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The day was almost over and birds singing started to fade outside as Apollo drove the sun further across the sky, but no one seemed to be in a particularly happy mood. Athanasia was 6 now and just a few weeks prior, she had disappeared into the woods with no idea on what happened to her or why she was now terrified of the dark. Every night, screams filled the halls as the young princess panicked in the dark, the adults seem to take turns on who made sure the candle stayed lit while the little princess slept. It seemed like the moment it went out, she would wake up with a start and in full panic mode. Did the god Pan find her in his woods and give her a scare? Asia still couldn't answer what happened to her or why she was injured. She wished she could remember just what happened that night, though every time she tried, she would end up with a headache and only able to draw up extreme fear.
Her Mater and Pater were exhausted now, the servants who stayed with her were tired as well, and Asia felt bad for it. At only 6 years old, she had empathetic feelings for others and the headaches she has caused others with her sudden fears. She was struck with an idea as she remembered that Vangelis was home now. So as she toddled through their home, Asia went to go find her big brother, knowing that if anyone could scare away the dark it was him and Pater. It wasn't long before she found him either, walking up to him, Asia grabbed his finger in her much smaller hand. "W-will you stay with me, to chase the dark away? Mater and Pater are tired.." Looking up at Vangelis, Asia's eyes filled with unshed tears as she gripped his finger tightly. "Please?"
Athene
Athanasia
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Athanasia
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First Impressions:Leggy; Warm, bronze-colored eyes; thick wavy hair & an easy smile.
Address: Your Royal Highness
The day was almost over and birds singing started to fade outside as Apollo drove the sun further across the sky, but no one seemed to be in a particularly happy mood. Athanasia was 6 now and just a few weeks prior, she had disappeared into the woods with no idea on what happened to her or why she was now terrified of the dark. Every night, screams filled the halls as the young princess panicked in the dark, the adults seem to take turns on who made sure the candle stayed lit while the little princess slept. It seemed like the moment it went out, she would wake up with a start and in full panic mode. Did the god Pan find her in his woods and give her a scare? Asia still couldn't answer what happened to her or why she was injured. She wished she could remember just what happened that night, though every time she tried, she would end up with a headache and only able to draw up extreme fear.
Her Mater and Pater were exhausted now, the servants who stayed with her were tired as well, and Asia felt bad for it. At only 6 years old, she had empathetic feelings for others and the headaches she has caused others with her sudden fears. She was struck with an idea as she remembered that Vangelis was home now. So as she toddled through their home, Asia went to go find her big brother, knowing that if anyone could scare away the dark it was him and Pater. It wasn't long before she found him either, walking up to him, Asia grabbed his finger in her much smaller hand. "W-will you stay with me, to chase the dark away? Mater and Pater are tired.." Looking up at Vangelis, Asia's eyes filled with unshed tears as she gripped his finger tightly. "Please?"
The day was almost over and birds singing started to fade outside as Apollo drove the sun further across the sky, but no one seemed to be in a particularly happy mood. Athanasia was 6 now and just a few weeks prior, she had disappeared into the woods with no idea on what happened to her or why she was now terrified of the dark. Every night, screams filled the halls as the young princess panicked in the dark, the adults seem to take turns on who made sure the candle stayed lit while the little princess slept. It seemed like the moment it went out, she would wake up with a start and in full panic mode. Did the god Pan find her in his woods and give her a scare? Asia still couldn't answer what happened to her or why she was injured. She wished she could remember just what happened that night, though every time she tried, she would end up with a headache and only able to draw up extreme fear.
Her Mater and Pater were exhausted now, the servants who stayed with her were tired as well, and Asia felt bad for it. At only 6 years old, she had empathetic feelings for others and the headaches she has caused others with her sudden fears. She was struck with an idea as she remembered that Vangelis was home now. So as she toddled through their home, Asia went to go find her big brother, knowing that if anyone could scare away the dark it was him and Pater. It wasn't long before she found him either, walking up to him, Asia grabbed his finger in her much smaller hand. "W-will you stay with me, to chase the dark away? Mater and Pater are tired.." Looking up at Vangelis, Asia's eyes filled with unshed tears as she gripped his finger tightly. "Please?"
Vangelis had been home from his first major war campaign for only six months before he had been sent abroad for the second time. From the tender age of fourteen, he was cast into the active service of Ares and Athena for four years, his transformative years lost amidst the bloodshed. Before he could truly settle back into the royal ways of life, an uprising in the Samos Isles had seen him sail for the second time, reclaiming the Kotas authority across the islands and returning in victory. It had been only that afternoon that his ship had pulled into the harbour and his things were escorted to the royal estate in the highest levels of the capitol. By the time he had stepped foot within the foyer of the Kotas manor, night had truly fallen and Vangelis was given the opportunity to speak with only a few of his family.
His mother, ill with a headache, had been sent to bed early by a husband that refused to humour her in her desire to see her eldest child the moment he returned. His brother Zanon was abroad with his own duties and Yiannis was chasing women in the city. Greeted by his father and his youngest brother, Vangelis had neither desired nor expected an open turnout for his arrival. His family would see him, come the morning meal. His family hereby including his sister. At only six years old to Vangelis' nineteen, the little princess had been abed by the time he returned.
So, when the door to his chambers creaked upon its hinges and the candlelight from his desk cast over a diminutive figure in the doorway, Vangelis was surprised. He had assumed Athanasia to be long asleep.
Upon his return to his city, Vangelis was always left with a small mountain of communications to attend to. Missives from military commanders, reports from the Kotas baronies. At only nineteen, he already held the position of Captain of the Red Knights and Varonos of Chaossis. Such duties did not die away simply because his attentions were focused elsewhere. He had been sitting at his desk for the last two hours, staying up beyond his father's wakeful day.
When his sister suddenly appeared in the doorway, her nighttime chiton wrinkled and her hair a mess atop her head, Vangelis turned and stood up. The little, feminine spectre came into his rooms and reached up to latch a hand around one of his fingers.
'W-will you stay with me, to chase the dark away?'
Vangelis had yet to gain the name of Stone Prince as he would one day achieve. Yet, his lack of emotion was still well known. Several rumours had started to spread that he possessed a cold heart, that there were no feelings within his cavernous chest. Such gossip was not true. Particularly when it came to his siblings.
"Alright." He told her. His finger twisted in her hold so that he could take her hand fully into his. "Are we going back to your room?"
He allowed her to make the decision. It would not be the first time one of his younger siblings had stayed in his room, nor that he had camped out in one of theirs. Yiannis had struggled at one point when he was young and he, Zanon, and Yiannis had clustered together on more than one night. For his siblings, there was no number of sleepless nights that were too many.
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Vangelis
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Vangelis
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First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
Vangelis had been home from his first major war campaign for only six months before he had been sent abroad for the second time. From the tender age of fourteen, he was cast into the active service of Ares and Athena for four years, his transformative years lost amidst the bloodshed. Before he could truly settle back into the royal ways of life, an uprising in the Samos Isles had seen him sail for the second time, reclaiming the Kotas authority across the islands and returning in victory. It had been only that afternoon that his ship had pulled into the harbour and his things were escorted to the royal estate in the highest levels of the capitol. By the time he had stepped foot within the foyer of the Kotas manor, night had truly fallen and Vangelis was given the opportunity to speak with only a few of his family.
His mother, ill with a headache, had been sent to bed early by a husband that refused to humour her in her desire to see her eldest child the moment he returned. His brother Zanon was abroad with his own duties and Yiannis was chasing women in the city. Greeted by his father and his youngest brother, Vangelis had neither desired nor expected an open turnout for his arrival. His family would see him, come the morning meal. His family hereby including his sister. At only six years old to Vangelis' nineteen, the little princess had been abed by the time he returned.
So, when the door to his chambers creaked upon its hinges and the candlelight from his desk cast over a diminutive figure in the doorway, Vangelis was surprised. He had assumed Athanasia to be long asleep.
Upon his return to his city, Vangelis was always left with a small mountain of communications to attend to. Missives from military commanders, reports from the Kotas baronies. At only nineteen, he already held the position of Captain of the Red Knights and Varonos of Chaossis. Such duties did not die away simply because his attentions were focused elsewhere. He had been sitting at his desk for the last two hours, staying up beyond his father's wakeful day.
When his sister suddenly appeared in the doorway, her nighttime chiton wrinkled and her hair a mess atop her head, Vangelis turned and stood up. The little, feminine spectre came into his rooms and reached up to latch a hand around one of his fingers.
'W-will you stay with me, to chase the dark away?'
Vangelis had yet to gain the name of Stone Prince as he would one day achieve. Yet, his lack of emotion was still well known. Several rumours had started to spread that he possessed a cold heart, that there were no feelings within his cavernous chest. Such gossip was not true. Particularly when it came to his siblings.
"Alright." He told her. His finger twisted in her hold so that he could take her hand fully into his. "Are we going back to your room?"
He allowed her to make the decision. It would not be the first time one of his younger siblings had stayed in his room, nor that he had camped out in one of theirs. Yiannis had struggled at one point when he was young and he, Zanon, and Yiannis had clustered together on more than one night. For his siblings, there was no number of sleepless nights that were too many.
Vangelis had been home from his first major war campaign for only six months before he had been sent abroad for the second time. From the tender age of fourteen, he was cast into the active service of Ares and Athena for four years, his transformative years lost amidst the bloodshed. Before he could truly settle back into the royal ways of life, an uprising in the Samos Isles had seen him sail for the second time, reclaiming the Kotas authority across the islands and returning in victory. It had been only that afternoon that his ship had pulled into the harbour and his things were escorted to the royal estate in the highest levels of the capitol. By the time he had stepped foot within the foyer of the Kotas manor, night had truly fallen and Vangelis was given the opportunity to speak with only a few of his family.
His mother, ill with a headache, had been sent to bed early by a husband that refused to humour her in her desire to see her eldest child the moment he returned. His brother Zanon was abroad with his own duties and Yiannis was chasing women in the city. Greeted by his father and his youngest brother, Vangelis had neither desired nor expected an open turnout for his arrival. His family would see him, come the morning meal. His family hereby including his sister. At only six years old to Vangelis' nineteen, the little princess had been abed by the time he returned.
So, when the door to his chambers creaked upon its hinges and the candlelight from his desk cast over a diminutive figure in the doorway, Vangelis was surprised. He had assumed Athanasia to be long asleep.
Upon his return to his city, Vangelis was always left with a small mountain of communications to attend to. Missives from military commanders, reports from the Kotas baronies. At only nineteen, he already held the position of Captain of the Red Knights and Varonos of Chaossis. Such duties did not die away simply because his attentions were focused elsewhere. He had been sitting at his desk for the last two hours, staying up beyond his father's wakeful day.
When his sister suddenly appeared in the doorway, her nighttime chiton wrinkled and her hair a mess atop her head, Vangelis turned and stood up. The little, feminine spectre came into his rooms and reached up to latch a hand around one of his fingers.
'W-will you stay with me, to chase the dark away?'
Vangelis had yet to gain the name of Stone Prince as he would one day achieve. Yet, his lack of emotion was still well known. Several rumours had started to spread that he possessed a cold heart, that there were no feelings within his cavernous chest. Such gossip was not true. Particularly when it came to his siblings.
"Alright." He told her. His finger twisted in her hold so that he could take her hand fully into his. "Are we going back to your room?"
He allowed her to make the decision. It would not be the first time one of his younger siblings had stayed in his room, nor that he had camped out in one of theirs. Yiannis had struggled at one point when he was young and he, Zanon, and Yiannis had clustered together on more than one night. For his siblings, there was no number of sleepless nights that were too many.
As the shadows seemed to grow on the other side of the door, the candlelight just keeping them at bay, Asia moved quickly into the light as she stepped into her brother's room after finally finding him. The mostly healed wound on her back still hurt at times, though Asia would swear it hurt the worst when the shadows fell around her, and at that moment it gave a sharp pinch of reminder when she moved a little too quickly to grip Vang's hand. She still had no idea on how she got it, the memories dark as squid ink every time she tried. Her little heart raced as if she ran the whole way to find him, Asia could feel the urge to get sick as the darkness creeped after her. Artimis did not drive the moon across the sky this night to help Athanasia with her light.
So when she practically begged her brother to chase it all away, it was a small relief when he took her smaller hand in his and agreed, asking if they would go back to her room. The question only took Asia a second to think on, pressing her forehead against Vang's arm as she shook her head almost as much as she was trembling in fear as she gripped his hand with all her strength, "I-I can't.. it's too dark.." Asia could only think of waking up and being alone, of the candlelight going out to encase her in darkness, a deep laugh that she could not see who made the sound. The thought of going back to her room had Asia visibly shaking as she clutched Vang's hand with both of hers. "Please, I don't want to go back.."
