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He of course, had not expected his youngest daughter to speak up in defense of her eldest half brother and cousin. Sara had always been a soft spoken thing, a trait of his youngest daughter that Meena forever had a gripe with it would seem. His mistress did not think Sara suitable to be a daughter of a power-hungry mistress, quite unlike Tasia who was just as ambitious as her mother. Yet, when she spoke up, even Irakles wore a little glimmer of surprise in his eyes as he briefly turned his hardened gaze to her.
And honestly, had Stephanos not chosen to spoke up, and because it was Sara, she would likely had been enough to temper some of Irakle's ire.
Yet Stephanos chose that inopportune time to speak and offer a completely inappropriate suggestion that had the prince snapping his gaze at his nephew with a narrowed glare, and then at his son when the other spoke up. It was obvious growing irritation was brewing beneath the cold, metallic gaze of the general, whose brows furrowed even further when Achilleas stumbled upon his words - words which were punctuated and then disproved when the young groom came in with another happily obtuse young kid who suddenly decided the corner of Irakles' green silken chiton was a far better chew toy then the one he had.
"It better be." he snarled out, yanking his chiton away from the young kid. The force of it was so surprising the young baby goat bleated as it fell backwards, hitting his young daughter square in the body.
But Irakles barely noticed any of that as he levelled a glare at the two young males. "You will clean every drop and remnant of... goat within my household. After which, you will go down to the horse paddocks and assist the stables with the cleaning of the horses. Perhaps then, you will learn to dislike the smell of goat and horse so much, you remember why they are disallowed in the house." It was all said with atone of finality and severity, clearly pissed off, before Irakles swept away, yelling for a bath to be drawn.
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He of course, had not expected his youngest daughter to speak up in defense of her eldest half brother and cousin. Sara had always been a soft spoken thing, a trait of his youngest daughter that Meena forever had a gripe with it would seem. His mistress did not think Sara suitable to be a daughter of a power-hungry mistress, quite unlike Tasia who was just as ambitious as her mother. Yet, when she spoke up, even Irakles wore a little glimmer of surprise in his eyes as he briefly turned his hardened gaze to her.
And honestly, had Stephanos not chosen to spoke up, and because it was Sara, she would likely had been enough to temper some of Irakle's ire.
Yet Stephanos chose that inopportune time to speak and offer a completely inappropriate suggestion that had the prince snapping his gaze at his nephew with a narrowed glare, and then at his son when the other spoke up. It was obvious growing irritation was brewing beneath the cold, metallic gaze of the general, whose brows furrowed even further when Achilleas stumbled upon his words - words which were punctuated and then disproved when the young groom came in with another happily obtuse young kid who suddenly decided the corner of Irakles' green silken chiton was a far better chew toy then the one he had.
"It better be." he snarled out, yanking his chiton away from the young kid. The force of it was so surprising the young baby goat bleated as it fell backwards, hitting his young daughter square in the body.
But Irakles barely noticed any of that as he levelled a glare at the two young males. "You will clean every drop and remnant of... goat within my household. After which, you will go down to the horse paddocks and assist the stables with the cleaning of the horses. Perhaps then, you will learn to dislike the smell of goat and horse so much, you remember why they are disallowed in the house." It was all said with atone of finality and severity, clearly pissed off, before Irakles swept away, yelling for a bath to be drawn.
He of course, had not expected his youngest daughter to speak up in defense of her eldest half brother and cousin. Sara had always been a soft spoken thing, a trait of his youngest daughter that Meena forever had a gripe with it would seem. His mistress did not think Sara suitable to be a daughter of a power-hungry mistress, quite unlike Tasia who was just as ambitious as her mother. Yet, when she spoke up, even Irakles wore a little glimmer of surprise in his eyes as he briefly turned his hardened gaze to her.
And honestly, had Stephanos not chosen to spoke up, and because it was Sara, she would likely had been enough to temper some of Irakle's ire.
