Clearly Hades wasn’t helping, and Jane couldn’t decide if she wanted to chuck her shoe at the centipede or at him. Her priority of making sure the centipede never saw daylight again was clear, though, and the shoe went in the direction of the centipede once more. Once Hades started talking, Jane heard him say something she wish she hadn’t. The simple idea of that disgusting creature crawling on her, let alone inside of her, made her cringe as she started shaking her body like there were ants all over her. “WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?! I WILL LITERALLY VOMIT ALL OVER YOU, OH MY GOD.” The minute that centipede was gone, she was going to find something to throw at Hades. She watched as he bent to let the centipede crawl on his hands, and she yelped. “EW ARE YOU INSANE? WHY WOULD YOU WANT THAT THING IN YOUR HANDS, OH MY GOD, NO, EW.” Jane didn’t care if her scream was loud, in her mind this was a life or death situation that needed to be dealt with by the FBI.
“THIS IS NOT FUNNY, HADES. I SWEAR IF YOU DO NOT TAKE CARE OF THAT MONSTER I WILL CRY.” While Hades took care of the bug, Jane hopped over onto the opposite couch and watched in fear, jumping up and down until it was out the window and the window was shut. Without answering, Jane carefully stepped onto the ground and walked over to the window before screaming once more. “HADES, IT’S RIGHT ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE WINDOW, I’M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO SLEEP KNOWING THAT THING IS ALIVE!”
It was getting harder to not just fall to the ground and watch her scream some more as he laughed his ass off over it all. She was being hysterical over it and he couldn’t help but tease her about the fear she was feeling because that was just the way he was. Of course he could have been truly evil and picked up the bug to then place it beside her but he had decided that would be too mean at the moment. Besides, he didn’t want Steele to come up to him later and make a big fuss out of it. “I said it cause it’s true. It can happen but you should be thank me later since I am getting rid of it.” Hades stopped his movements for a moment to look up at Jane as he furrowed his brows. “Also don’t you dare vomit on me,” he said strictly. He definitely did not want any fluids on him at all and would like to keep it that way. When he finally managed to pick up the bug with the paper towel, he rolled his eyes at her shouting and turned to face her. “I’m not holding it with my hand. I’m holding it by the paper. Calm down.” Her screaming was growing louder and he was pretty sure he would be deaf after this little scenario if she continued on.
He wanted to tell her that if she kept telling him what to do then he’d just put the bug back down and leave. However he wanted to get everything over with so he chose to ignore her and place the tiny bug outside. After closing the window he heard the sound of her approaching and gestured to the window with a grin only to arch a brow when she began to scream once more. Hades sighed as he gave her a glare. “Jane! The thing is outside and it won’t be able to come in unless your window is busted or something! Besides, there are tons of him out in the forest so he will find his way back,” he stated. Hades could not believe Jane was this hysterical over a bug.
Seeing Iris at their door was plenty unexpected but as soon as she got past her own nerves, she wondered how Hades felt about the sudden visit. She knew of how the older woman was treated at home and the possible risk of making the trip from Vegas. And she knew how much that pained Hades to know that his mother was in a world he couldn’t pull her out of. Finally managing to find her voice again, she made a small sweeping gesture with her hand, “Come in.” Once Iris had moved further into the apartment, Trish caught Hades’ eye – silently praying he wouldn’t tease her for the awkward welcome, but also knowing he definitely would later. It wasn’t often that her nerves took hold of her, actually it was a very rare occurrence, and of course he would pick up on it. Taking her seat next to Hades, diagonally from Iris, she let the two start the conversation – choosing instead to act as an observer for the time being. She had no clue where this would go, so it seemed like the best course of action. Staying quiet meant it was easier to suppress her urge to roll her eyes at the mention of how the ‘brothers didn’t get along.’ That was probably the biggest understatement she had heard in some time. Her train of thought was broken as Iris’ attention turned to her, and much to her surprise, with a compliment.
