WHO Marcella Bellini, The Sheriff WHEN Thursday night WHERE Malcolm’s apartment WHAT the undead rise again WARNINGS tba
Marcella lay in Malcolm’s bed, turning the pendant over and over in her fingers. So Ares was her father, unloved son of Olympus, bloodthirsty god of war, violence and danger personified. And her mother was just… her mother.
Both Celeste and Marco had left messages for her since she'd hung up on her mother. Celeste in tears, apologizing. Marco, more sober, gruff, telling her he'd always thought of her as his, that she should talk to her mother. Marcella didn't ignore them, but she wasn't ready to talk yet. Not until she'd decided what to do about Ares.
Athena had given good advice, and Much had given her an address. She didn’t know how to call Ares into a public place. Maybe she would have to go to this gym, and hope for the best, despite the warning, and just get out as quickly as she could if things went south.
What was she thinking? The man was her father. He had to have some sort of paternal feeling, right? She’d read his Wiki page, and yeah he had a lot of children, but he was known for defending (or avenging) some of them. He might have kicked her mother out as soon as he knew she was pregnant, but…
Be sensible, Marcie, she told herself. Don’t get your expectations too high. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. He’s not going to drop everything and be a dad. But maybe, he might be happy to find out about her.
She fell asleep like that, half propped up against the pillows in the middle of the bed, the pendant in her hand, and dreamed about finally coming home.