Yet Stephanos chose that inopportune time to speak and offer a completely inappropriate suggestion that had the prince snapping his gaze at his nephew with a narrowed glare, and then at his son when the other spoke up. It was obvious growing irritation was brewing beneath the cold, metallic gaze of the general, whose brows furrowed even further when Achilleas stumbled upon his words - words which were punctuated and then disproved when the young groom came in with another happily obtuse young kid who suddenly decided the corner of Irakles' green silken chiton was a far better chew toy then the one he had.
"It better be." he snarled out, yanking his chiton away from the young kid. The force of it was so surprising the young baby goat bleated as it fell backwards, hitting his young daughter square in the body.
But Irakles barely noticed any of that as he levelled a glare at the two young males. "You will clean every drop and remnant of... goat within my household. After which, you will go down to the horse paddocks and assist the stables with the cleaning of the horses. Perhaps then, you will learn to dislike the smell of goat and horse so much, you remember why they are disallowed in the house." It was all said with atone of finality and severity, clearly pissed off, before Irakles swept away, yelling for a bath to be drawn.
It seemed that her words had surprised the men as much as they had surprised her. Achilleas gave her a side-eye, shaking his head, but she was not to be deterred. Sara was soft and quiet, but she held some sway with their father. It was only fair that she tried to use it to their advantage. It was all for naught. If and only if Stephanos had kept his stupid, troublesome mouth closed...perhaps they could have been spared more of Irakles’ wrath. But Sara was sure that her cousin was asking for death as he sauntered to the older man and touched him with such casualness.
Her gaze found the floor, too afraid to watch what would happen next. It could not be too terrible -- Stephanos was the prince, after all, but Sara was terrified of her father when he was in such a foul mood. She did not want to see it if that foul mood got the better of him, preferring deniability than being a witness. She shifted her weight into Achilleas’ shadow, wishing that she could simply disappear. At least Father did not know about the book yet, and Gods willing -- he never would. She would simply hide it, and prayed he never asked about it.
At that moment, another of the escaped goat kids came flying down the hall with happy, bouncing steps. Sara’s gaze snagged on a familiar scrap of fabric. Horror washed through her anew, recognizing the color as the same shade of one of her mother’s favorite chitons. Oh that was just what they needed. She tugged on Achilleas’ elbow, hoping he could read the terror in her face as she looked between the goat and him.
”This isn’t good.” She hissed, hoping her father was still rather distracted by Stephanos. Meena held far more sway over Irakles as his mistress than Sara did as his youngest child, and if she were to show up -- things were about to truly go to Hades. It seemed however, that they had been favored for the time being as Irakles announced his punishment for the boys -- Sara very obviously excluded from the expected chore of cleaning up after the horses -- and swept away in an angry cloud.
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It seemed that her words had surprised the men as much as they had surprised her. Achilleas gave her a side-eye, shaking his head, but she was not to be deterred. Sara was soft and quiet, but she held some sway with their father. It was only fair that she tried to use it to their advantage. It was all for naught. If and only if Stephanos had kept his stupid, troublesome mouth closed...perhaps they could have been spared more of Irakles’ wrath. But Sara was sure that her cousin was asking for death as he sauntered to the older man and touched him with such casualness.
Her gaze found the floor, too afraid to watch what would happen next. It could not be too terrible -- Stephanos was the prince, after all, but Sara was terrified of her father when he was in such a foul mood. She did not want to see it if that foul mood got the better of him, preferring deniability than being a witness. She shifted her weight into Achilleas’ shadow, wishing that she could simply disappear. At least Father did not know about the book yet, and Gods willing -- he never would. She would simply hide it, and prayed he never asked about it.
At that moment, another of the escaped goat kids came flying down the hall with happy, bouncing steps. Sara’s gaze snagged on a familiar scrap of fabric. Horror washed through her anew, recognizing the color as the same shade of one of her mother’s favorite chitons. Oh that was just what they needed. She tugged on Achilleas’ elbow, hoping he could read the terror in her face as she looked between the goat and him.
”This isn’t good.” She hissed, hoping her father was still rather distracted by Stephanos. Meena held far more sway over Irakles as his mistress than Sara did as his youngest child, and if she were to show up -- things were about to truly go to Hades. It seemed however, that they had been favored for the time being as Irakles announced his punishment for the boys -- Sara very obviously excluded from the expected chore of cleaning up after the horses -- and swept away in an angry cloud.