She knew it was not very Kotas-like, to be trembling in fear of the dark, she wanted to be fearless like her big brother was but today was not that day. With that thought she wondered if her seemingly fearless brother had any fears, or was Athanasia the only one to be afraid of the voices in the dark, so she had to ask; "Vangelis? Is there anything that you are afraid of? Or ever been?"
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Athanasia
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Athanasia
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First Impressions:Leggy; Warm, bronze-colored eyes; thick wavy hair & an easy smile.
Address: Your Royal Highness
As the shadows seemed to grow on the other side of the door, the candlelight just keeping them at bay, Asia moved quickly into the light as she stepped into her brother's room after finally finding him. The mostly healed wound on her back still hurt at times, though Asia would swear it hurt the worst when the shadows fell around her, and at that moment it gave a sharp pinch of reminder when she moved a little too quickly to grip Vang's hand. She still had no idea on how she got it, the memories dark as squid ink every time she tried. Her little heart raced as if she ran the whole way to find him, Asia could feel the urge to get sick as the darkness creeped after her. Artimis did not drive the moon across the sky this night to help Athanasia with her light.
So when she practically begged her brother to chase it all away, it was a small relief when he took her smaller hand in his and agreed, asking if they would go back to her room. The question only took Asia a second to think on, pressing her forehead against Vang's arm as she shook her head almost as much as she was trembling in fear as she gripped his hand with all her strength, "I-I can't.. it's too dark.." Asia could only think of waking up and being alone, of the candlelight going out to encase her in darkness, a deep laugh that she could not see who made the sound. The thought of going back to her room had Asia visibly shaking as she clutched Vang's hand with both of hers. "Please, I don't want to go back.."
She knew it was not very Kotas-like, to be trembling in fear of the dark, she wanted to be fearless like her big brother was but today was not that day. With that thought she wondered if her seemingly fearless brother had any fears, or was Athanasia the only one to be afraid of the voices in the dark, so she had to ask; "Vangelis? Is there anything that you are afraid of? Or ever been?"
As the shadows seemed to grow on the other side of the door, the candlelight just keeping them at bay, Asia moved quickly into the light as she stepped into her brother's room after finally finding him. The mostly healed wound on her back still hurt at times, though Asia would swear it hurt the worst when the shadows fell around her, and at that moment it gave a sharp pinch of reminder when she moved a little too quickly to grip Vang's hand. She still had no idea on how she got it, the memories dark as squid ink every time she tried. Her little heart raced as if she ran the whole way to find him, Asia could feel the urge to get sick as the darkness creeped after her. Artimis did not drive the moon across the sky this night to help Athanasia with her light.
So when she practically begged her brother to chase it all away, it was a small relief when he took her smaller hand in his and agreed, asking if they would go back to her room. The question only took Asia a second to think on, pressing her forehead against Vang's arm as she shook her head almost as much as she was trembling in fear as she gripped his hand with all her strength, "I-I can't.. it's too dark.." Asia could only think of waking up and being alone, of the candlelight going out to encase her in darkness, a deep laugh that she could not see who made the sound. The thought of going back to her room had Asia visibly shaking as she clutched Vang's hand with both of hers. "Please, I don't want to go back.."
She knew it was not very Kotas-like, to be trembling in fear of the dark, she wanted to be fearless like her big brother was but today was not that day. With that thought she wondered if her seemingly fearless brother had any fears, or was Athanasia the only one to be afraid of the voices in the dark, so she had to ask; "Vangelis? Is there anything that you are afraid of? Or ever been?"
Athanasia pressed her brow to his arm. The hairs of his forearm brushed back and forth against her skin as she shook her head, the frisson causing a warming heat. The lengths of her hair tickled against his hand, swaying in the darkness. Her fingers squeezed around his. Even with both hands, they could not wholly wrap around his without bringing his digits to overlap one another. The strength of her hold was mighty for a child of her size.
With her shaking head came words of fear of the darkness. He had been told by his parents that Asia had been wounded in the night, attacked perhaps in the darkness of the woods, or simply a victim to her own lost footing. Her injury was significant but not critical. It had taken by a few days to heal and some cleaning poultice to treat. Instead, the residing damage had been done to her psyche. The usually fearless princess had become timid. Less reckless and wild when the sunset and shadows fell long.
Despite his upbringing as a son of a courageous house, taught to abore fear, such hatred did not transfer to his sister. Standing there, tall and dominant over the little girl, Vangelis's loyalty to blood overrode his personal distaste for cowardice. She was his sister. And she was frightened. She was female. And she needed protecting. Even if it was only from her own fanciful dangers.
Taking a careful step towards his bed, Vangelis did nothing to loosen her grip on his arm. He moved slowly, allowing her to shuffle with him as the tide followed the moon. He wasn't even sure if she realized they were moving, her trust so complete.
Distracted by her questions, she murmured against his skin, her breath hot with a scare fever. The floorboards creaked under his steps, whining beneath his weight. The echo was metaphoric of his own empty head. Just how was he supposed to admit that he had no fears?
Even as a child, he had been raised in an environment so secure that he had never experienced the apprehension of the uncertain. By the time he was an adult, forged in the heat of war, there was little for him to now fear. Some had started to whisper that perhaps the Gods had favored him. That Ares had looked upon him and blessed him with endless courage. Vangelis was hardly certain that this was the case but this failed to help him in comforting his sister.
"I cannot have fears, sister mine," he said, attempting to keep to the truth without seeing Asia feel inferior for her fears.
As he spoke, he drew back the blankets of his bed and then bent low. Untangling his hand from hers, he placed one on each side of her waist and lifted her onto his mattress.
"I have too many people to look after," he explained, reaching out to tug on one of the unruly locks that hung at her temple. "I could not do that if I was afraid, could I?"
Tucking the sheets back over her legs, Vangelis hovered uncertainly before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. His scowl was now fierce but not unkind; the defensive expression of a protective brother.
"What is it that you fear, Asia?"
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Vangelis
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Vangelis
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First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
Athanasia pressed her brow to his arm. The hairs of his forearm brushed back and forth against her skin as she shook her head, the frisson causing a warming heat. The lengths of her hair tickled against his hand, swaying in the darkness. Her fingers squeezed around his. Even with both hands, they could not wholly wrap around his without bringing his digits to overlap one another. The strength of her hold was mighty for a child of her size.
With her shaking head came words of fear of the darkness. He had been told by his parents that Asia had been wounded in the night, attacked perhaps in the darkness of the woods, or simply a victim to her own lost footing. Her injury was significant but not critical. It had taken by a few days to heal and some cleaning poultice to treat. Instead, the residing damage had been done to her psyche. The usually fearless princess had become timid. Less reckless and wild when the sunset and shadows fell long.
Despite his upbringing as a son of a courageous house, taught to abore fear, such hatred did not transfer to his sister. Standing there, tall and dominant over the little girl, Vangelis's loyalty to blood overrode his personal distaste for cowardice. She was his sister. And she was frightened. She was female. And she needed protecting. Even if it was only from her own fanciful dangers.
Taking a careful step towards his bed, Vangelis did nothing to loosen her grip on his arm. He moved slowly, allowing her to shuffle with him as the tide followed the moon. He wasn't even sure if she realized they were moving, her trust so complete.
Distracted by her questions, she murmured against his skin, her breath hot with a scare fever. The floorboards creaked under his steps, whining beneath his weight. The echo was metaphoric of his own empty head. Just how was he supposed to admit that he had no fears?
Even as a child, he had been raised in an environment so secure that he had never experienced the apprehension of the uncertain. By the time he was an adult, forged in the heat of war, there was little for him to now fear. Some had started to whisper that perhaps the Gods had favored him. That Ares had looked upon him and blessed him with endless courage. Vangelis was hardly certain that this was the case but this failed to help him in comforting his sister.
"I cannot have fears, sister mine," he said, attempting to keep to the truth without seeing Asia feel inferior for her fears.
As he spoke, he drew back the blankets of his bed and then bent low. Untangling his hand from hers, he placed one on each side of her waist and lifted her onto his mattress.
"I have too many people to look after," he explained, reaching out to tug on one of the unruly locks that hung at her temple. "I could not do that if I was afraid, could I?"
Tucking the sheets back over her legs, Vangelis hovered uncertainly before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. His scowl was now fierce but not unkind; the defensive expression of a protective brother.
"What is it that you fear, Asia?"
Athanasia pressed her brow to his arm. The hairs of his forearm brushed back and forth against her skin as she shook her head, the frisson causing a warming heat. The lengths of her hair tickled against his hand, swaying in the darkness. Her fingers squeezed around his. Even with both hands, they could not wholly wrap around his without bringing his digits to overlap one another. The strength of her hold was mighty for a child of her size.
With her shaking head came words of fear of the darkness. He had been told by his parents that Asia had been wounded in the night, attacked perhaps in the darkness of the woods, or simply a victim to her own lost footing. Her injury was significant but not critical. It had taken by a few days to heal and some cleaning poultice to treat. Instead, the residing damage had been done to her psyche. The usually fearless princess had become timid. Less reckless and wild when the sunset and shadows fell long.
Despite his upbringing as a son of a courageous house, taught to abore fear, such hatred did not transfer to his sister. Standing there, tall and dominant over the little girl, Vangelis's loyalty to blood overrode his personal distaste for cowardice. She was his sister. And she was frightened. She was female. And she needed protecting. Even if it was only from her own fanciful dangers.
Taking a careful step towards his bed, Vangelis did nothing to loosen her grip on his arm. He moved slowly, allowing her to shuffle with him as the tide followed the moon. He wasn't even sure if she realized they were moving, her trust so complete.
Distracted by her questions, she murmured against his skin, her breath hot with a scare fever. The floorboards creaked under his steps, whining beneath his weight. The echo was metaphoric of his own empty head. Just how was he supposed to admit that he had no fears?
Even as a child, he had been raised in an environment so secure that he had never experienced the apprehension of the uncertain. By the time he was an adult, forged in the heat of war, there was little for him to now fear. Some had started to whisper that perhaps the Gods had favored him. That Ares had looked upon him and blessed him with endless courage. Vangelis was hardly certain that this was the case but this failed to help him in comforting his sister.
"I cannot have fears, sister mine," he said, attempting to keep to the truth without seeing Asia feel inferior for her fears.
As he spoke, he drew back the blankets of his bed and then bent low. Untangling his hand from hers, he placed one on each side of her waist and lifted her onto his mattress.
"I have too many people to look after," he explained, reaching out to tug on one of the unruly locks that hung at her temple. "I could not do that if I was afraid, could I?"
Tucking the sheets back over her legs, Vangelis hovered uncertainly before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. His scowl was now fierce but not unkind; the defensive expression of a protective brother.
"What is it that you fear, Asia?"
Athanasia clung to her brother with a strength that she didn't even know she had at such a young age, as she gripped his hand tightly in her own. She couldn't seem to think straight, in a house full of fearless souls, she was here in complete fear. So when they moved towards the bed to settle in for the night, Asia knew her big brother would chase away all the fears, she had complete faith that he would. No one could beat her father or her big brothers, ever. The candlelight that lit their way helped almost as much as Vangelis's hand in her own, enough that she even dared to ask if he was ever afraid of anything.
"You cannot? Ntanta told me everyone has been afraid of something in their life." Asia had pondered this a moment as she let him place her back in bed, only a little hiss of pain escaped her when his hand pressed against her waist. Only Pater, Mater, Ntanta, and the doctor knew how big the wound was exactly, the doctor having been told to keep silent on the fact that she even has a wound. Asia didn't know if her brothers even knew about the gash in her side that spaned the length of her from her waist to her hip, as if a blade had been dragged over her skin in a almost straight line. Asia still couldn't even answer on how she got it, all she knew was after it, the shadows gave her nightmares of a laughing man. Once she was settled on the bed, she looked up at Vang as he reminded her about having people to look after and she nodded in agreement. When he tugged at her hair, it was the first laugh that she gave since she came into the room, "I guess Ntanta didn't remember that. All Kotas should be fearless."
Watching his expression change, Asia rolled onto her left side and faced Vang better while pulling the blanket under her chin. She had a feeling she knew what he was about to ask, and she almost wished the voice was real so he could get rid of it. "When it is dark, and I can't see... I hear a man. I hear his voice laughing in my nightmares as he tries to get me." Just the thought of the voice had Asia trembling and her healing wound throb in memory. "I don't know why. When it is dark, it feels like whoever he is can see me but I can't see him, and he laughs at me." Asia had the blanket pulled so close to her now, only her eyes visible as her voice is muffled and soft through the cloth. She knew that it was probably a stupid fear, but she couldn't help but feel like he was really there somehow in the shadows. "Vang..? Am I broken now?" She asked him, her voice soft as she worried about his answer. Her young mind was silly sometimes, but when she thought of how Vang was so fearless, she wondered if she was even a Kotas anymore since she was beyond afraid of the darkness now.
