And I'm hanging on to the words you say. You said that I will be OK. Who: Ares (ares_godofwar), Deimos (panicandfear) & Phobos (fearandpanic) What: They may be ancient, but they're just boys. Being in the same city as the centre of their universe and not going to see him is unthinkable. Where: Ares' penthouse, NYC When: Saturday/Sunday Warnings: Fear and Terror twins. Nothing bad, though.
Living alongside this shell that wore his brother's face and acted like a robot was wearing Deimos down. When they arrived in town, he thought that maybe it would shake Phobos out of whatever funk he was in but no such luck.
Just as he was ready to drag the blond's sorry ass back to the swamps, robot-boy spoke up.
"Let's go to dad." "Alright."
The boys arrived at their father's door empty-handed. Whatever they had with them when they made the trip to this city, had been left in some alley or empty building. They didn't need it anymore. Phobos still had the key and let them in.
Ares wasn't there.
"Should have called first," the dark twin said, glancing around curiously. He'd never been here before, or if he had, he didn't remember, but he didn't think he'd forget something like that.
"We can just wait." Shrugging out of his jacket, Phobos let it fall to the ground and climbed onto the couch. "Better than hanging out on the streets," he added, as he stretched out on his stomach, grabbing the cushion to rest his head on.
"Hey! I know that thing! We had it at the coffin-house! Why's it here?" "Uh, we kidnapped it for a while." "...why?" "I don't know." "Princess... when you say 'we', you mean 'you', right?" "Shuddup!"
Deimos gave his twin a blank stare. The things that boy did sometimes, and they all thought he was crazy. Leaving Phobos alone for the time being, he continued to explore this new palace of their father's. He liked it. Liked the faintly shimmering specks of blood on the bathroom tiles and the carpets, the snakes that hid in corners, the shadows that had claws but shrank away from the lamp with the glowing, viscous red blobs which reminded him of their not-father.
Were they friendly now? Probably not.
Eventually, the brunet stumbled across a treasure chest - more commonly known as the liquor cabinet - and made himself comfortable on the ground with a couple of bottles. Back to the couch on which Phobos had fallen asleep, he talked a bit to the lizards on the walls, even offered them a drink but apparently lizards weren't drinkers.
What did lizards do all day?
That and a few other very important questions buzzed around in his head for a while until he too fell asleep.
It had been a long time since either of them had looked this peaceful in their sleep and neither of them seemed in danger of being woken up by an accidental punch to the face or kick to the stomach.