It seemed that her words had surprised the men as much as they had surprised her. Achilleas gave her a side-eye, shaking his head, but she was not to be deterred. Sara was soft and quiet, but she held some sway with their father. It was only fair that she tried to use it to their advantage. It was all for naught. If and only if Stephanos had kept his stupid, troublesome mouth closed...perhaps they could have been spared more of Irakles’ wrath. But Sara was sure that her cousin was asking for death as he sauntered to the older man and touched him with such casualness.
Her gaze found the floor, too afraid to watch what would happen next. It could not be too terrible -- Stephanos was the prince, after all, but Sara was terrified of her father when he was in such a foul mood. She did not want to see it if that foul mood got the better of him, preferring deniability than being a witness. She shifted her weight into Achilleas’ shadow, wishing that she could simply disappear. At least Father did not know about the book yet, and Gods willing -- he never would. She would simply hide it, and prayed he never asked about it.
At that moment, another of the escaped goat kids came flying down the hall with happy, bouncing steps. Sara’s gaze snagged on a familiar scrap of fabric. Horror washed through her anew, recognizing the color as the same shade of one of her mother’s favorite chitons. Oh that was just what they needed. She tugged on Achilleas’ elbow, hoping he could read the terror in her face as she looked between the goat and him.
”This isn’t good.” She hissed, hoping her father was still rather distracted by Stephanos. Meena held far more sway over Irakles as his mistress than Sara did as his youngest child, and if she were to show up -- things were about to truly go to Hades. It seemed however, that they had been favored for the time being as Irakles announced his punishment for the boys -- Sara very obviously excluded from the expected chore of cleaning up after the horses -- and swept away in an angry cloud.
The prank was meant to be contained strictly to Achilleas’s room. It’d have been hilarious. Of course, if he’d invested thought into what might happen if someone not his cousin were to open the door, he’d have foreseen this. As it was, he’d been so into the moment of dumb shock from Achilleas that everything else had simply not been considered. That was why when Meena’s dress was dragged out from her room, Stephanos barely contained a gleeful grimace. Oops.
That glee was solved when he looked back at Irakles and the furnace of rage burning behind those black eyes. This was what it must look like to look inside a volcano; scaling the sheer impressive magnitude of the mountain’s outside, crawling over the jagged top to stare down into the crater and see the molten rock boiling at the bottom. He could practically smell the magma and brimstone radiating off his uncle. He wouldn’t have been at all shocked if bits of ash rained down on them just before Irakles exploded into a ball of fire and consumed them all.
Stephanos swallowed as Irakles finally bent down and jerked the chiton out of the frightened goat’s mouth. The goat tumbled backwards into Sara. He didn’t get to see if she bent down to pick it up or not because Irakles’s snarl forced his attention right back to where it should have been the entire time.
“You will clean every drop and remnant of... goat within my household. After which, you will go down to the horse paddocks and assist the stables with the cleaning of the horses. Perhaps then, you will learn to dislike the smell of goat and horse so much, you remember why they are disallowed in the house.”
Stephanos’s shoulders were thrown back, chest out, eyes just over his uncle’s head as though this was a dressing down whilst standing in a line of soldiers - something he hadn’t had in a long, long time. Usually he was the one doing this to other people. At the moment, social rank didn’t matter all that much and never really had where Irakles was concerned. Stephanos was closer to the throne, it was true, but their rank was mostly equal, both being second princes and in the military on top of it. Their temperaments were just entirely different. The younger prince didn’t move from that position until after Irakles disappeared from the room, after which his lips twitched, his hand crept up to his thundering heart, and he laughed in a hoarse, barely audible sort of way.
“I saw Hades’ realm flashing before my eyes,” he said, once he was quite positive Irakles was upstairs. ”The river styx was touching my sandals.” Blowing out a long breath, he eyed the baby goat in Sara’s vicinity and then eyed his cousin. “I suppose now might be a good time to mention that you should probably open that urn on your bed outside…”
To Sara, he reached out and patted her head. “I’d scarper off if I were you.”
