wrathed

* ⠀⠀cb cause i’m trying to keep myself awake

thunderist

you should probably stop ignoring your mother. she’s worried about you. 

wrathed

* ⠀ ⠀@thunderist
            so the only reason you’ve reached to me is cause mother’s been nagging you? you deserve it! i hope it gets even worse for you! 
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thunderist

only reason i’m telling you is because she won’t stop nagging / me / about it. you know she only wants what’s best for you and so do i, believe it or not. 
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wrathed

* ⠀⠀@thunderist
            what’s this? you’re playing ‘father’ now? mind your bussiness. 
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thunderist

i’m not in the mood for sparring today, ares. 

wrathed

* ⠀ ⠀@thunderist
            dodge this. [ ares, god of war, reowned for his sheer brutality in the battlefield, as well as his bravery, courageously casts his spear forthwith at his god of father. the strength he used to plunge the weapon was enough to kick up the dust, scraps of albeta marble launching alongside the weapon. however, if the spear did REACH & INJURED THE god was unclear to ares because, for one, he couldn’t see anything through the cloud of dust. he petrifies on his spot, cletching onto his shield in case he has to counterattack. ] 
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thunderist

* zeus was quick to anger and quite arrogant. he always has been, since he claimed his throne. many feared and bowed to him and he loved all the attention and glory. so it was surprising that zeus chose the peaceful route at first. perhaps he still had somewhat of a soft spot for his son. reluctantly, he stepped out into the open, standing closer to his son as his famed weapon, the lightning bolt, materialized into his hand *  i may be an old hag but i can still beat your ass. you can back out now like a pussy or we can do this… no holding back. 
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wrathed

* ⠀⠀@thunderist
            are you trying to amuse me right now, old hag? [ ares inquires on a contemptuous tone. this built-up anger that has been steadily eating him inside out, finally devoured his whole. somehow, to escape this anger’s jaws, he knew he needed to humiliate his father just as how he’s been humiliated in the past .. ] you’re talking too much, you manwhore. pick up your weapon. [ ares insists, his senses being driven by his emotions rather than reasoning at this point. ] 
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wrathed

* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@efight
          maybe a little . you ought to admit .. he owns / this / place ? that man is no longer simply ‘fierce’, he’s deadly . that’s unexpected .. considering how you get none of that ‘daddy’s princess’ treatment .