A weight seemed to lift from her chest as she let her eyes drift over to the older woman’s, carefully studying her for a moment to see if she could see any dishonesty reflected. She didn’t think Iris was a horrible person, actually she knew that she wasn’t – but it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be wary. And her wariness was unneeded as she saw nothing but truth in tired eyes. She smiled over at Hades at his reassuring squeeze of her hand, her nerves finally easing off of her shoulders and leaving her with her usual grace. If Trish could offer Iris anything – offer one less thing for her to worry about, it would be to keep her son happy and that’s what she intended to continue doing. Biting the inside of her cheek, she kept from voicing her actual opinion of Zeus. The three of them were anything but conventional, sitting there and discussing their unique situation. But there was one thing Trish had learned; it was that conventional was boring. She didn’t like convention and that was abundantly clear for those who knew her. “Don’t apologize, it wasn’t your fault,” she spoke, squeezing Hades’ hand lightly, “and as for us, I’d say we’re pretty happy too.” She turned slightly to face Hades, smiling warmly at him before turning back to Iris, “Would you like something to eat? Or maybe just coffee?” If Hades wanted to spend some time with his mother alone, Trish would gladly leave them be, but she was also prepared to be right by his side if that’s what he wanted.
Hades had a lot on his mind as he watched his mother sit across from him at the table. Even this was something he barely got to do when he was living with her in Vegas. Mostly he ate out or he took his food to the room so he didn’t have to deal with his dad or brother so this was already something he had never seen occurring in his life. He was happy for the fact of seeing his mom but he was also thinking of how his father was going to take this. On how he was going to lose it if he found out she was here and not at home to do his bidding. Iris was wearing jeans and a long shirt which made his brows furrow slightly in anger. He knew it was to cover marks that were probably still fresh from a beating he told her that she ‘deserved’. Instead of letting that old topic come to the open, especially in front of Trish, he chose to act oblivious to it all. Iris smiled over at Trish and nodded slightly. “I’d like some coffee. The bus ride here isn’t very comfortable.” The teen turned to his fiance and placed a kiss on her cheek as she made her way to the kitchen before turning to his mother. “Y’know he threatened to beat most of the girls here at the school because of the way dad taught him to be,” he murmured. Honestly he didn’t want to continue with this conversation but he thought she should at least know that his dad was not that great as she might see him as. Her eyes glanced away from her son for a second before he shook his head and extended out his hand to her. “Mom, you know I just want the best for you. I love you and I miss you.” That made her smile a bit as they then began to talk about the wedding itself before leaping to how he felt for Trish. Not too long after he smiled up at Trish who made a reappearance with the coffee. He stood up and left them for a moment so he could use the bathroom.
Iris brushed a hand through her hair and took a small sip of her coffee only to let out a small audible sound of approval. Like mother like son when it came to food. “Tastes amazing, Trish.” Her blue eyes veered up to where the woman sat as she let a warm smile cross her features. To think that this would be her daughter-in-law was a strange feeling but a good one nonetheless. She just hadn’t really imagined Hades to be the type to settle down but he had proved her wrong just like he did with everything else. He had proved that he wasn’t going to end up like Zeus who was following in his father’s footsteps and that made her so proud. Sometimes she wished she had his strength to just fight back and leave but she wasn’t like that. At least she didn’t think so. “I’m sure others disapprove of you two being together but I don’t. I think love is beautiful and shouldn’t be limited to a box that society wants it to stay in. So, I am truly happy at the way you make him feel,” she said, tears slightly filling her eyes. Maybe it was the thought of her son not being her little boy anymore or it was just the fact that he was so alive now. “He wasn’t like that before. Girls never made a mark on his life and even though he was content with his life, he wasn’t like-” she gestures to the seat next to Trish, “-that.” To see him so happy made her feel less of a screw up in her life though she knew it wasn’t her doing. It just made her relieved that he wasn’t angry all the time and wanting to destroy everything in his path. Iris reached out and grasped one of Trish’s hand with her own and locked her blues to her browns. “Thank you.”
There were very few people important in her life. It took a lot to gain that respect. It was a trait. Good or bad it was a trait. The thought of being alone wasn’t the problem. Being alone was relaxing; of course it had its poor qualities but those could be overcome. Vitani was never really alone. The ability to go find company was easy. Switch on the friendly face and have some mindless conversation would fix it. This was much deeper then that. The list was short. It consisted of 4. Simple number such as 4. Only takes four seconds to reach it when counting. If using your fingers it only sits on one hand. In most cases that was the number of people in a family. 4. Simple. 1,2,3,4. To rearrange the numbers in any pattern you could always remember then. Thats how small it really is. Aware that most people have 5+ on their important list; not even including family…it still didn’t change the fact that her list only contained four.