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The prank was meant to be contained strictly to Achilleas’s room. It’d have been hilarious. Of course, if he’d invested thought into what might happen if someone not his cousin were to open the door, he’d have foreseen this. As it was, he’d been so into the moment of dumb shock from Achilleas that everything else had simply not been considered. That was why when Meena’s dress was dragged out from her room, Stephanos barely contained a gleeful grimace. Oops.
That glee was solved when he looked back at Irakles and the furnace of rage burning behind those black eyes. This was what it must look like to look inside a volcano; scaling the sheer impressive magnitude of the mountain’s outside, crawling over the jagged top to stare down into the crater and see the molten rock boiling at the bottom. He could practically smell the magma and brimstone radiating off his uncle. He wouldn’t have been at all shocked if bits of ash rained down on them just before Irakles exploded into a ball of fire and consumed them all.
Stephanos swallowed as Irakles finally bent down and jerked the chiton out of the frightened goat’s mouth. The goat tumbled backwards into Sara. He didn’t get to see if she bent down to pick it up or not because Irakles’s snarl forced his attention right back to where it should have been the entire time.
“You will clean every drop and remnant of... goat within my household. After which, you will go down to the horse paddocks and assist the stables with the cleaning of the horses. Perhaps then, you will learn to dislike the smell of goat and horse so much, you remember why they are disallowed in the house.”
Stephanos’s shoulders were thrown back, chest out, eyes just over his uncle’s head as though this was a dressing down whilst standing in a line of soldiers - something he hadn’t had in a long, long time. Usually he was the one doing this to other people. At the moment, social rank didn’t matter all that much and never really had where Irakles was concerned. Stephanos was closer to the throne, it was true, but their rank was mostly equal, both being second princes and in the military on top of it. Their temperaments were just entirely different. The younger prince didn’t move from that position until after Irakles disappeared from the room, after which his lips twitched, his hand crept up to his thundering heart, and he laughed in a hoarse, barely audible sort of way.
“I saw Hades’ realm flashing before my eyes,” he said, once he was quite positive Irakles was upstairs. ”The river styx was touching my sandals.” Blowing out a long breath, he eyed the baby goat in Sara’s vicinity and then eyed his cousin. “I suppose now might be a good time to mention that you should probably open that urn on your bed outside…”
To Sara, he reached out and patted her head. “I’d scarper off if I were you.”
The prank was meant to be contained strictly to Achilleas’s room. It’d have been hilarious. Of course, if he’d invested thought into what might happen if someone not his cousin were to open the door, he’d have foreseen this. As it was, he’d been so into the moment of dumb shock from Achilleas that everything else had simply not been considered. That was why when Meena’s dress was dragged out from her room, Stephanos barely contained a gleeful grimace. Oops.
That glee was solved when he looked back at Irakles and the furnace of rage burning behind those black eyes. This was what it must look like to look inside a volcano; scaling the sheer impressive magnitude of the mountain’s outside, crawling over the jagged top to stare down into the crater and see the molten rock boiling at the bottom. He could practically smell the magma and brimstone radiating off his uncle. He wouldn’t have been at all shocked if bits of ash rained down on them just before Irakles exploded into a ball of fire and consumed them all.
Stephanos swallowed as Irakles finally bent down and jerked the chiton out of the frightened goat’s mouth. The goat tumbled backwards into Sara. He didn’t get to see if she bent down to pick it up or not because Irakles’s snarl forced his attention right back to where it should have been the entire time.
“You will clean every drop and remnant of... goat within my household. After which, you will go down to the horse paddocks and assist the stables with the cleaning of the horses. Perhaps then, you will learn to dislike the smell of goat and horse so much, you remember why they are disallowed in the house.”
Stephanos’s shoulders were thrown back, chest out, eyes just over his uncle’s head as though this was a dressing down whilst standing in a line of soldiers - something he hadn’t had in a long, long time. Usually he was the one doing this to other people. At the moment, social rank didn’t matter all that much and never really had where Irakles was concerned. Stephanos was closer to the throne, it was true, but their rank was mostly equal, both being second princes and in the military on top of it. Their temperaments were just entirely different. The younger prince didn’t move from that position until after Irakles disappeared from the room, after which his lips twitched, his hand crept up to his thundering heart, and he laughed in a hoarse, barely audible sort of way.
