prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11

[ICARUS]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Sephiroth's answers to him don't quite make sense. The boy continues to hesitate about the drink, glancing around for anyone else to reach for the drink. Perhaps it's a good thing he doesn't drink it, with how the rest of the meeting goes. He listens in silence about aspects and ignis and being displeased. More words that he doesn't understand and feelings that sort of glance over him like a ricocheting bullet. There's still a bit of a sting, but it's more than that. A crumpled ball of paper, a break that will never heal right. On some level, the tiger cub knows that something is wrong. He turns to watch the other lion amble closer with saucer-like brown eyes. He'd never thought about god before, had certainly never learned to fear something he couldn't see. Had never learned fear, really. But he's starting to fear something, now.

It only takes a moment for him to realize that his fear is justified. The unease that sank deeper and deeper into his chest erupted into panic at the sudden gush of red flowing down the lion's throat. Percy's wings flare out violently, the breakable edges snapping into the people next to him as he takes a step backwards with a sharp cry. There are teeth in his scruff again, and although the boy temporarily panics, he recognizes the large set of fangs framing his neck and stills. His chest heaves when he's set down, wings still held out and head tipped back to stare at Jailbird. He doesn't try to look around the much larger cat. He doesn't want to see. "Jay —" The sentence cuts off as he turns around, and then the tiger cub does the same. Perseus leaves without a glance backwards, which is probably a good thing with what happens next.

The world just got a lot more complicated.