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Athanasia
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Athanasia
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First Impressions:Leggy; Warm, bronze-colored eyes; thick wavy hair & an easy smile.
Address: Your Royal Highness
Athanasia clung to her brother with a strength that she didn't even know she had at such a young age, as she gripped his hand tightly in her own. She couldn't seem to think straight, in a house full of fearless souls, she was here in complete fear. So when they moved towards the bed to settle in for the night, Asia knew her big brother would chase away all the fears, she had complete faith that he would. No one could beat her father or her big brothers, ever. The candlelight that lit their way helped almost as much as Vangelis's hand in her own, enough that she even dared to ask if he was ever afraid of anything.
"You cannot? Ntanta told me everyone has been afraid of something in their life." Asia had pondered this a moment as she let him place her back in bed, only a little hiss of pain escaped her when his hand pressed against her waist. Only Pater, Mater, Ntanta, and the doctor knew how big the wound was exactly, the doctor having been told to keep silent on the fact that she even has a wound. Asia didn't know if her brothers even knew about the gash in her side that spaned the length of her from her waist to her hip, as if a blade had been dragged over her skin in a almost straight line. Asia still couldn't even answer on how she got it, all she knew was after it, the shadows gave her nightmares of a laughing man. Once she was settled on the bed, she looked up at Vang as he reminded her about having people to look after and she nodded in agreement. When he tugged at her hair, it was the first laugh that she gave since she came into the room, "I guess Ntanta didn't remember that. All Kotas should be fearless."
Watching his expression change, Asia rolled onto her left side and faced Vang better while pulling the blanket under her chin. She had a feeling she knew what he was about to ask, and she almost wished the voice was real so he could get rid of it. "When it is dark, and I can't see... I hear a man. I hear his voice laughing in my nightmares as he tries to get me." Just the thought of the voice had Asia trembling and her healing wound throb in memory. "I don't know why. When it is dark, it feels like whoever he is can see me but I can't see him, and he laughs at me." Asia had the blanket pulled so close to her now, only her eyes visible as her voice is muffled and soft through the cloth. She knew that it was probably a stupid fear, but she couldn't help but feel like he was really there somehow in the shadows. "Vang..? Am I broken now?" She asked him, her voice soft as she worried about his answer. Her young mind was silly sometimes, but when she thought of how Vang was so fearless, she wondered if she was even a Kotas anymore since she was beyond afraid of the darkness now.
Athanasia clung to her brother with a strength that she didn't even know she had at such a young age, as she gripped his hand tightly in her own. She couldn't seem to think straight, in a house full of fearless souls, she was here in complete fear. So when they moved towards the bed to settle in for the night, Asia knew her big brother would chase away all the fears, she had complete faith that he would. No one could beat her father or her big brothers, ever. The candlelight that lit their way helped almost as much as Vangelis's hand in her own, enough that she even dared to ask if he was ever afraid of anything.
"You cannot? Ntanta told me everyone has been afraid of something in their life." Asia had pondered this a moment as she let him place her back in bed, only a little hiss of pain escaped her when his hand pressed against her waist. Only Pater, Mater, Ntanta, and the doctor knew how big the wound was exactly, the doctor having been told to keep silent on the fact that she even has a wound. Asia didn't know if her brothers even knew about the gash in her side that spaned the length of her from her waist to her hip, as if a blade had been dragged over her skin in a almost straight line. Asia still couldn't even answer on how she got it, all she knew was after it, the shadows gave her nightmares of a laughing man. Once she was settled on the bed, she looked up at Vang as he reminded her about having people to look after and she nodded in agreement. When he tugged at her hair, it was the first laugh that she gave since she came into the room, "I guess Ntanta didn't remember that. All Kotas should be fearless."
Watching his expression change, Asia rolled onto her left side and faced Vang better while pulling the blanket under her chin. She had a feeling she knew what he was about to ask, and she almost wished the voice was real so he could get rid of it. "When it is dark, and I can't see... I hear a man. I hear his voice laughing in my nightmares as he tries to get me." Just the thought of the voice had Asia trembling and her healing wound throb in memory. "I don't know why. When it is dark, it feels like whoever he is can see me but I can't see him, and he laughs at me." Asia had the blanket pulled so close to her now, only her eyes visible as her voice is muffled and soft through the cloth. She knew that it was probably a stupid fear, but she couldn't help but feel like he was really there somehow in the shadows. "Vang..? Am I broken now?" She asked him, her voice soft as she worried about his answer. Her young mind was silly sometimes, but when she thought of how Vang was so fearless, she wondered if she was even a Kotas anymore since she was beyond afraid of the darkness now.
Vangelis was entirely unequipped to handle his little sister in such an emotional state. If she wished to learn the sword, he could have helped her. If she had wanted aid in how to ride, he could have instructed her. If she were struggling with her studies, he might have been able to tutor her. Yet here and now she asked him for support with her emotions.
It was hard to guide others in something you, yourself were no expert in.
For a moment, he considered seeking out his mother. Queen Yanni was a woman of great strength but also considerate temper. She was kind and thoughtful and seemed to forever have the right words for the right situation. Athanasia's words over their parents being tired, however, stopped him from getting up and seeking her out. He would not disturb his mother's rest.
Instead, Vangelis attempted to come up with what she might say, with how she might comfort his sister. As Asia spoke of her ladies maid - an older woman of sweet character - and how she had advised her that all suffered from fear, he thought that sounded like good advice. Apparently, however, his clumsiness had set doubts in Asia's mind over whether such advice could be trusted when it came to the Kotas.
Vangelis had been about to correct his damage - or to try to at least - but it took him a few moments to decide upon his words. By then, Asia was answering his question about what she truly feared and he did not wish to interrupt. Sometimes, speaking of your terrors could be like drawing illness or infection from a wound. It could help to dispel them. His frown darkened and his eyes turned violent against the voice Asia thought she heard in the shadows. A man laughing...? Just how much of such a voice was her imagination, converting her injury and pain into something nightmarish. And how much was perhaps memory? Truth?
If a mortal man truly had injured the princess of the land, he would not live for long. Not with the bloodline of Kotas seeking his demise. Not to mention to the rest of the kingdom. For most were loyal and honorable and, even at public events, softened at the presence of little Princess Athanasia.
Distracted by his thoughts, Vangelis had not jumped in over her description of the voice. Clearly fearful of his judgment, she asked him a trembling question...
'Vang...? Am I broken now?'
As she curled onto her side and drew his blankets up to her chin, Vangelis brushed his fingertips over her hair, pushing it back from her face.
"No," he told her, simply. "And you are no less a Kotas," he added.
Trying to think of the best way to prove it, Vangelis simply hovered like a stone statue of protection on the edge of the bed.
"The Kotas are not fearless, Asia," he said. "We are brave." Knowing she was still young and may not comprehend the difference, Vangelis attempted to explain as best he could. Dammit, but words were not his skillset. "Fearless means nothing scares you. Brave means things scare you but you do not let that fear alter your path. You continue to live your life and see to your duties. You do not let the fear control you. Fear is natural and human. Bravery has to be learned."
Vangelis continued to stroke her hair, unsure whether it was helping. He only knew that Yanni used to do it to him when he was struggling to sleep at night. It had been soothing to him.
"Being afraid does not make you broken, sister mine. It is a good thing. It is an opportunity for you to learn to be brave."
JD
Vangelis
JD
Vangelis
Awards
First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
Vangelis was entirely unequipped to handle his little sister in such an emotional state. If she wished to learn the sword, he could have helped her. If she had wanted aid in how to ride, he could have instructed her. If she were struggling with her studies, he might have been able to tutor her. Yet here and now she asked him for support with her emotions.
It was hard to guide others in something you, yourself were no expert in.
For a moment, he considered seeking out his mother. Queen Yanni was a woman of great strength but also considerate temper. She was kind and thoughtful and seemed to forever have the right words for the right situation. Athanasia's words over their parents being tired, however, stopped him from getting up and seeking her out. He would not disturb his mother's rest.
Instead, Vangelis attempted to come up with what she might say, with how she might comfort his sister. As Asia spoke of her ladies maid - an older woman of sweet character - and how she had advised her that all suffered from fear, he thought that sounded like good advice. Apparently, however, his clumsiness had set doubts in Asia's mind over whether such advice could be trusted when it came to the Kotas.
Vangelis had been about to correct his damage - or to try to at least - but it took him a few moments to decide upon his words. By then, Asia was answering his question about what she truly feared and he did not wish to interrupt. Sometimes, speaking of your terrors could be like drawing illness or infection from a wound. It could help to dispel them. His frown darkened and his eyes turned violent against the voice Asia thought she heard in the shadows. A man laughing...? Just how much of such a voice was her imagination, converting her injury and pain into something nightmarish. And how much was perhaps memory? Truth?
If a mortal man truly had injured the princess of the land, he would not live for long. Not with the bloodline of Kotas seeking his demise. Not to mention to the rest of the kingdom. For most were loyal and honorable and, even at public events, softened at the presence of little Princess Athanasia.
Distracted by his thoughts, Vangelis had not jumped in over her description of the voice. Clearly fearful of his judgment, she asked him a trembling question...
'Vang...? Am I broken now?'
As she curled onto her side and drew his blankets up to her chin, Vangelis brushed his fingertips over her hair, pushing it back from her face.
"No," he told her, simply. "And you are no less a Kotas," he added.
Trying to think of the best way to prove it, Vangelis simply hovered like a stone statue of protection on the edge of the bed.
"The Kotas are not fearless, Asia," he said. "We are brave." Knowing she was still young and may not comprehend the difference, Vangelis attempted to explain as best he could. Dammit, but words were not his skillset. "Fearless means nothing scares you. Brave means things scare you but you do not let that fear alter your path. You continue to live your life and see to your duties. You do not let the fear control you. Fear is natural and human. Bravery has to be learned."
Vangelis continued to stroke her hair, unsure whether it was helping. He only knew that Yanni used to do it to him when he was struggling to sleep at night. It had been soothing to him.
"Being afraid does not make you broken, sister mine. It is a good thing. It is an opportunity for you to learn to be brave."
Vangelis was entirely unequipped to handle his little sister in such an emotional state. If she wished to learn the sword, he could have helped her. If she had wanted aid in how to ride, he could have instructed her. If she were struggling with her studies, he might have been able to tutor her. Yet here and now she asked him for support with her emotions.
It was hard to guide others in something you, yourself were no expert in.
For a moment, he considered seeking out his mother. Queen Yanni was a woman of great strength but also considerate temper. She was kind and thoughtful and seemed to forever have the right words for the right situation. Athanasia's words over their parents being tired, however, stopped him from getting up and seeking her out. He would not disturb his mother's rest.
Instead, Vangelis attempted to come up with what she might say, with how she might comfort his sister. As Asia spoke of her ladies maid - an older woman of sweet character - and how she had advised her that all suffered from fear, he thought that sounded like good advice. Apparently, however, his clumsiness had set doubts in Asia's mind over whether such advice could be trusted when it came to the Kotas.
Vangelis had been about to correct his damage - or to try to at least - but it took him a few moments to decide upon his words. By then, Asia was answering his question about what she truly feared and he did not wish to interrupt. Sometimes, speaking of your terrors could be like drawing illness or infection from a wound. It could help to dispel them. His frown darkened and his eyes turned violent against the voice Asia thought she heard in the shadows. A man laughing...? Just how much of such a voice was her imagination, converting her injury and pain into something nightmarish. And how much was perhaps memory? Truth?
If a mortal man truly had injured the princess of the land, he would not live for long. Not with the bloodline of Kotas seeking his demise. Not to mention to the rest of the kingdom. For most were loyal and honorable and, even at public events, softened at the presence of little Princess Athanasia.
Distracted by his thoughts, Vangelis had not jumped in over her description of the voice. Clearly fearful of his judgment, she asked him a trembling question...
'Vang...? Am I broken now?'
As she curled onto her side and drew his blankets up to her chin, Vangelis brushed his fingertips over her hair, pushing it back from her face.
"No," he told her, simply. "And you are no less a Kotas," he added.
Trying to think of the best way to prove it, Vangelis simply hovered like a stone statue of protection on the edge of the bed.
"The Kotas are not fearless, Asia," he said. "We are brave." Knowing she was still young and may not comprehend the difference, Vangelis attempted to explain as best he could. Dammit, but words were not his skillset. "Fearless means nothing scares you. Brave means things scare you but you do not let that fear alter your path. You continue to live your life and see to your duties. You do not let the fear control you. Fear is natural and human. Bravery has to be learned."