Each number was something different. Story was always different. Place and time in life was all different. Number one slot was filled by the only person worthy of that spot. Vitani almost cringed just thinking about it. Not for bad reasons either. Just for who holds the position. Her father. No one in her life would ever be as important as that man. Following down to number 2 the spot it was filled by the only friend she has ever had Shani. 8 years together and still the only friend to mean anything more then a familiar acquaintance. The third spot is nothing more then a sore on her conscious. But it was something that shaped her and it was nothing she could ever get rid of. Robin. The last and final spot was the freshest position and that was to Facilier. Each spot of the four was something that could never leave her. Each their own reasons. Each something that scared her.
Vitani had found herself under the big tree just yards from the dorm building. Being in public with this on her mind was not something she wanted to do. Sitting in her room and hiding wasnt going to help her either. IT was slowly killing her. Everything was killing her at this point. Looking up she reached onto her tippy toes and grabbed a hold on the lowest branch and climbed into the tree. Not high just off the ground. Out of plain eyesight. “Fine.” Was all she had to say to herself.
Never not able to think about what has happened in the past 2 and a half years; Vitani couldnt help but shake. It was subtle. But she noticed it. Whenever she was alone with her thoughts. Losing those four people would be the worst thing in her life and it was happening. Her biggest fear was right in front of her. Her father was gone. There was nothing she could do about it. Nothing would bring him back. All she had was the fading memories and the things he had taught her. And even now that was slipping away. Maybe she failed him. That was a completely different fear. Did she get herself too involved with other people. That was an endless battle.
The only thing should could grasp onto now were people. Where were they now? Shani was across the country. Was she easy to contact; no. Was she still there for her; yes. Was it distant; yes. Could Vitani blame anyone for it? No. Was she going to. Maybe. The phone works both way. Maybe that was something that happens when growing up. Strike two. Two people out of the four gone. The next was so far gone it was sickening. Vitani ruined that on her own. Chased him away with her demeanor and her actions. The only reason why it was important was because he was important. Strike 3. You would think after third try she would be able to figure it out. Some people go by accident. They leave without any warning and there is nothing you can do to stop it or change it. Some people leave because paths drift. Some people leave because you push them away. Vitani should’ve learned.
Letting all her walls down she finally thought she had everything figured out. This person appears. Everything fits. There is not forced attachment. It flowed. It was something she couldnt fix or change. Vitani let all these thoughts flow through her mind. Biting at her bottom lip she couldnt stop the tears from slowly pouring down her cheeks. Just the thought of this was hurting her. The fact that it happened. The fact that she let herself get into this position. The fact that she is letting it affect her in such a way. Probably the fact that she will probably never let this affect her. He chose to leave. Facilier was there. Kept coming back. Till he just left. No qualms with it either. Simple. Easy. Stand up and left. Vitani couldnt keep herself contained anymore.
Sitting with her legs hanging off the branch she pulled them up to her chest and let her back lean against the trunk. The tears were pouring uncontrollably now. There was no hiding that she was crying anymore. Everyone leaves. There is no sense in even forming anything. Something will make them leave. They will die. They will grow up. The will be pushed. Or then will just go. They will just go like its nothing.
Vitani wasnt scared of being alone. It was being alone without them. It was the fear of it happening again. Vitani was lost, broken, and scared.
A life before Disney Prep had been harsh and it had shaped him to be tough on others. Truthful with his words no matter how much it hurt and he knew when to be sarcastic to keep others away. The time spent in DP had changed him in a way that he had never expected to happen. Friends was always out of the question for him back in Las Vegas because who would want someone who could easily back stab them? Someone who knew they meant a lot to you before they left? Hell even his own family had been the worst kind of people and he still hated them so why would he want people who weren’t even blood related around him. Yet, being here made him realize that not everyone was as much of a douche as the people in Vegas. There were people here that surprisingly he actually ended up liking and someone more specific that he ended up falling in love with. There was still that rough, bad boy, Hades but he just learned how to open up a bit after the years.