“I saw Hades’ realm flashing before my eyes,” he said, once he was quite positive Irakles was upstairs. ”The river styx was touching my sandals.” Blowing out a long breath, he eyed the baby goat in Sara’s vicinity and then eyed his cousin. “I suppose now might be a good time to mention that you should probably open that urn on your bed outside…”
To Sara, he reached out and patted her head. “I’d scarper off if I were you.”
Somehow, without fail, being in receipt of his father’s displeasure sent Achilleas back to being twelve years old. Even now, twenty-eight years old and a baron and commander and the look the man sent him had Achilleas shut his mouth with a snap, explanations and excuses dying on his lips.
A tug on his elbow and he turned his head a fraction, unwilling to be so rude as to turn his attention from his father, but he caught the whisper from Sara, and his eyes flickered momentarily to the new goat. This was just getting worse and worse. Achilleas pressed his lips together at the unhelpful commentary from the groom and had already steeled himself for the snarl that came from his father. The poor goat kid was lucky not to end up an unfortunate victim of the axe that hung at his father’s hip.
'You will clean every drop and remnant of... goat within my household. After which, you will go down to the horse paddocks and assist the stables with the cleaning of the horses. Perhaps then, you will learn to dislike the smell of goat and horse so much, you remember why they are disallowed in the house.’
At that, the Prince had stormed past them into the archontiko proper, leaving his eldest and youngest child and his nephew quaking in his wake.
“Shut up,” Achilleas said to his cousin, readjusting his grip on the goat and smarting at being sent to do stable work like he was a boy again. Stephanos always bounced back quickly from things, but Achilleas still felt sick with it, and he knew his father’s bad temper would linger like a storm cloud. He thought he might go back to Euttica that night rather than endure it.
‘“I suppose now might be a good time to mention that you should probably open that urn on your bed outside…’ That earned the prince a hard look and had Achilleas not had his arms full of a baby goat might have led to more. But as it was, he just shook his head in resignation, glancing at Sara as Stephanos addressed her.
For a moment, he stared at her before adding a little stiffly. “Thank you for...trying” He was not at all close to his half-sisters. Aside from the years between them, it was difficult for Achilleas to see past the injury their existence did his mother, and any offspring of Meena deserved to be regarded with a healthy wariness. Sara seemed, for the most part, a sweet girl, though. Did it gall him that his father had a soft spot for this girl? Perhaps a little. But even past that Achilleas could appreciate that her presence alone had gone some way to dampen the man’s temper and he could be thankful for that.
That being said, he was still holding onto a wriggling kid, and now had concerns about what Stephanos had done with an urn, so he did not linger, rather turned on his heel and began striding back towards his chambers and whatever destruction awaited him there. His plans to spend a quiet evening with Briseis had been well and truly ruined, and Achilleas scowled about that as he stalked back through the hallways towards his room. It wouldn’t be the first afternoon he’d spent shovelling shit with his cousin but he damned well hoped it would be the last.
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Somehow, without fail, being in receipt of his father’s displeasure sent Achilleas back to being twelve years old. Even now, twenty-eight years old and a baron and commander and the look the man sent him had Achilleas shut his mouth with a snap, explanations and excuses dying on his lips.
A tug on his elbow and he turned his head a fraction, unwilling to be so rude as to turn his attention from his father, but he caught the whisper from Sara, and his eyes flickered momentarily to the new goat. This was just getting worse and worse. Achilleas pressed his lips together at the unhelpful commentary from the groom and had already steeled himself for the snarl that came from his father. The poor goat kid was lucky not to end up an unfortunate victim of the axe that hung at his father’s hip.
'You will clean every drop and remnant of... goat within my household. After which, you will go down to the horse paddocks and assist the stables with the cleaning of the horses. Perhaps then, you will learn to dislike the smell of goat and horse so much, you remember why they are disallowed in the house.’
At that, the Prince had stormed past them into the archontiko proper, leaving his eldest and youngest child and his nephew quaking in his wake.