Vangelis continued to stroke her hair, unsure whether it was helping. He only knew that Yanni used to do it to him when he was struggling to sleep at night. It had been soothing to him.
"Being afraid does not make you broken, sister mine. It is a good thing. It is an opportunity for you to learn to be brave."
Asia spoke on her memories of her nightmares, the voice she hears in the dark as it taunted her. She didn't notice her brother's deminor change as she spoke, stumbling over her words as she held the blanket close. It was easier telling him when she was curled up, safe next to him. She had told their father too, and he had the same look in his eyes even as he assured her that they were only nightmares. Sadly, they still came that night too.
Vangelis was silent once she was done, not even moving, which almost made Asia even more frightened that something was wrong with her than ever. In a timid voice, she asked him if she was broken. What other results could there be? She was a Kotas who was fearful of the dark and hearing things in her nightmares. So when he lightly brushed her hair back from her face, she dared to peek out more as she dared to hear what he had to say. She was sure that he wouldn't brush her hair aside and let her stay if she were a broken Kotas, right?
'No, and you are no less a Kotas.' Such simple words brought tears of relief to Asia's eyes. It was one thing to hear it from Pater or Mater, the two who either doted on her or pushed her to her studies and tell her that it was all in her head, but to hear it from Vangelis who was fearless in her eyes. It was something more believeable. So when he states that the Kotas are not fearless, that earned him a look of confusion, since she saw him as just that. Didn't he just say that he had no fears?
Asia listened quietly as he tried to explain, her eyes starting to feel heavy as his low voice rumbled away. "I like to try and be brave like you." She did too, all her brothers were her role models that she strived to be like. "I know you said you are not afraid of anything NOW.." Asia hit hard on the now for emphisis, "but have you ever been when you were my age?" Looking up at him with her eyes half open now. With the hair strokes and just talking, Asia was feeling sleep creep up on her and she fought it with her questions. Asia wanted to be brave, but how could she when she couldn't even see her enemy? Thoughts of Vangelis' words ran through Athanasia's mind on learning to be brave, that being afraid was a lesson and a good thing. The last thing that flittered through her mind 'be brave' as she drifted off to sleep.
Athanasia was in a deep sleep now as she laid where she was almost not moving before now, sweat beads forming across her brow as she starts to toss and turn, as she tries to escape some unseen force.
In her dream, inky black surrounds her as Asia hears laughter moving about her, circling her similar to a shark in the ocean. She could never see them. 'Focus Asia!' She could feel the ground under her feet, the cool dirt just under her toes. Moving around, Asia could feel branches brush by her arms and the breeze blow through her hair, it bringing the scent of blood that had her trembling in fear. Something touched her left side, causing Asia to lash out, the laughter grew.
In bed, a sleeping Asia was crying, whimpering as she swung her little fist to the left. Trapped in her own thoughts now as she fought her own battle. A muttered soft cry could be heard of "I am a Kotas!"
Dream Asia was screaming for the voice to stop, to leave her alone! Screaming at them "I am a Kotas! I am not afraid of you!" and that they would be sorry for messing with her. Oh how she wished she believed those words right then. Asia knew she needed to run, unable to see she took her chances as she placed her hands out and ran away with all her might. The only problem was, in the dark it doesn't feel like you are going anywhere, even as she tripped over sticks and ran into trees.
If anyone were awake and watching the sleeping Asia, they would see that she was panting as if she was running for all she was worth instead of sleeping, random times broken as she jerks slightly as if she ran into something with her shoulder. Tears now streaming down her face, as she cried in both pain that she was still in as well as relived dreams and muttered prayers "I can't give up.."
Asia was running for her life through the dark, the laughter now louder as it got closer. She ran, all the races with her brothers and all the games that they pushed and taunted, she pushed forward till it felt like her heart might just burst as her lungs caught fire. A root reached up and tripped her, twisting her left ankle just enough that she couldn't get back up. Little Asia didn't know if it was broken or not, but pushed her self to her feet. She had to move. Tears were falling freely as Asia limped along, pushing herself forward. "I can't give up now. I can't give up.." It was a mantra for her as sounds of footsteps breaking twigs and shuffling leaves grew closer. Each step was a taunt just as much as the laugh was, sudden on her right side a blinding white hot pain carved through her lower back and down her hip. Asia screamed as loud and as hard as her little lungs would allow her.
In bed, Asia jerked suddenly before she started to scream. Her little body trembling as the dream started to fade away as she looked around her in a daze, not quite there yet, "Vangelis? Vang?!" The last thing that played in her mind before fading to the nothingness was a deep male voice whispering in her ear, 'not yet.'
Athene
Athanasia
Athene
Athanasia
Awards
First Impressions:Leggy; Warm, bronze-colored eyes; thick wavy hair & an easy smile.
Address: Your Royal Highness
Asia spoke on her memories of her nightmares, the voice she hears in the dark as it taunted her. She didn't notice her brother's deminor change as she spoke, stumbling over her words as she held the blanket close. It was easier telling him when she was curled up, safe next to him. She had told their father too, and he had the same look in his eyes even as he assured her that they were only nightmares. Sadly, they still came that night too.
Vangelis was silent once she was done, not even moving, which almost made Asia even more frightened that something was wrong with her than ever. In a timid voice, she asked him if she was broken. What other results could there be? She was a Kotas who was fearful of the dark and hearing things in her nightmares. So when he lightly brushed her hair back from her face, she dared to peek out more as she dared to hear what he had to say. She was sure that he wouldn't brush her hair aside and let her stay if she were a broken Kotas, right?
'No, and you are no less a Kotas.' Such simple words brought tears of relief to Asia's eyes. It was one thing to hear it from Pater or Mater, the two who either doted on her or pushed her to her studies and tell her that it was all in her head, but to hear it from Vangelis who was fearless in her eyes. It was something more believeable. So when he states that the Kotas are not fearless, that earned him a look of confusion, since she saw him as just that. Didn't he just say that he had no fears?
Asia listened quietly as he tried to explain, her eyes starting to feel heavy as his low voice rumbled away. "I like to try and be brave like you." She did too, all her brothers were her role models that she strived to be like. "I know you said you are not afraid of anything NOW.." Asia hit hard on the now for emphisis, "but have you ever been when you were my age?" Looking up at him with her eyes half open now. With the hair strokes and just talking, Asia was feeling sleep creep up on her and she fought it with her questions. Asia wanted to be brave, but how could she when she couldn't even see her enemy? Thoughts of Vangelis' words ran through Athanasia's mind on learning to be brave, that being afraid was a lesson and a good thing. The last thing that flittered through her mind 'be brave' as she drifted off to sleep.
Athanasia was in a deep sleep now as she laid where she was almost not moving before now, sweat beads forming across her brow as she starts to toss and turn, as she tries to escape some unseen force.
In her dream, inky black surrounds her as Asia hears laughter moving about her, circling her similar to a shark in the ocean. She could never see them. 'Focus Asia!' She could feel the ground under her feet, the cool dirt just under her toes. Moving around, Asia could feel branches brush by her arms and the breeze blow through her hair, it bringing the scent of blood that had her trembling in fear. Something touched her left side, causing Asia to lash out, the laughter grew.
In bed, a sleeping Asia was crying, whimpering as she swung her little fist to the left. Trapped in her own thoughts now as she fought her own battle. A muttered soft cry could be heard of "I am a Kotas!"
Dream Asia was screaming for the voice to stop, to leave her alone! Screaming at them "I am a Kotas! I am not afraid of you!" and that they would be sorry for messing with her. Oh how she wished she believed those words right then. Asia knew she needed to run, unable to see she took her chances as she placed her hands out and ran away with all her might. The only problem was, in the dark it doesn't feel like you are going anywhere, even as she tripped over sticks and ran into trees.
If anyone were awake and watching the sleeping Asia, they would see that she was panting as if she was running for all she was worth instead of sleeping, random times broken as she jerks slightly as if she ran into something with her shoulder. Tears now streaming down her face, as she cried in both pain that she was still in as well as relived dreams and muttered prayers "I can't give up.."
Asia was running for her life through the dark, the laughter now louder as it got closer. She ran, all the races with her brothers and all the games that they pushed and taunted, she pushed forward till it felt like her heart might just burst as her lungs caught fire. A root reached up and tripped her, twisting her left ankle just enough that she couldn't get back up. Little Asia didn't know if it was broken or not, but pushed her self to her feet. She had to move. Tears were falling freely as Asia limped along, pushing herself forward. "I can't give up now. I can't give up.." It was a mantra for her as sounds of footsteps breaking twigs and shuffling leaves grew closer. Each step was a taunt just as much as the laugh was, sudden on her right side a blinding white hot pain carved through her lower back and down her hip. Asia screamed as loud and as hard as her little lungs would allow her.
In bed, Asia jerked suddenly before she started to scream. Her little body trembling as the dream started to fade away as she looked around her in a daze, not quite there yet, "Vangelis? Vang?!" The last thing that played in her mind before fading to the nothingness was a deep male voice whispering in her ear, 'not yet.'
Asia spoke on her memories of her nightmares, the voice she hears in the dark as it taunted her. She didn't notice her brother's deminor change as she spoke, stumbling over her words as she held the blanket close. It was easier telling him when she was curled up, safe next to him. She had told their father too, and he had the same look in his eyes even as he assured her that they were only nightmares. Sadly, they still came that night too.
Vangelis was silent once she was done, not even moving, which almost made Asia even more frightened that something was wrong with her than ever. In a timid voice, she asked him if she was broken. What other results could there be? She was a Kotas who was fearful of the dark and hearing things in her nightmares. So when he lightly brushed her hair back from her face, she dared to peek out more as she dared to hear what he had to say. She was sure that he wouldn't brush her hair aside and let her stay if she were a broken Kotas, right?
'No, and you are no less a Kotas.' Such simple words brought tears of relief to Asia's eyes. It was one thing to hear it from Pater or Mater, the two who either doted on her or pushed her to her studies and tell her that it was all in her head, but to hear it from Vangelis who was fearless in her eyes. It was something more believeable. So when he states that the Kotas are not fearless, that earned him a look of confusion, since she saw him as just that. Didn't he just say that he had no fears?
Asia listened quietly as he tried to explain, her eyes starting to feel heavy as his low voice rumbled away. "I like to try and be brave like you." She did too, all her brothers were her role models that she strived to be like. "I know you said you are not afraid of anything NOW.." Asia hit hard on the now for emphisis, "but have you ever been when you were my age?" Looking up at him with her eyes half open now. With the hair strokes and just talking, Asia was feeling sleep creep up on her and she fought it with her questions. Asia wanted to be brave, but how could she when she couldn't even see her enemy? Thoughts of Vangelis' words ran through Athanasia's mind on learning to be brave, that being afraid was a lesson and a good thing. The last thing that flittered through her mind 'be brave' as she drifted off to sleep.
Athanasia was in a deep sleep now as she laid where she was almost not moving before now, sweat beads forming across her brow as she starts to toss and turn, as she tries to escape some unseen force.
In her dream, inky black surrounds her as Asia hears laughter moving about her, circling her similar to a shark in the ocean. She could never see them. 'Focus Asia!' She could feel the ground under her feet, the cool dirt just under her toes. Moving around, Asia could feel branches brush by her arms and the breeze blow through her hair, it bringing the scent of blood that had her trembling in fear. Something touched her left side, causing Asia to lash out, the laughter grew.
In bed, a sleeping Asia was crying, whimpering as she swung her little fist to the left. Trapped in her own thoughts now as she fought her own battle. A muttered soft cry could be heard of "I am a Kotas!"
Dream Asia was screaming for the voice to stop, to leave her alone! Screaming at them "I am a Kotas! I am not afraid of you!" and that they would be sorry for messing with her. Oh how she wished she believed those words right then. Asia knew she needed to run, unable to see she took her chances as she placed her hands out and ran away with all her might. The only problem was, in the dark it doesn't feel like you are going anywhere, even as she tripped over sticks and ran into trees.
If anyone were awake and watching the sleeping Asia, they would see that she was panting as if she was running for all she was worth instead of sleeping, random times broken as she jerks slightly as if she ran into something with her shoulder. Tears now streaming down her face, as she cried in both pain that she was still in as well as relived dreams and muttered prayers "I can't give up.."
Asia was running for her life through the dark, the laughter now louder as it got closer. She ran, all the races with her brothers and all the games that they pushed and taunted, she pushed forward till it felt like her heart might just burst as her lungs caught fire. A root reached up and tripped her, twisting her left ankle just enough that she couldn't get back up. Little Asia didn't know if it was broken or not, but pushed her self to her feet. She had to move. Tears were falling freely as Asia limped along, pushing herself forward. "I can't give up now. I can't give up.." It was a mantra for her as sounds of footsteps breaking twigs and shuffling leaves grew closer. Each step was a taunt just as much as the laugh was, sudden on her right side a blinding white hot pain carved through her lower back and down her hip. Asia screamed as loud and as hard as her little lungs would allow her.
