[SWP] selcouth

[Atreus]

over the moaning bones
of those who quit and chose to remain

With Vespera completely revealed, inky black and smoldering gold glowered at the Goddess as she spoke. Atreus was the last one to give much of a care about anyone other than himself, his Court and most of the people within it included, but this was different - because it affected him, too.

He watched with mild surprise and great amusement as the others gave their own words of disapproval, the pale soldier even going so far as to thwack her wing right against Vespera’s head which would have elicited a grin across his face under other circumstances. His eyes fell then to the gophers that had effectively surrounded the last of their resources, devouring it at a disgustingly fast rate of speed.

The Poison Master couldn’t help but scowl, his field of his fucks washed away by the last of Vespera’s bullshit.

Atreus stood strong against Fiona’s sudden weight against him, finally turning his head and resting his eyes briefly on her lavender form. Concern flashed in his eyes, and he looked once more back to the false deity. “And so can you,” he said firmly at mention of the gophers moving on, idly wondering if he might be smote where he stood but at least if that happened, he wouldn’t go hungry over winter.

”Come, now,” he instructed Fiona softly, a far more tender tone than the one used against Vespera, ”Let’s get you inside, darling.”

“Speaking.”

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