“Shut up,” Achilleas said to his cousin, readjusting his grip on the goat and smarting at being sent to do stable work like he was a boy again. Stephanos always bounced back quickly from things, but Achilleas still felt sick with it, and he knew his father’s bad temper would linger like a storm cloud. He thought he might go back to Euttica that night rather than endure it.
‘“I suppose now might be a good time to mention that you should probably open that urn on your bed outside…’ That earned the prince a hard look and had Achilleas not had his arms full of a baby goat might have led to more. But as it was, he just shook his head in resignation, glancing at Sara as Stephanos addressed her.
For a moment, he stared at her before adding a little stiffly. “Thank you for...trying” He was not at all close to his half-sisters. Aside from the years between them, it was difficult for Achilleas to see past the injury their existence did his mother, and any offspring of Meena deserved to be regarded with a healthy wariness. Sara seemed, for the most part, a sweet girl, though. Did it gall him that his father had a soft spot for this girl? Perhaps a little. But even past that Achilleas could appreciate that her presence alone had gone some way to dampen the man’s temper and he could be thankful for that.
That being said, he was still holding onto a wriggling kid, and now had concerns about what Stephanos had done with an urn, so he did not linger, rather turned on his heel and began striding back towards his chambers and whatever destruction awaited him there. His plans to spend a quiet evening with Briseis had been well and truly ruined, and Achilleas scowled about that as he stalked back through the hallways towards his room. It wouldn’t be the first afternoon he’d spent shovelling shit with his cousin but he damned well hoped it would be the last.
Somehow, without fail, being in receipt of his father’s displeasure sent Achilleas back to being twelve years old. Even now, twenty-eight years old and a baron and commander and the look the man sent him had Achilleas shut his mouth with a snap, explanations and excuses dying on his lips.
A tug on his elbow and he turned his head a fraction, unwilling to be so rude as to turn his attention from his father, but he caught the whisper from Sara, and his eyes flickered momentarily to the new goat. This was just getting worse and worse. Achilleas pressed his lips together at the unhelpful commentary from the groom and had already steeled himself for the snarl that came from his father. The poor goat kid was lucky not to end up an unfortunate victim of the axe that hung at his father’s hip.
'You will clean every drop and remnant of... goat within my household. After which, you will go down to the horse paddocks and assist the stables with the cleaning of the horses. Perhaps then, you will learn to dislike the smell of goat and horse so much, you remember why they are disallowed in the house.’
At that, the Prince had stormed past them into the archontiko proper, leaving his eldest and youngest child and his nephew quaking in his wake.
“Shut up,” Achilleas said to his cousin, readjusting his grip on the goat and smarting at being sent to do stable work like he was a boy again. Stephanos always bounced back quickly from things, but Achilleas still felt sick with it, and he knew his father’s bad temper would linger like a storm cloud. He thought he might go back to Euttica that night rather than endure it.
‘“I suppose now might be a good time to mention that you should probably open that urn on your bed outside…’ That earned the prince a hard look and had Achilleas not had his arms full of a baby goat might have led to more. But as it was, he just shook his head in resignation, glancing at Sara as Stephanos addressed her.
For a moment, he stared at her before adding a little stiffly. “Thank you for...trying” He was not at all close to his half-sisters. Aside from the years between them, it was difficult for Achilleas to see past the injury their existence did his mother, and any offspring of Meena deserved to be regarded with a healthy wariness. Sara seemed, for the most part, a sweet girl, though. Did it gall him that his father had a soft spot for this girl? Perhaps a little. But even past that Achilleas could appreciate that her presence alone had gone some way to dampen the man’s temper and he could be thankful for that.
That being said, he was still holding onto a wriggling kid, and now had concerns about what Stephanos had done with an urn, so he did not linger, rather turned on his heel and began striding back towards his chambers and whatever destruction awaited him there. His plans to spend a quiet evening with Briseis had been well and truly ruined, and Achilleas scowled about that as he stalked back through the hallways towards his room. It wouldn’t be the first afternoon he’d spent shovelling shit with his cousin but he damned well hoped it would be the last.