In bed, Asia jerked suddenly before she started to scream. Her little body trembling as the dream started to fade away as she looked around her in a daze, not quite there yet, "Vangelis? Vang?!" The last thing that played in her mind before fading to the nothingness was a deep male voice whispering in her ear, 'not yet.'
Vangelis's eyes softened; a phenomenon that only occurred around his closest blood when they were in some kind of anguish. Athanasia listened hard and with determination but, given her age, he wasn't entirely sure how much of his explanation had helped her or simply confused her into silence. Or, he thought, as she started to show signs of drowsy slumber, was just putting her to sleep.
Athanasia asked him if he had any fears. If there was anything he had feared as a child. The truth was, multiple worries had plagued him in his youth. He had simply learned to either grow out of them or ignore them sufficiently to continue on with his responsibilities. In answering, however, he hesitated. It was on the tip of his tongue to admit that he'd never been a huge fan of small spaces and had once been very nervous of horses (until he was large enough that they no longer loomed above him like monsters of Hades). Despite his lack of social skills when it came to strangers, Vangelis could occasionally be counted upon for common sense with his siblings. Asia had enough fear of her own. He didn't need to be planting new phobias into her head.
Luckily, Vangelis was saved from answering her wholly. her eyelids already drooping, Vangelis offered some noncommittal comment and just sat beside her as she drifted off into sleep. He didn't leave. He just morphed into a statue at her side until he was sure that she was deep in slumber and then moved back to his desk to continue his work in the new quiet.
For a while, he worked to the sound of his sister's breathing. Her soft inhale and exhale kept the rhythm of his stylus and was only occasionally interrupted by the pop of firewood and the hollow, flickering sound of the candle by his ear. After a few hours, however, the noises changed. No longer were Asia's breaths calm and even. They began to quicken, her little body shifting softly beneath the covers and her lips pursing on mews of discontent.
Recognising the signs of the nightmare that she had feared, Vangelis' hand paused upon the clay he was working upon. He looked towards his bed and waited. When the noises did not cool and her dreams did not return to pleasant scenes, Vangelis rose form his chair and moved to stand to the side of his bed. Reaching out, he had been about to wake Asia when he noted the frown upon her face. Despite her obviously being scared, it was a frown of determination. Of fight. Resolve laced around Vangelis' muscles like steel and he hovered. He did not wish to steal from Asia a chance at victory over her own haunting mirage.
When he cries grew louder, however, Vangelis decided that, upon this occasion, Asia had been beaten and he took a quick seat beside her and reached out. Coincidence had the little girl's nightmare reaching its crescendo at the same time, propelling her upright with a cry and directly into his arms as she sputtered his name.
Vangelis was a man of physical intimacy over words. He said little as she startled into wakefulness, simply whispering comforting noises in her ear and wrapping his arms around her shaking little body that was now coated in sweat. Heedless of any of that, Vangelis placed a hand the width of both her shoulderblades to her back and rubbed up and down, attempting to bring calm to her once more.
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Vangelis
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Vangelis's eyes softened; a phenomenon that only occurred around his closest blood when they were in some kind of anguish. Athanasia listened hard and with determination but, given her age, he wasn't entirely sure how much of his explanation had helped her or simply confused her into silence. Or, he thought, as she started to show signs of drowsy slumber, was just putting her to sleep.
Athanasia asked him if he had any fears. If there was anything he had feared as a child. The truth was, multiple worries had plagued him in his youth. He had simply learned to either grow out of them or ignore them sufficiently to continue on with his responsibilities. In answering, however, he hesitated. It was on the tip of his tongue to admit that he'd never been a huge fan of small spaces and had once been very nervous of horses (until he was large enough that they no longer loomed above him like monsters of Hades). Despite his lack of social skills when it came to strangers, Vangelis could occasionally be counted upon for common sense with his siblings. Asia had enough fear of her own. He didn't need to be planting new phobias into her head.
Luckily, Vangelis was saved from answering her wholly. her eyelids already drooping, Vangelis offered some noncommittal comment and just sat beside her as she drifted off into sleep. He didn't leave. He just morphed into a statue at her side until he was sure that she was deep in slumber and then moved back to his desk to continue his work in the new quiet.
For a while, he worked to the sound of his sister's breathing. Her soft inhale and exhale kept the rhythm of his stylus and was only occasionally interrupted by the pop of firewood and the hollow, flickering sound of the candle by his ear. After a few hours, however, the noises changed. No longer were Asia's breaths calm and even. They began to quicken, her little body shifting softly beneath the covers and her lips pursing on mews of discontent.
Recognising the signs of the nightmare that she had feared, Vangelis' hand paused upon the clay he was working upon. He looked towards his bed and waited. When the noises did not cool and her dreams did not return to pleasant scenes, Vangelis rose form his chair and moved to stand to the side of his bed. Reaching out, he had been about to wake Asia when he noted the frown upon her face. Despite her obviously being scared, it was a frown of determination. Of fight. Resolve laced around Vangelis' muscles like steel and he hovered. He did not wish to steal from Asia a chance at victory over her own haunting mirage.
When he cries grew louder, however, Vangelis decided that, upon this occasion, Asia had been beaten and he took a quick seat beside her and reached out. Coincidence had the little girl's nightmare reaching its crescendo at the same time, propelling her upright with a cry and directly into his arms as she sputtered his name.
Vangelis was a man of physical intimacy over words. He said little as she startled into wakefulness, simply whispering comforting noises in her ear and wrapping his arms around her shaking little body that was now coated in sweat. Heedless of any of that, Vangelis placed a hand the width of both her shoulderblades to her back and rubbed up and down, attempting to bring calm to her once more.
Vangelis's eyes softened; a phenomenon that only occurred around his closest blood when they were in some kind of anguish. Athanasia listened hard and with determination but, given her age, he wasn't entirely sure how much of his explanation had helped her or simply confused her into silence. Or, he thought, as she started to show signs of drowsy slumber, was just putting her to sleep.
Athanasia asked him if he had any fears. If there was anything he had feared as a child. The truth was, multiple worries had plagued him in his youth. He had simply learned to either grow out of them or ignore them sufficiently to continue on with his responsibilities. In answering, however, he hesitated. It was on the tip of his tongue to admit that he'd never been a huge fan of small spaces and had once been very nervous of horses (until he was large enough that they no longer loomed above him like monsters of Hades). Despite his lack of social skills when it came to strangers, Vangelis could occasionally be counted upon for common sense with his siblings. Asia had enough fear of her own. He didn't need to be planting new phobias into her head.
Luckily, Vangelis was saved from answering her wholly. her eyelids already drooping, Vangelis offered some noncommittal comment and just sat beside her as she drifted off into sleep. He didn't leave. He just morphed into a statue at her side until he was sure that she was deep in slumber and then moved back to his desk to continue his work in the new quiet.
For a while, he worked to the sound of his sister's breathing. Her soft inhale and exhale kept the rhythm of his stylus and was only occasionally interrupted by the pop of firewood and the hollow, flickering sound of the candle by his ear. After a few hours, however, the noises changed. No longer were Asia's breaths calm and even. They began to quicken, her little body shifting softly beneath the covers and her lips pursing on mews of discontent.
Recognising the signs of the nightmare that she had feared, Vangelis' hand paused upon the clay he was working upon. He looked towards his bed and waited. When the noises did not cool and her dreams did not return to pleasant scenes, Vangelis rose form his chair and moved to stand to the side of his bed. Reaching out, he had been about to wake Asia when he noted the frown upon her face. Despite her obviously being scared, it was a frown of determination. Of fight. Resolve laced around Vangelis' muscles like steel and he hovered. He did not wish to steal from Asia a chance at victory over her own haunting mirage.
When he cries grew louder, however, Vangelis decided that, upon this occasion, Asia had been beaten and he took a quick seat beside her and reached out. Coincidence had the little girl's nightmare reaching its crescendo at the same time, propelling her upright with a cry and directly into his arms as she sputtered his name.
Vangelis was a man of physical intimacy over words. He said little as she startled into wakefulness, simply whispering comforting noises in her ear and wrapping his arms around her shaking little body that was now coated in sweat. Heedless of any of that, Vangelis placed a hand the width of both her shoulderblades to her back and rubbed up and down, attempting to bring calm to her once more.
Athanasia woke in a panic as she screamed for Vangelis, she didn't even realise that suddely she was in his arms as he held her tight. The dream still haunted her, making her tremble as if her muscles did indeed run for miles and fought her way through trees and phantoms. The more she came too, she realised she was in a warm and familiar hug of her beloved older brother. He was there still. Athanasia broke down in tears as she wrapped her own arms around him as she hugged him tight, feeling the soothing comfort he tried to bring as he rubbed her back similar to how their mater and pater did. "He was here. I heard him. Laughing at me as I was running."*hiccup*
As she cried, the hiccups started as she tried to talk, rambling as she tried to explain even as she clung to him. At the end of all the rambles, Asia hid her face against her brothers shoulder as she quietly uttered the last words she heard, "Not yet.. *hiccups* it said 'not yet'"
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Athanasia
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Athanasia woke in a panic as she screamed for Vangelis, she didn't even realise that suddely she was in his arms as he held her tight. The dream still haunted her, making her tremble as if her muscles did indeed run for miles and fought her way through trees and phantoms. The more she came too, she realised she was in a warm and familiar hug of her beloved older brother. He was there still. Athanasia broke down in tears as she wrapped her own arms around him as she hugged him tight, feeling the soothing comfort he tried to bring as he rubbed her back similar to how their mater and pater did. "He was here. I heard him. Laughing at me as I was running."*hiccup*
As she cried, the hiccups started as she tried to talk, rambling as she tried to explain even as she clung to him. At the end of all the rambles, Asia hid her face against her brothers shoulder as she quietly uttered the last words she heard, "Not yet.. *hiccups* it said 'not yet'"
Athanasia woke in a panic as she screamed for Vangelis, she didn't even realise that suddely she was in his arms as he held her tight. The dream still haunted her, making her tremble as if her muscles did indeed run for miles and fought her way through trees and phantoms. The more she came too, she realised she was in a warm and familiar hug of her beloved older brother. He was there still. Athanasia broke down in tears as she wrapped her own arms around him as she hugged him tight, feeling the soothing comfort he tried to bring as he rubbed her back similar to how their mater and pater did. "He was here. I heard him. Laughing at me as I was running."*hiccup*
As she cried, the hiccups started as she tried to talk, rambling as she tried to explain even as she clung to him. At the end of all the rambles, Asia hid her face against her brothers shoulder as she quietly uttered the last words she heard, "Not yet.. *hiccups* it said 'not yet'"
Again, Vangelis was tempted to go and seek out his mother, or even his father. Each of them had guided him and his siblings through the trying times as children; through their sleepless nights and difficult trials of self. He had been the one to occasionally sit in his brothers' bedrooms promising to fight the monster under the bed should they appear in the night. But he had never had to proactively fight a fear that manifested itself within their dreams. He had never had to be the one providing comforting words after the terror had taken hold; only ever the precursor of defence to the fear ever launching itself upon his siblings in the first place.
Swallowing, Vangelis could do little but hold his baby sister close, his arms large and wrapping around her like a physical guard. She was so small that, if it weren't for her long chestnut tresses that fell over his arm, she would have been near invisible. Completely hidden from view.
Suddenly struck with an idea, Vangelis waited for Asia's sobs to quieten a little, whispering to her that she was safe, that he had her, they she didn't need to be scared anymore. She snuffled and squeezed him tight and when she mentioned the voice's threatening words, he felt his own throat close up in anger. He didn't know how to fight a voice. He just hoped his silly little idea might help her somehow...
Pulling back just enough so that he could see her, his embrace never breaking, Vangelis tried to infuse his expression with confidence and calm.
"I think I know what can help you, sister mine," he told her. "I understand your dreams better, now that I have seen them and I think I know what may help."
Retrieving one of his hands from behind her back, Vangelis thumbed off a golden ring from his forefinger. It was embossed with the sigil of the Kotas house. A mark worn by the Head of House. The piece of marked and marred from years of being worn on the finger of a hundred different men through the centuries. It had been re-engraved more than once when the stamping of letters and documents had seen the markings shallow out and wear away.
"This," Vangelis told his sister, holding it before her nose so that she could not miss it, even in the darkness, "is the Kotas House ring." He squeezed the band for a moment, making it wag this way and then that. "It has been worn by our forefathers for centuries. And each man to wear it has infused it with his strength and his courage."
