, chestnut gaze off in the distance. “ besides, they used to love that one, didn’t they? the hymn, not elvis. ”

a frown. he leans forward to make sure he’s heard. “ your mother and father, augustine. ” head tilted, expression mockingly confused at having to remind her, as if he 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 to do so. leaning back to his full height, he lets out an empathetic sigh.

“ hm. ” he hums, mostly to himself. “ perfectly rated, hm? rhea enjoyed him. ”

purely an ego thing.

mortals have near indomitable will. if ever there came an opportunity for someone to stand against me, especially someone of her particular talents, i would do what needs to be done.

oh just 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 actually. in fact, he’s dangerously close to being released for ‘good behavior.’ isn’t that 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩?! then they can all have a family reunion. he can see the grandkids. . . he’s thinking a nice family meal to celebrate his homecoming. . .

funny enough, they won’t actually have a choice! but is it so hard to believe her father could be released from this prison? it’s getting easier day by day. belief starts to build. faith in the gods starts to dwindle. . .

so much of her mother in her. . . but 𝙮𝙚𝙨, she’s absolutely right. he’ll make sure that he’s a threat 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. in fact, he’ll come and visit her first. see her soon. . .

“ who pissed him off today? he’s using his God voice . . . ”