He was making his way to the gym after the dull classes he had attented with a bag strapped over one shoulder. The bag was filled with things he needed to train and some extra drinks in case he lost track of time while working out. The teen was actually in a pretty good mood today until he caught a glimpse of something not too far on his right side. A girl just sat on a branch in the tree but that wasn’t what exactly caught his eyes. It was the fact that she was in tears in clear daylight as if she could care less who saw her at this time. Usually he’d just walk away but his curiosity got the best of him as he took a few steps forward to see that it wasn’t just any girl. The girl crying in the tree was Vitani, who he had only met once before when he first got here. They hadn’t gotten into any real conversation but he always heard what others had to say about her. Hades rolled his eyes at how people loved to talk about anything and everything that went on at the school. Though from what he had heard, she wasn’t the type to act kindly and so he could have just left her crying on the tree to deal with whatever issue she had. Instead, he dug into his bag and took out a bottle of water he had and extended it out. “Hey, take this. Just in case you get thirsty up there,” he said.
Didn’t matter if she gave him a witty response in return because honestly he wouldn’t care. His blue eyes watched her as he waited to see if she’d take it or not. This was him wanting to do this and if she just swatted it away as whatever then he’d just shrug and walk away.
In her eyes, this centipede was anything but small. In fact, it was huge, gigantic, and had disgusting written all over it. Jane refused to relax as she kept active hopping from one foot to the other, repeating the word “ew” over and over again. That was really all she could muster as she was too overcome with fear and disgust. “IT’S SO GROSS, I CAN’T DO THIS, I’M TRAPPED!” Her brow was furrowed as she took off her shoe and chucked it at the bug, missing completely as the girl had no sense of aim whatsoever. From the corner of her eye, she could make out the figure of someone standing in the doorway, clearly amused. She didn’t want to pull her attention away from the bugs whereabouts, but she was curious to see who exactly was getting entertainment from this. Finally, the person spoke, and the familiar voice eased her curiosity regarding who it was as she went back to focusing on the bug.
“THAT. I’M GOING ON ABOUT THAT THING!” She screamed, pointing at the centipede as it crawled along the carpet. Hades walked closer, and Jane continued jumping on the couch. “Ew, ew, EW, KILL IT!” Starting the clap her hands due to the anxiety, Jane could feel herself going crazy with this bug. “No shit I’m freaking out about this! Pardon my language but do you see that thing? It has A MILLION LEGS!” Jane took off her other shoe and threw it, missing the bug once more. “Hades seriously, kill it kill it kill it. I HATE CENTIPEDES!” The bug suddenly then scurried under the couch and Jane shrieked, hopping over so she was now standing on the coffee table.
The boy didn’t know whether to fall to the ground and start to laugh at how funny all this seemed or to actually be a good guy and help her out. Then again he got a great idea of being completely awful with her but decided that would go horrible with someone who just had a baby. Whenever she spoke about the bug he could not help but laugh as she was going insane with the centipede that was leisurely making it’s way around on the carpet. His eyes watched as she chucked a shoe and missed completely while shaking his head at the need to kill the tiny thing. He then began to wonder how Trish would deal with a bug if it was in the apartment before glancing back up at Jane. “I’m not going to kill it. I’m going to let it live so it can find its’ way into your body to lay its’ eggs. Sounds cool, right?” he laughed. Of course he was just kidding about the second part of that all but he wasn’t going to kill it either. Instead he was going to pick it up and place it outside where it was meant to be. As he extended out his hands to pick the centipede up, it decided to hide itself under the couch which made Jane react in a way he should have seen coming but didn’t.
Hades stood up just in time to see her leap from the sofa to the table nearby and he rolled his eyes in a playful manner. “You are making me not want to pick that thing up and get rid of it for you. This is too funny to see.” He grinned over at her before moving to the couch so he could shift back enough to see where the bug had run off to. Good thing it didn’t get too far under the sofa as the teen grabbed a piece of towel paper and placed it before the small bug so it could climb on top. Once the centipede was on the sheet of paper towel, Hades strolled over to the window and opened it up so he could encourage the bug to climb on to the small ledge outside. After he closed the window and turned back to Jane with a small smirk. “Is that better?”