Picking up Athanasia's little hand, Vangelis slipped the ring over her thumb. Even then, it was still horrendously loose, hanging against the base of the digit and ready to fall if she didn't curl her fist around it.
"That ring has been worn by warriors and fighters. Men who should have died many times on the battlefield." Vangelis was sure to keep Asia's stare as he spoke, attempting to ensure that she believed the fables he was spinning. "They survived because of this ring. Because it made them invisible to their enemies. Hidden from their malicious intent and cruelty. If you wear this when you go to sleep, it won't stop the dreams but you'll become invisible to the voice. He'll never be able to find you. Which means that he can say anything he wants to. He can threaten and he can promise and he can scare you with whatever he says but he will never be able to do any of it to you because you'll be hidden by the Gods - by the Kotas - and safe from anything he can do."
Vangelis had no idea if Athanasia would believe him or not but, at her age, when the stories of the Gods were so vivid and so fresh, he recalled believing just about anything when it came to amulets, treasures and tokens. He could not remove the voice from Asia's head. He could not encourage her to stand strong when she was so young and so fearful. But perhaps he could give her a little security - a feeling of safety that would stop the dreams waking her in a cold sweat. If he could reduce that voice to an unthreatening annoyance, perhaps the dreams would pass altogether...
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Vangelis
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Vangelis
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First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
Again, Vangelis was tempted to go and seek out his mother, or even his father. Each of them had guided him and his siblings through the trying times as children; through their sleepless nights and difficult trials of self. He had been the one to occasionally sit in his brothers' bedrooms promising to fight the monster under the bed should they appear in the night. But he had never had to proactively fight a fear that manifested itself within their dreams. He had never had to be the one providing comforting words after the terror had taken hold; only ever the precursor of defence to the fear ever launching itself upon his siblings in the first place.
Swallowing, Vangelis could do little but hold his baby sister close, his arms large and wrapping around her like a physical guard. She was so small that, if it weren't for her long chestnut tresses that fell over his arm, she would have been near invisible. Completely hidden from view.
Suddenly struck with an idea, Vangelis waited for Asia's sobs to quieten a little, whispering to her that she was safe, that he had her, they she didn't need to be scared anymore. She snuffled and squeezed him tight and when she mentioned the voice's threatening words, he felt his own throat close up in anger. He didn't know how to fight a voice. He just hoped his silly little idea might help her somehow...
Pulling back just enough so that he could see her, his embrace never breaking, Vangelis tried to infuse his expression with confidence and calm.
"I think I know what can help you, sister mine," he told her. "I understand your dreams better, now that I have seen them and I think I know what may help."
Retrieving one of his hands from behind her back, Vangelis thumbed off a golden ring from his forefinger. It was embossed with the sigil of the Kotas house. A mark worn by the Head of House. The piece of marked and marred from years of being worn on the finger of a hundred different men through the centuries. It had been re-engraved more than once when the stamping of letters and documents had seen the markings shallow out and wear away.
"This," Vangelis told his sister, holding it before her nose so that she could not miss it, even in the darkness, "is the Kotas House ring." He squeezed the band for a moment, making it wag this way and then that. "It has been worn by our forefathers for centuries. And each man to wear it has infused it with his strength and his courage."
Picking up Athanasia's little hand, Vangelis slipped the ring over her thumb. Even then, it was still horrendously loose, hanging against the base of the digit and ready to fall if she didn't curl her fist around it.
"That ring has been worn by warriors and fighters. Men who should have died many times on the battlefield." Vangelis was sure to keep Asia's stare as he spoke, attempting to ensure that she believed the fables he was spinning. "They survived because of this ring. Because it made them invisible to their enemies. Hidden from their malicious intent and cruelty. If you wear this when you go to sleep, it won't stop the dreams but you'll become invisible to the voice. He'll never be able to find you. Which means that he can say anything he wants to. He can threaten and he can promise and he can scare you with whatever he says but he will never be able to do any of it to you because you'll be hidden by the Gods - by the Kotas - and safe from anything he can do."
Vangelis had no idea if Athanasia would believe him or not but, at her age, when the stories of the Gods were so vivid and so fresh, he recalled believing just about anything when it came to amulets, treasures and tokens. He could not remove the voice from Asia's head. He could not encourage her to stand strong when she was so young and so fearful. But perhaps he could give her a little security - a feeling of safety that would stop the dreams waking her in a cold sweat. If he could reduce that voice to an unthreatening annoyance, perhaps the dreams would pass altogether...
Again, Vangelis was tempted to go and seek out his mother, or even his father. Each of them had guided him and his siblings through the trying times as children; through their sleepless nights and difficult trials of self. He had been the one to occasionally sit in his brothers' bedrooms promising to fight the monster under the bed should they appear in the night. But he had never had to proactively fight a fear that manifested itself within their dreams. He had never had to be the one providing comforting words after the terror had taken hold; only ever the precursor of defence to the fear ever launching itself upon his siblings in the first place.
Swallowing, Vangelis could do little but hold his baby sister close, his arms large and wrapping around her like a physical guard. She was so small that, if it weren't for her long chestnut tresses that fell over his arm, she would have been near invisible. Completely hidden from view.
Suddenly struck with an idea, Vangelis waited for Asia's sobs to quieten a little, whispering to her that she was safe, that he had her, they she didn't need to be scared anymore. She snuffled and squeezed him tight and when she mentioned the voice's threatening words, he felt his own throat close up in anger. He didn't know how to fight a voice. He just hoped his silly little idea might help her somehow...
Pulling back just enough so that he could see her, his embrace never breaking, Vangelis tried to infuse his expression with confidence and calm.
"I think I know what can help you, sister mine," he told her. "I understand your dreams better, now that I have seen them and I think I know what may help."
Retrieving one of his hands from behind her back, Vangelis thumbed off a golden ring from his forefinger. It was embossed with the sigil of the Kotas house. A mark worn by the Head of House. The piece of marked and marred from years of being worn on the finger of a hundred different men through the centuries. It had been re-engraved more than once when the stamping of letters and documents had seen the markings shallow out and wear away.
"This," Vangelis told his sister, holding it before her nose so that she could not miss it, even in the darkness, "is the Kotas House ring." He squeezed the band for a moment, making it wag this way and then that. "It has been worn by our forefathers for centuries. And each man to wear it has infused it with his strength and his courage."
Picking up Athanasia's little hand, Vangelis slipped the ring over her thumb. Even then, it was still horrendously loose, hanging against the base of the digit and ready to fall if she didn't curl her fist around it.
"That ring has been worn by warriors and fighters. Men who should have died many times on the battlefield." Vangelis was sure to keep Asia's stare as he spoke, attempting to ensure that she believed the fables he was spinning. "They survived because of this ring. Because it made them invisible to their enemies. Hidden from their malicious intent and cruelty. If you wear this when you go to sleep, it won't stop the dreams but you'll become invisible to the voice. He'll never be able to find you. Which means that he can say anything he wants to. He can threaten and he can promise and he can scare you with whatever he says but he will never be able to do any of it to you because you'll be hidden by the Gods - by the Kotas - and safe from anything he can do."
Vangelis had no idea if Athanasia would believe him or not but, at her age, when the stories of the Gods were so vivid and so fresh, he recalled believing just about anything when it came to amulets, treasures and tokens. He could not remove the voice from Asia's head. He could not encourage her to stand strong when she was so young and so fearful. But perhaps he could give her a little security - a feeling of safety that would stop the dreams waking her in a cold sweat. If he could reduce that voice to an unthreatening annoyance, perhaps the dreams would pass altogether...
Athanasia hid into her brother's embrace, like a protective shield, his very presences chased away the nightmares as she cried into his shirt. Why couldn't she sleep any more throught the night? Why did the dreams and the voice torment her so? Asia was exhausted from so many nights of fighting the unseen demons that now plagued her mind. She could hear his murmers that she was safe and that he had her, comforting her as she told him what the voice said as she woke up. It terrified her to no end. So when Vangelis started to pull back, Athanasia clung to him tighter in fear that he was about to leave her. It wasn't until the light hit her that she realize that he moved so he could see her better now.
'I think I know what can help you, sister mine,' he told her, peaking Asia's curiosity even as the fear still slowly ebbed away. 'I understand your dreams better, now that I have seen them and I think I know what may help.'
She sniffled a little before she spoke in response, her voice cracking slightly after at the crying she did "What?" Athanasia could feel him moving behind her back but she did not see what he was doing until he held his ring just in front of her face. For a moment her eyes went cross as she tried to look down her nose at it before she leaned back and away so she could see the ring better. It was the one he always wore but she never really got a close look at it. It was worn looking and Asia could see their family sigil on it.
'This, is the Kotas House ring.' Athanasia watched as the light danced over the metal as Vang moved the ring around so she could see it. 'It has been worn by our forefathers for centuries. And each man to wear it has infused it with his strength and his courage.' He tells her and Asia looked up at him with her eyes wide for a moment. A ring filled with strength and courage? No wonder Vangelis seemed invincible!
When he picked up her hand, so much smaller in his, Athanasia started to pull away when he placed the big ring on her thumb, "But.. what if you need it? What about your strength and courage?" Looking up at him, her fingers curled around the still warm band as she gripped it for all the strength she had. She believed him when he said that it was filled with courage, but she didn't want to have it at Vangelis' expense.
'That ring has been worn by warriors and fighters. Men who should have died many times on the battlefield.' Vangelis never broke eye contact as he told Asia the tale of the ring, she hung on to every word like it was a lifeline that she held on to to keep from drifting out to sea. She believed every word that came out of her big brother's mouth, her trust absolute as she listened. 'They survived because of this ring. Because it made them invisible to their enemies. Hidden from their malicious intent and cruelty. If you wear this when you go to sleep, it won't stop the dreams but you'll become invisible to the voice. He'll never be able to find you. Which means that he can say anything he wants to. He can threaten and he can promise and he can scare you with whatever he says but he will never be able to do any of it to you because you'll be hidden by the Gods - by the Kotas - and safe from anything he can do.'
Once he was finished, Athanasia blinked a few times, stunned. Looking down at the big ring that wrapped around her thumb even as she held it in a tight fist, she finally clutched it to her chest. "Invisible?" For a moment her thoughts drifted to the voice in her dreams and she shivered at the memory, but as she hugged the ring to her and felt its warmth, the shivering passed almost as quickly. "Thank you Vang. I don't... I don't know what to say. Can I keep it? Forever?" Looking up at him, her look was almost like a pleading look before it shifted, to one of concern as her thoughts turned to him. "If I keep this though, what about you? If you don't have the ring then you can't be invisible. You won't have the extra courage and strength. Can you stay home forever? Then we could share and you will stay safe too!" Like most children, Athanasia's mind bounced around with her thoughts, but one thing that was always evident, it was clear that she always adored her family. Looking up at Vangelis, her fists still wrapped around the ring, she held it out to him. She didn't want him to get hurt because of her.
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Athanasia
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Athanasia
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First Impressions:Leggy; Warm, bronze-colored eyes; thick wavy hair & an easy smile.
Address: Your Royal Highness
Athanasia hid into her brother's embrace, like a protective shield, his very presences chased away the nightmares as she cried into his shirt. Why couldn't she sleep any more throught the night? Why did the dreams and the voice torment her so? Asia was exhausted from so many nights of fighting the unseen demons that now plagued her mind. She could hear his murmers that she was safe and that he had her, comforting her as she told him what the voice said as she woke up. It terrified her to no end. So when Vangelis started to pull back, Athanasia clung to him tighter in fear that he was about to leave her. It wasn't until the light hit her that she realize that he moved so he could see her better now.
'I think I know what can help you, sister mine,' he told her, peaking Asia's curiosity even as the fear still slowly ebbed away. 'I understand your dreams better, now that I have seen them and I think I know what may help.'
She sniffled a little before she spoke in response, her voice cracking slightly after at the crying she did "What?" Athanasia could feel him moving behind her back but she did not see what he was doing until he held his ring just in front of her face. For a moment her eyes went cross as she tried to look down her nose at it before she leaned back and away so she could see the ring better. It was the one he always wore but she never really got a close look at it. It was worn looking and Asia could see their family sigil on it.
'This, is the Kotas House ring.' Athanasia watched as the light danced over the metal as Vang moved the ring around so she could see it. 'It has been worn by our forefathers for centuries. And each man to wear it has infused it with his strength and his courage.' He tells her and Asia looked up at him with her eyes wide for a moment. A ring filled with strength and courage? No wonder Vangelis seemed invincible!
