Hadie, son of Hades (alittledark) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2019-05-22 17:57:00 |
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It normally took a lot for Hadie to feel adrift, but landing in this peculiar adventure had left him feeling like a character in the stories of his childhood. Pain and Panic spun tales that were outlandishly entertaining. Now, well, now the son of Hades found himself experiencing such a tale. He was not entirely sure what to do with himself. He knew others from the Isle seemed to be thriving and he was happy for them. He just didn't know his place. There was no Underworld for him to inherit here. There wasn't some ruling monarchy that had wrongfully imprisoned children. There were no causes for him to deal with. Hadie was truly and utterly free of his old shackles and he found it left a distasteful feeling in his mouth. The freedom was intoxicating at times, but he wasn't done on the Isle. He had things he still had to do. Instead of helping kids he found himself knocking on the door of his sister's place. Sister. At least he had family here, even if they didn't seem keen on their old man. Hades, while often caught in his mind, wasn't a bad father. Just absent. That wasn't what he was going to worry about at the moment. No, he was going to focus on Dagny. As the young prince of death waited for his sister to answer the door he ran his teeth over his lip ring. Goth was a strange word and he didn't realize he was already pretty much embodying the word already with his style. If he had been aware of it, well, this would be a short lesson. |