By the time she felt the protective embrace wrap around her, she had already filtered through the small amount of fear that plagued her mind to cause a rude wakening. Trish leaned fully into his hold immediately, relaxing against him and taking a deep, calming breath. She stayed there for a moment, relishing in the comfort and the silent communication of support before turning in his arms. Kissing him softly on the lips – a kiss she usually would give him when they were still in bed - she pulled back and smiled, “Pancakes sound great.” One of the countless reasons she loved him was that he could tell exactly where her mind was without even having to say a word. They didn’t need a long conversation or even the smallest of sentence fragments to understand one another. Finally stepping away from him, she leaned against the counter with her freshly brewed cup of coffee and watched him make breakfast, a soft smile lingering across her lips. “You’re incredibly sexy when you cook for me, you know,” she smirked, enjoying the easy morning they’d created for themselves after a night that was very much the opposite.
At the sound of knocking at the door, she glanced over at the clock with confusion. It wasn’t horribly early, but it was still earlier than anyone they knew to be making a house call. Trish couldn’t help but be a little concerned; knowing that calls in the dead of the night and early visits could mean something bad. She wasn’t predicting something to go wrong, but she certainly was prepared if that’s what it was. Standing from the table once Hades got to the door, she moved to see who it was only to freeze at the word ‘mom.’ Her heart seemed to stop fully for a full minute as she gathered her wits. Unexpected, unprepared, and wholly uncertain were just a few of the things Trish was feeling. Running her hand through her hair, she attempted to do what she could to look as if she hadn’t just woken up. Parents weren’t her strong suit. She’d gone so many years without worrying about her own, and she was quite content with that fact. For some reason, though he talked highly of her all the time, Trish never thought of the moment she’d actually meet the woman that brought her fiancé into the world. She felt as if something was gripping her esophagus, for what seemed like the first time in her life she was ridiculously nervous. She couldn’t get a word out, unsure of what Iris’ motivations were and what she’d have to say to Hades about their relationship. All she could manage was a light wave and a smile that she hoped looked welcoming.
Between them everything was easy when it came down to it. They just got along very well and it helped that they thought in the same way about almost everything. At moments like these, not much talking was needed as the silent comfort was all that was necessary. He kissed her in return when she turned towards him and he knew it was time to go back to their normal lives. The life that was normal to them but crazy for others, the one that they enjoyed the most after all. As he made the pancakes he threw a small grin at her and winked before turning back around to not mess anything up. “Good to know,” he replied. The morning being easier to deal with then the night they had gone through and he was glad for it.
It was pretty early for the normal visitors they would sometimes get and it even alarmed Cerberus whose ears perked up at the sound. Hades didn’t think much of it though as he was opening the door to see the visitor that laid beyond. However, to see that it was his mom was a clear shocker as she stood there in clothes she presumed would be presentable to be seen in while making the trip over to New Hampshire. His blue orbs had widened ever so slightly at the unexpected visit but mostly his mind went to how did she manage to leave without his dad freaking the hell out. From the corner of his eyes he could catch the small actions his own fiance was doing and he knew that she had been sort of nervous over meeting his mother before when they talked about it. The wave and smile of Trish was a bit strange for him when it came from her but he found it a bit adorable at the same time. Iris stood before the both of them and after the small greeting she smiled slightly wider. “Hello.” The simple greeting was all she managed as Hades then gestured for her to sit down at the chairs on the table so they could all three talk much easier. He was wondering just what his brother had told her but managed to keep that curiosity to himself as he sat down beside Trish. His mom placed her hands on her lap and let out a small breath as she looked up at the both of them. “Well I’m sorry your brother caused you trouble as he came back beaten up. You two have never gotten along very well.” She let her eyes go over to where Trish sat beside Hades and then back to her son. “She is really pretty, Hades. You always had a good taste in women,” she said.
He grinned a bit at that as he grasped her hand in his and tightened the grip for a second. Seemed his mom just wanted to be happy about what was going on in his life and that meant a lot to him. “I’m engaged to her just in case, Zeus didn’t tell you that but yes, he caused some trouble around with my friends and Trish. I’m not sorry about messing him up however.” Iris nodded in understanding before looking back at the raven haired woman. “I’m sorry but I am happy for the both of you.”