When he picked up her hand, so much smaller in his, Athanasia started to pull away when he placed the big ring on her thumb, "But.. what if you need it? What about your strength and courage?" Looking up at him, her fingers curled around the still warm band as she gripped it for all the strength she had. She believed him when he said that it was filled with courage, but she didn't want to have it at Vangelis' expense.
'That ring has been worn by warriors and fighters. Men who should have died many times on the battlefield.' Vangelis never broke eye contact as he told Asia the tale of the ring, she hung on to every word like it was a lifeline that she held on to to keep from drifting out to sea. She believed every word that came out of her big brother's mouth, her trust absolute as she listened. 'They survived because of this ring. Because it made them invisible to their enemies. Hidden from their malicious intent and cruelty. If you wear this when you go to sleep, it won't stop the dreams but you'll become invisible to the voice. He'll never be able to find you. Which means that he can say anything he wants to. He can threaten and he can promise and he can scare you with whatever he says but he will never be able to do any of it to you because you'll be hidden by the Gods - by the Kotas - and safe from anything he can do.'
Once he was finished, Athanasia blinked a few times, stunned. Looking down at the big ring that wrapped around her thumb even as she held it in a tight fist, she finally clutched it to her chest. "Invisible?" For a moment her thoughts drifted to the voice in her dreams and she shivered at the memory, but as she hugged the ring to her and felt its warmth, the shivering passed almost as quickly. "Thank you Vang. I don't... I don't know what to say. Can I keep it? Forever?" Looking up at him, her look was almost like a pleading look before it shifted, to one of concern as her thoughts turned to him. "If I keep this though, what about you? If you don't have the ring then you can't be invisible. You won't have the extra courage and strength. Can you stay home forever? Then we could share and you will stay safe too!" Like most children, Athanasia's mind bounced around with her thoughts, but one thing that was always evident, it was clear that she always adored her family. Looking up at Vangelis, her fists still wrapped around the ring, she held it out to him. She didn't want him to get hurt because of her.
Athanasia hid into her brother's embrace, like a protective shield, his very presences chased away the nightmares as she cried into his shirt. Why couldn't she sleep any more throught the night? Why did the dreams and the voice torment her so? Asia was exhausted from so many nights of fighting the unseen demons that now plagued her mind. She could hear his murmers that she was safe and that he had her, comforting her as she told him what the voice said as she woke up. It terrified her to no end. So when Vangelis started to pull back, Athanasia clung to him tighter in fear that he was about to leave her. It wasn't until the light hit her that she realize that he moved so he could see her better now.
'I think I know what can help you, sister mine,' he told her, peaking Asia's curiosity even as the fear still slowly ebbed away. 'I understand your dreams better, now that I have seen them and I think I know what may help.'
She sniffled a little before she spoke in response, her voice cracking slightly after at the crying she did "What?" Athanasia could feel him moving behind her back but she did not see what he was doing until he held his ring just in front of her face. For a moment her eyes went cross as she tried to look down her nose at it before she leaned back and away so she could see the ring better. It was the one he always wore but she never really got a close look at it. It was worn looking and Asia could see their family sigil on it.
'This, is the Kotas House ring.' Athanasia watched as the light danced over the metal as Vang moved the ring around so she could see it. 'It has been worn by our forefathers for centuries. And each man to wear it has infused it with his strength and his courage.' He tells her and Asia looked up at him with her eyes wide for a moment. A ring filled with strength and courage? No wonder Vangelis seemed invincible!
When he picked up her hand, so much smaller in his, Athanasia started to pull away when he placed the big ring on her thumb, "But.. what if you need it? What about your strength and courage?" Looking up at him, her fingers curled around the still warm band as she gripped it for all the strength she had. She believed him when he said that it was filled with courage, but she didn't want to have it at Vangelis' expense.
'That ring has been worn by warriors and fighters. Men who should have died many times on the battlefield.' Vangelis never broke eye contact as he told Asia the tale of the ring, she hung on to every word like it was a lifeline that she held on to to keep from drifting out to sea. She believed every word that came out of her big brother's mouth, her trust absolute as she listened. 'They survived because of this ring. Because it made them invisible to their enemies. Hidden from their malicious intent and cruelty. If you wear this when you go to sleep, it won't stop the dreams but you'll become invisible to the voice. He'll never be able to find you. Which means that he can say anything he wants to. He can threaten and he can promise and he can scare you with whatever he says but he will never be able to do any of it to you because you'll be hidden by the Gods - by the Kotas - and safe from anything he can do.'
Once he was finished, Athanasia blinked a few times, stunned. Looking down at the big ring that wrapped around her thumb even as she held it in a tight fist, she finally clutched it to her chest. "Invisible?" For a moment her thoughts drifted to the voice in her dreams and she shivered at the memory, but as she hugged the ring to her and felt its warmth, the shivering passed almost as quickly. "Thank you Vang. I don't... I don't know what to say. Can I keep it? Forever?" Looking up at him, her look was almost like a pleading look before it shifted, to one of concern as her thoughts turned to him. "If I keep this though, what about you? If you don't have the ring then you can't be invisible. You won't have the extra courage and strength. Can you stay home forever? Then we could share and you will stay safe too!" Like most children, Athanasia's mind bounced around with her thoughts, but one thing that was always evident, it was clear that she always adored her family. Looking up at Vangelis, her fists still wrapped around the ring, she held it out to him. She didn't want him to get hurt because of her.
The tension in his gut eased a little as Vangelis watched his little sister grip the trinket tight. From the look in her eyes and the way she held the ring to her chest as if it were more precious than a simple family heirloom, he knew that his story had convinced her. Hopefully, that conviction would pass into her sleeping mind and keep her standing firm against the voices that tormented her.
When she asked if it were hers to keep forever, Vangelis couldn't help but smile a little. That soft curling at one corner of his mouth that was more or less the closest he ever got to such an expression. She was wide-eyed in the dark and he hadn't the heart to tell her that the ring was only on loan; that he would need it again if he were ever to sign any more documents as the head of the Kotas House.
"You may keep it for as long as you need it," he promised. "But soon you will have your own strength and courage to fight your nightmares, Asia." A reaching hand stroked some of the long hairs away from her face. "It is good to have the support of your family but not to depend on them so much that you do not become strong yourself. This ring will keep you safe until you are older and stronger. You understand?"
He then squeezed her shoulder in comfort when her fears turned to his own safety.
"As for me, I doubt there are any monsters or enemies lurking the corridors of our home. I can bear a few nights without the ring under my own power. I'll just need it during the day to handle my own affairs, alright? We can share until I go away again. And by then, you'll be a strong Kotas bear of your own and no longer need it. I promise."
Vangelis sent a small prayer up to the Gods that his vow would come true. He had no intention of turning Asia into a weakling, depending on superstition to battle her own demons. Instead, he simply wanted to give her a core center of strength. Something that she could rely upon when building her own defenses. Something that reminded her that, even in her own head, she was never truly alone. For the Kotas, family was everything.
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The tension in his gut eased a little as Vangelis watched his little sister grip the trinket tight. From the look in her eyes and the way she held the ring to her chest as if it were more precious than a simple family heirloom, he knew that his story had convinced her. Hopefully, that conviction would pass into her sleeping mind and keep her standing firm against the voices that tormented her.
When she asked if it were hers to keep forever, Vangelis couldn't help but smile a little. That soft curling at one corner of his mouth that was more or less the closest he ever got to such an expression. She was wide-eyed in the dark and he hadn't the heart to tell her that the ring was only on loan; that he would need it again if he were ever to sign any more documents as the head of the Kotas House.
"You may keep it for as long as you need it," he promised. "But soon you will have your own strength and courage to fight your nightmares, Asia." A reaching hand stroked some of the long hairs away from her face. "It is good to have the support of your family but not to depend on them so much that you do not become strong yourself. This ring will keep you safe until you are older and stronger. You understand?"
He then squeezed her shoulder in comfort when her fears turned to his own safety.
"As for me, I doubt there are any monsters or enemies lurking the corridors of our home. I can bear a few nights without the ring under my own power. I'll just need it during the day to handle my own affairs, alright? We can share until I go away again. And by then, you'll be a strong Kotas bear of your own and no longer need it. I promise."
Vangelis sent a small prayer up to the Gods that his vow would come true. He had no intention of turning Asia into a weakling, depending on superstition to battle her own demons. Instead, he simply wanted to give her a core center of strength. Something that she could rely upon when building her own defenses. Something that reminded her that, even in her own head, she was never truly alone. For the Kotas, family was everything.
The tension in his gut eased a little as Vangelis watched his little sister grip the trinket tight. From the look in her eyes and the way she held the ring to her chest as if it were more precious than a simple family heirloom, he knew that his story had convinced her. Hopefully, that conviction would pass into her sleeping mind and keep her standing firm against the voices that tormented her.
When she asked if it were hers to keep forever, Vangelis couldn't help but smile a little. That soft curling at one corner of his mouth that was more or less the closest he ever got to such an expression. She was wide-eyed in the dark and he hadn't the heart to tell her that the ring was only on loan; that he would need it again if he were ever to sign any more documents as the head of the Kotas House.
"You may keep it for as long as you need it," he promised. "But soon you will have your own strength and courage to fight your nightmares, Asia." A reaching hand stroked some of the long hairs away from her face. "It is good to have the support of your family but not to depend on them so much that you do not become strong yourself. This ring will keep you safe until you are older and stronger. You understand?"
He then squeezed her shoulder in comfort when her fears turned to his own safety.
"As for me, I doubt there are any monsters or enemies lurking the corridors of our home. I can bear a few nights without the ring under my own power. I'll just need it during the day to handle my own affairs, alright? We can share until I go away again. And by then, you'll be a strong Kotas bear of your own and no longer need it. I promise."
Vangelis sent a small prayer up to the Gods that his vow would come true. He had no intention of turning Asia into a weakling, depending on superstition to battle her own demons. Instead, he simply wanted to give her a core center of strength. Something that she could rely upon when building her own defenses. Something that reminded her that, even in her own head, she was never truly alone. For the Kotas, family was everything.
Athanasia held the ring tightly in her little fist as she listened to her brother's words. Her young mind allowed her imagination to run even as she didn't know it was just a ring, but in her mind she could almost feel the power of courage fill her. It made her feel like she was as powerful as he was, as well as all the other leaders of their family were. Like she could do anything. So of course Athanasia could not help but ask if she could keep it forever, even if it was too large to wear over her tiny fingers.
The question earned Asia a smile from Vangelis, which was a rare thing but she liked to think that she got the most of those as well. It was small, but it was there, and it made her give him a smile in return that almost looked like his own. Then Vang told her that she could indeed keep it, but it wasn't forever though since he still needed it too and soon she would be strong enough that she would have her own courage. Asia looked down at the ring in her hand as Vangelis brushed her hair from her face, deep in thought for a moment before she agreed. "I can work with that, and the longer you are home is even better. I really hate it when you are away. Mother tells me that you have to go, but I hate it. Can't you just stay home forever till you have to get married?" The dream was almost forgotten now as Asia gave Vang her very grouchy look when she told him that she hated when he was away. She knew that war, battles, even traveling by boat, was not guaranteed for someone to come home. Her tutors taught her that just the other day.
They might be so far in age, so much that Vangelis could be her own father instead of her brother, Athanasia loved him dearly. It was that thought that had her worried about him, if she kept the ring, would it leave him defenseless? She wanted him safe just as much as he wanted her to feel safe. When he squeezed her shoulders, Athanasia wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged Vangelis tight. She didn't let go as spoke of no monsters getting him in their home. "I can share, but you can't leave again.. please? Why do you have to go away? You have soldiers, can't they go for you?"
Asia was still young but she was learning and listening when others spoke, so she knew that Vangelis was in charge of soldiers, though she didn't know how many. Even as he told her that he was head of the house, she didn't understand yet what that meant, in her mind, he was just her brother and she wanted him home. Quietly, she plotted to find ways to try and keep her brothers home. Would it even be possible since they were so much bigger than they were. Only one she ever stood a chance against was Silas. With the ring in her little fist Athanasia made her own vow to one day be as strong, if not stronger, than all her brothers one day. Then they can all stay home and stay safe.
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Athanasia held the ring tightly in her little fist as she listened to her brother's words. Her young mind allowed her imagination to run even as she didn't know it was just a ring, but in her mind she could almost feel the power of courage fill her. It made her feel like she was as powerful as he was, as well as all the other leaders of their family were. Like she could do anything. So of course Athanasia could not help but ask if she could keep it forever, even if it was too large to wear over her tiny fingers.
