Prometheus's wings ruffled a little in offence at being called a 'fucktoy', but otherwise he was...
He was confused.
The conversation was flowing a bit too fast, and it was clear he was a little lost as his head swung from Hades to Lahabrea as they spoke. Elidibus wanting to speak to him was nothing new, he always had something to scold him for, but, what was with Hades's sudden defensiveness? Was Elidibus really angry with him for some reason? That was the only time Hades really played interference between them...
That niggling feeling of something 'not right' was creeping back.
"'His place'?" Prometheus repeated, his tone clearly uncertain, "Why would we go to Elidibus's home to talk to him? He normally lectures us in the Convocation Hall..." In fact, Prometheus was certain he'd never visited Elidibus's home once in all the time he'd known him!
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He was confused.
The conversation was flowing a bit too fast, and it was clear he was a little lost as his head swung from Hades to Lahabrea as they spoke. Elidibus wanting to speak to him was nothing new, he always had something to scold him for, but, what was with Hades's sudden defensiveness? Was Elidibus really angry with him for some reason? That was the only time Hades really played interference between them...
That niggling feeling of something 'not right' was creeping back.
"'His place'?" Prometheus repeated, his tone clearly uncertain, "Why would we go to Elidibus's home to talk to him? He normally lectures us in the Convocation Hall..." In fact, Prometheus was certain he'd never visited Elidibus's home once in all the time he'd known him!