The club was far from empty
It was crowded at the entry (Woo!)
I slide right through like how I do
This girl began to tempt me (Uh-huh!)
She said her name Shayeeda
I could tell her mama feed her (Yeah!)
When they tight and thick them jeans don’t fit
I’m L, nice to meet ya (Uh-oh!)
I could feel my body yearning
The room just started turning
Didn’t want to go out on the floor
But this girl was so determined
My brain began to sizzle
I’m sweatin’ just a little
On the dance floor in the middle
She turned around and giggled
You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make me leave my man
It’s hard to control myself (Aww!)
It’s hard to control myself
You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad (Be bad)
It’s hard to control myself
It’s hard to control myself
It’s hard for me to control myself (Me too)
And to hold myself back from jumpin’ on ya
Like I wanna, like I wanna, wanna
It wasn’t long after she spoke her words that she fully settled against him and drifted into a dreamless sleep. Her mind was at least nice enough to not plague her with any sort of nightmarish images and let her sleep the night away in her fiancé’s warm embrace. The sound of glass hitting hardwood caused her to tense and jolted her awake. Her hand flew to her mouth and the only reason she didn’t immediately panic was because she heard the all too familiar sound of Sasha running from the scene of the crime. Grumbling inwardly, she pulled herself from the bed and went to investigate what she’d find to be a fallen glass from the kitchen counter. Her eyes slowly scanned the room, landing on the hiding cat and she sighed. There was no denying that for a split second, she had thought that the noise was something more sinister than Sasha attempting to climb where she shouldn’t. She wasn’t about to voice that fact, but it floated in the deep of her mind. Now she was just content with moving forward, keeping up with the calm they worked so hard to create the night before. The morning light was already streaming through the windows of the living room; she saw no sense in going back to bed since she had already been awakened so thoroughly. Instead, she moved to clean the glass up and then start the coffee brewing. This day was for very strong coffee, with just a hint of baileys. Getting lost in her thoughts, she leaned her hip against the counter – staring at nothing in particular as the coffee scent started to permeate the air around her.
The calm atmosphere helped greatly in lolling them to sleep and soon they were both off in their dream world. He didn’t have any dreams as he usually had and it was hard for Hades to have nightmares so thankfully he had a soothing sleep. No images of his brother or father entering his dream world was just a sign of good luck for him after what had happened. There was nothing to keep him from resting beside his fiance for the night as he eased the memories of the day away. A sudden shift on the bed was what woke his mind slightly awake as he then felt the warmth that came with them being together slowly disappear. She was awake already but he was still having a hard time even opening his eyes but after a few more seconds he forced them open and sat upright in bed. His hands instantly, leisurely, moving to wipe the sleep that still stuck there before getting off the giant bed to see where she had gone to. It wasn’t like her to just wake up that way and he knew something was wrong even though she probably wouldn’t admit to it. As he strolled out of the room he saw Cerberus laying against the couch but his eyes were trained on the kitchen and when he turned to see, there she was. However, she seemed lost in time so he didn’t say anything out loud as to knock her out of her train of thinking. Instead he ventured around to be in back of her and tangled his arms around her while laying a small kiss on the side of her neck. The small gesture was enough, at least he hoped so as he smiled lightly to say, “How does some pancakes sound?” He took out the materials to make the batter and began to stir before frying up some for the both of them.
They were in the middle of eating their nice breakfast when the sound of someone knocking on the door intruded on their moment together. Hades sighed as he stood up and opened the door only to freeze on the spot as he took in the sight of the person before him. Long brown hair, blue eyes, and the lightest bruise marks that tainted her skin. “Mom?” Iris nodded her head ever so lightly and forced a smile on to her face as she glanced around the apartment from the outside. “Your brother told me what happened and I just wanted to talk.” His own blue eyes wandered over to Trish as he for the first time felt slightly lost in what to do for a split second. Hades stepped aside and gestured for her to come in before turning to his Goddess. “Mom this is Trish. Trish this is my mom, Iris.” The teen swallowed glancing before both women as he wasn’t very much use to all of this.