The closer the male got to him, the stronger the aura he felt. This person could be another demigod, he thought. Although he was relieved to find out he wasn’t the only demigod in this world, Raio was cautious about this particular person. For some reason, he could feel there could be a similarity between them, in terms of abilities. But he quickly dismissed the idea of the other being the henchmen of his father, Seth, the Egyptian God of Chaos. This aura he felt was slightly different as compared to his father or his henchmen.
Raio leaned his head back a little bit when the other looked at him with his violet irises, blinking his eyes in confusion. “Um, okay? I was just…asking, that’s all.” Raio took one step back and stood straight, his right hand scratching the back of his head. When commented about his hoodie, the demigod’s eyes looked down at it and dusted it, before his eyes gazed at the male in front of him. “This hoodie I’m wearing is given by the school I’m in. It’s pretty comfortable, and it’s pretty cold in the evening now, so yeah. Oh, and I didn’t have anything to wear since I was in a rush for training today.” He added, wondering if it was even relevant to say that while the other male pondered.
But that is where Raio’s attention quickly turned to the male before him, eyes opened wide in astonishment. So he was right all along. This guy is indeed what he expected to be; a demigod.
“The scent of a demigod around? Oh, I got that too when you appeared, really.” Raio admitted, a faint smile curved on his lips. But his lips turned straight when the other asked about what he was after, leaving Raio with a quizzical look on his face. “Wait what’d you mean by that?” He asked him, sounding confused by that question. “Because you kinda got me lost there, dude.”
his curious gaze turns to one of unamusement, and impatience. the daylight literally hangs from a string, and still he stands here, when he knows he should confine himself inside of his apartment. one arm folds over the other and his head tilts, body communicating well enough his dissatisfaction with the taller male’s reply.
” don’t play stupid. you’re a god–or a demigod. you were put here for a reason. all of us were. “ his voice falls slightly quieter as a woman passes by, the streets becoming less occupied, as all the daytime shops in th area are shutting down for the night.
” that being said, you have a father, or a mother, that let you go–or that you broke free from. when the gods fuck up and have children on earth, they try to cover it up. i’m not dumb. “
pitch’s eyes narrow so much it may come as a surprise that he can still see out of them.
” i’m not all that curious about you, i just don’t want you to get in my way. all hell’s gonna break loose if we collide and we’re opposing forces, you got that? so i’m gonna ask you again, what are you after?“
his tone could use a fix, but it’s not purely agitation that makes him speak like this–it's fear. fear that something terrible will happen, fear that his inescapable fate has finally caught up to him.