Just as quickly as the trouble had started, it seemed to flow away from them like a tide pulled away from the shore. As Irakles disappeared, her shoulders finally relaxed, and she thought that the punishment was light -- all things considered. It certainly could have been much worse, if her father had felt like pressing the issue. Sara reached to brush her dark hair back from her blue gaze. She would deal with the ruined book later, knowing she’d have to hide it from her father for the rest of eternity. It was likely he would think nothing of it, but she was not going to take any chances.
The twelve year old cut Stephanos a look at his words, her lips twisting wryly. “Touching your sandals?” She flashed him a smile, able to do so now that the danger was well and truly past. “You were the one walking into the river.” She shook her head, crossing her arms under her chest. His hand came down, and she ducked out of habit -- Emilios liked to do the same thing, making her feel like an even younger child, his fingers landing in her hair and mussing it. She pulled away, swatting at his fingers but it was a playful gesture.
Sara stilled as Achilleas addressed her, a flush of bright pink coloring her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Her relationship with her older brother was a strange beast, never quite what she shared with Emilios. Their interactions were usually brief, awkward at best, but that did not stop the small, satisfied smile that crept across her cheeks.
“It was nothing.” She offered, shrugging lightly. “We’re family.”
And then she took Stephanos’ advice, lifting a hand in parting as she went back out to the gardens to gather her portion of the evidence to dispose of.
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Just as quickly as the trouble had started, it seemed to flow away from them like a tide pulled away from the shore. As Irakles disappeared, her shoulders finally relaxed, and she thought that the punishment was light -- all things considered. It certainly could have been much worse, if her father had felt like pressing the issue. Sara reached to brush her dark hair back from her blue gaze. She would deal with the ruined book later, knowing she’d have to hide it from her father for the rest of eternity. It was likely he would think nothing of it, but she was not going to take any chances.
The twelve year old cut Stephanos a look at his words, her lips twisting wryly. “Touching your sandals?” She flashed him a smile, able to do so now that the danger was well and truly past. “You were the one walking into the river.” She shook her head, crossing her arms under her chest. His hand came down, and she ducked out of habit -- Emilios liked to do the same thing, making her feel like an even younger child, his fingers landing in her hair and mussing it. She pulled away, swatting at his fingers but it was a playful gesture.
Sara stilled as Achilleas addressed her, a flush of bright pink coloring her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Her relationship with her older brother was a strange beast, never quite what she shared with Emilios. Their interactions were usually brief, awkward at best, but that did not stop the small, satisfied smile that crept across her cheeks.
“It was nothing.” She offered, shrugging lightly. “We’re family.”
And then she took Stephanos’ advice, lifting a hand in parting as she went back out to the gardens to gather her portion of the evidence to dispose of.
Just as quickly as the trouble had started, it seemed to flow away from them like a tide pulled away from the shore. As Irakles disappeared, her shoulders finally relaxed, and she thought that the punishment was light -- all things considered. It certainly could have been much worse, if her father had felt like pressing the issue. Sara reached to brush her dark hair back from her blue gaze. She would deal with the ruined book later, knowing she’d have to hide it from her father for the rest of eternity. It was likely he would think nothing of it, but she was not going to take any chances.
The twelve year old cut Stephanos a look at his words, her lips twisting wryly. “Touching your sandals?” She flashed him a smile, able to do so now that the danger was well and truly past. “You were the one walking into the river.” She shook her head, crossing her arms under her chest. His hand came down, and she ducked out of habit -- Emilios liked to do the same thing, making her feel like an even younger child, his fingers landing in her hair and mussing it. She pulled away, swatting at his fingers but it was a playful gesture.
Sara stilled as Achilleas addressed her, a flush of bright pink coloring her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Her relationship with her older brother was a strange beast, never quite what she shared with Emilios. Their interactions were usually brief, awkward at best, but that did not stop the small, satisfied smile that crept across her cheeks.
“It was nothing.” She offered, shrugging lightly. “We’re family.”
And then she took Stephanos’ advice, lifting a hand in parting as she went back out to the gardens to gather her portion of the evidence to dispose of.