The question earned Asia a smile from Vangelis, which was a rare thing but she liked to think that she got the most of those as well. It was small, but it was there, and it made her give him a smile in return that almost looked like his own. Then Vang told her that she could indeed keep it, but it wasn't forever though since he still needed it too and soon she would be strong enough that she would have her own courage. Asia looked down at the ring in her hand as Vangelis brushed her hair from her face, deep in thought for a moment before she agreed. "I can work with that, and the longer you are home is even better. I really hate it when you are away. Mother tells me that you have to go, but I hate it. Can't you just stay home forever till you have to get married?" The dream was almost forgotten now as Asia gave Vang her very grouchy look when she told him that she hated when he was away. She knew that war, battles, even traveling by boat, was not guaranteed for someone to come home. Her tutors taught her that just the other day.
They might be so far in age, so much that Vangelis could be her own father instead of her brother, Athanasia loved him dearly. It was that thought that had her worried about him, if she kept the ring, would it leave him defenseless? She wanted him safe just as much as he wanted her to feel safe. When he squeezed her shoulders, Athanasia wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged Vangelis tight. She didn't let go as spoke of no monsters getting him in their home. "I can share, but you can't leave again.. please? Why do you have to go away? You have soldiers, can't they go for you?"
Asia was still young but she was learning and listening when others spoke, so she knew that Vangelis was in charge of soldiers, though she didn't know how many. Even as he told her that he was head of the house, she didn't understand yet what that meant, in her mind, he was just her brother and she wanted him home. Quietly, she plotted to find ways to try and keep her brothers home. Would it even be possible since they were so much bigger than they were. Only one she ever stood a chance against was Silas. With the ring in her little fist Athanasia made her own vow to one day be as strong, if not stronger, than all her brothers one day. Then they can all stay home and stay safe.
Athanasia held the ring tightly in her little fist as she listened to her brother's words. Her young mind allowed her imagination to run even as she didn't know it was just a ring, but in her mind she could almost feel the power of courage fill her. It made her feel like she was as powerful as he was, as well as all the other leaders of their family were. Like she could do anything. So of course Athanasia could not help but ask if she could keep it forever, even if it was too large to wear over her tiny fingers.
The question earned Asia a smile from Vangelis, which was a rare thing but she liked to think that she got the most of those as well. It was small, but it was there, and it made her give him a smile in return that almost looked like his own. Then Vang told her that she could indeed keep it, but it wasn't forever though since he still needed it too and soon she would be strong enough that she would have her own courage. Asia looked down at the ring in her hand as Vangelis brushed her hair from her face, deep in thought for a moment before she agreed. "I can work with that, and the longer you are home is even better. I really hate it when you are away. Mother tells me that you have to go, but I hate it. Can't you just stay home forever till you have to get married?" The dream was almost forgotten now as Asia gave Vang her very grouchy look when she told him that she hated when he was away. She knew that war, battles, even traveling by boat, was not guaranteed for someone to come home. Her tutors taught her that just the other day.
They might be so far in age, so much that Vangelis could be her own father instead of her brother, Athanasia loved him dearly. It was that thought that had her worried about him, if she kept the ring, would it leave him defenseless? She wanted him safe just as much as he wanted her to feel safe. When he squeezed her shoulders, Athanasia wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged Vangelis tight. She didn't let go as spoke of no monsters getting him in their home. "I can share, but you can't leave again.. please? Why do you have to go away? You have soldiers, can't they go for you?"
Asia was still young but she was learning and listening when others spoke, so she knew that Vangelis was in charge of soldiers, though she didn't know how many. Even as he told her that he was head of the house, she didn't understand yet what that meant, in her mind, he was just her brother and she wanted him home. Quietly, she plotted to find ways to try and keep her brothers home. Would it even be possible since they were so much bigger than they were. Only one she ever stood a chance against was Silas. With the ring in her little fist Athanasia made her own vow to one day be as strong, if not stronger, than all her brothers one day. Then they can all stay home and stay safe.
Vangelis held his sister close but not as tight as she. He was aware of his size and the way he might harm her if he used all of his strength. Instead, he held her close enough that he could feel her little chest move with each breath and dared not hold tighter. But she held on with all the force her little body could manage. He felt her desperation and her emotion through each of her limbs. It trembled in his ear as she whispered that she wished he wouldn't leave.
Vangelis patted his sister awkwardly on the back.
Their relationship was an odd one. Not truly siblings, for they had never spent any of their childhoods together long-term. Not parental, for their parents were very much present in their lives. Vangelis operated in a small field between the two. Detached in experience but loyal and close in blood. He was never entirely sure how much Asia saw him as Vangelis the brother and Vangelis the concept of her brother... Whether he was a painting in her mind or a true person. But she held him now as if he were real. She relied upon him as if he were real.
For now, these infrequent moments between his campaigns would have to be enough.
"I miss my family when I am away, sister mine, but it is necessary," he murmured quietly in her ear as she held him tight about the neck. "I have soldiers but soldiers must have a leader. And their leader must be a man they know. One they have served battle with before." He could just imagine the childlike mind that might suggest him working in rotation with other commanders, so he thought it might be wise to nip that excuse in the bud. "I fight so that monsters, like the ones in your dream, do not come to Colchis. Do not harm our people. If I stayed here, I could protect only you. By fighting there I protect everyone. Do you understand?"
Vangelis did not much like painting the enemy as a monster. There were no fictional beasts or mythological creatures to the North. They were simply men. Men who were hungry for land and value. A soldier who reduced his enemy to an unthinking beast was doomed to underestimate them and fall to them. But right now, speaking with a small girl, Vangelis knew not how else to word it. How else to make her understand the requirements that kept him so far away from home...
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Vangelis held his sister close but not as tight as she. He was aware of his size and the way he might harm her if he used all of his strength. Instead, he held her close enough that he could feel her little chest move with each breath and dared not hold tighter. But she held on with all the force her little body could manage. He felt her desperation and her emotion through each of her limbs. It trembled in his ear as she whispered that she wished he wouldn't leave.
Vangelis patted his sister awkwardly on the back.
Their relationship was an odd one. Not truly siblings, for they had never spent any of their childhoods together long-term. Not parental, for their parents were very much present in their lives. Vangelis operated in a small field between the two. Detached in experience but loyal and close in blood. He was never entirely sure how much Asia saw him as Vangelis the brother and Vangelis the concept of her brother... Whether he was a painting in her mind or a true person. But she held him now as if he were real. She relied upon him as if he were real.
For now, these infrequent moments between his campaigns would have to be enough.
"I miss my family when I am away, sister mine, but it is necessary," he murmured quietly in her ear as she held him tight about the neck. "I have soldiers but soldiers must have a leader. And their leader must be a man they know. One they have served battle with before." He could just imagine the childlike mind that might suggest him working in rotation with other commanders, so he thought it might be wise to nip that excuse in the bud. "I fight so that monsters, like the ones in your dream, do not come to Colchis. Do not harm our people. If I stayed here, I could protect only you. By fighting there I protect everyone. Do you understand?"
Vangelis did not much like painting the enemy as a monster. There were no fictional beasts or mythological creatures to the North. They were simply men. Men who were hungry for land and value. A soldier who reduced his enemy to an unthinking beast was doomed to underestimate them and fall to them. But right now, speaking with a small girl, Vangelis knew not how else to word it. How else to make her understand the requirements that kept him so far away from home...
Vangelis held his sister close but not as tight as she. He was aware of his size and the way he might harm her if he used all of his strength. Instead, he held her close enough that he could feel her little chest move with each breath and dared not hold tighter. But she held on with all the force her little body could manage. He felt her desperation and her emotion through each of her limbs. It trembled in his ear as she whispered that she wished he wouldn't leave.
Vangelis patted his sister awkwardly on the back.
Their relationship was an odd one. Not truly siblings, for they had never spent any of their childhoods together long-term. Not parental, for their parents were very much present in their lives. Vangelis operated in a small field between the two. Detached in experience but loyal and close in blood. He was never entirely sure how much Asia saw him as Vangelis the brother and Vangelis the concept of her brother... Whether he was a painting in her mind or a true person. But she held him now as if he were real. She relied upon him as if he were real.
For now, these infrequent moments between his campaigns would have to be enough.
"I miss my family when I am away, sister mine, but it is necessary," he murmured quietly in her ear as she held him tight about the neck. "I have soldiers but soldiers must have a leader. And their leader must be a man they know. One they have served battle with before." He could just imagine the childlike mind that might suggest him working in rotation with other commanders, so he thought it might be wise to nip that excuse in the bud. "I fight so that monsters, like the ones in your dream, do not come to Colchis. Do not harm our people. If I stayed here, I could protect only you. By fighting there I protect everyone. Do you understand?"
Vangelis did not much like painting the enemy as a monster. There were no fictional beasts or mythological creatures to the North. They were simply men. Men who were hungry for land and value. A soldier who reduced his enemy to an unthinking beast was doomed to underestimate them and fall to them. But right now, speaking with a small girl, Vangelis knew not how else to word it. How else to make her understand the requirements that kept him so far away from home...
As Athanasia held on to her eldest brother, she leaned into his strength as he hugged her back. She could tell that it seemed like Vangelis was careful to not hurt her, and it comforted her to the point that the dreams were all but a distant memory now. Now, a new worry settled in that was mixed with her tiny anger and annoyance at how Vang always seemed to have to leave. It was enough to get Asia to agree to borrow the ring, but only if he stayed home.
As he patted her back, Athanasia could feel the worry slowly steep away as it finally passed. She listened as Vangelis tried to explain that he did miss them when he was away, even though it was necessary for him to do so. He explained how he had to lead the soldiers and protect Colchis from things like the man in her dreams, calling them monsters. She agreed with that idea. When Vang asked her if she understood, she could only nod her head as she rested her head upon his shoulder, "Do you think that I could help one day? To help fight them too?"
The adrenaline was gone, leaving her drained and sleepy as her brother's warm hug and pats soothed her. With a yawn Asia closed her eyes as her tiny fist clenched the ring against her, relaxing against Vangelis as his low voice rumbled like distant thunder, relaxing her further. Instinctively, she knew that she could not be in a safer place, short of being in the arms of her own father. She was safe with her brothers and they would always be there to keep her that way. In a voice that said that she was slowly falling asleep again, Athanasia smiled, "I want to be strong, like you, when I grow up."
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As Athanasia held on to her eldest brother, she leaned into his strength as he hugged her back. She could tell that it seemed like Vangelis was careful to not hurt her, and it comforted her to the point that the dreams were all but a distant memory now. Now, a new worry settled in that was mixed with her tiny anger and annoyance at how Vang always seemed to have to leave. It was enough to get Asia to agree to borrow the ring, but only if he stayed home.
As he patted her back, Athanasia could feel the worry slowly steep away as it finally passed. She listened as Vangelis tried to explain that he did miss them when he was away, even though it was necessary for him to do so. He explained how he had to lead the soldiers and protect Colchis from things like the man in her dreams, calling them monsters. She agreed with that idea. When Vang asked her if she understood, she could only nod her head as she rested her head upon his shoulder, "Do you think that I could help one day? To help fight them too?"
The adrenaline was gone, leaving her drained and sleepy as her brother's warm hug and pats soothed her. With a yawn Asia closed her eyes as her tiny fist clenched the ring against her, relaxing against Vangelis as his low voice rumbled like distant thunder, relaxing her further. Instinctively, she knew that she could not be in a safer place, short of being in the arms of her own father. She was safe with her brothers and they would always be there to keep her that way. In a voice that said that she was slowly falling asleep again, Athanasia smiled, "I want to be strong, like you, when I grow up."
As Athanasia held on to her eldest brother, she leaned into his strength as he hugged her back. She could tell that it seemed like Vangelis was careful to not hurt her, and it comforted her to the point that the dreams were all but a distant memory now. Now, a new worry settled in that was mixed with her tiny anger and annoyance at how Vang always seemed to have to leave. It was enough to get Asia to agree to borrow the ring, but only if he stayed home.
As he patted her back, Athanasia could feel the worry slowly steep away as it finally passed. She listened as Vangelis tried to explain that he did miss them when he was away, even though it was necessary for him to do so. He explained how he had to lead the soldiers and protect Colchis from things like the man in her dreams, calling them monsters. She agreed with that idea. When Vang asked her if she understood, she could only nod her head as she rested her head upon his shoulder, "Do you think that I could help one day? To help fight them too?"
The adrenaline was gone, leaving her drained and sleepy as her brother's warm hug and pats soothed her. With a yawn Asia closed her eyes as her tiny fist clenched the ring against her, relaxing against Vangelis as his low voice rumbled like distant thunder, relaxing her further. Instinctively, she knew that she could not be in a safer place, short of being in the arms of her own father. She was safe with her brothers and they would always be there to keep her that way. In a voice that said that she was slowly falling asleep again, Athanasia smiled, "I want to be strong, like you, when I grow up."
