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Antigone Grace Winchester - Princess of Troy (antigone_grace) wrote in utr_logs,

Alex smiled back at him, then turned her gaze on her father. She was with Aidan: it was so odd seeing her parents together here, but she wasn't going to knock it. The other thing that was odd? Her father, at the age he was, being as protective as he was. After all, Mom pretty much looked the same, always, but Dad? It was just weird.

It was Antigone whose eyebrows went up as she looked at Kitt. Not out of jealousy or anything wacky like that, but because he seemed to be picking his women rather... quickly. After all, it wasn't that long ago that he was swearing his love for that mortal girl... even with the seven year difference. Still, she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt if her daughter was. She, herself, had made some dumb mistakes in her younger days. Of course, she'd threaten Kitt in her own time. "I hope that you do. Make her happy." Or maybe a little threat now. "You know what I mean."

Another sip of her wine.

"Mom!" Alexandra was not amused.