away from Persephone,and punched him in the fac e― hard.
Thrown backwards by the unexpected and violent blow, Aidan’s body hit the ocean, sending water flying through the air in a high arc. He sank beneath the surface and reemerged, spluttering and shaking his head as though trying to shake off sleep.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Aidan demanded heatedly, charging toward and getting up in Aaron’s face, ready to retaliate by the looks of it.
“Uh-uh,” Aaron admonished, “you deserved that.”
“What for?” Aidan challenged, obviously poised on the verge of jumping him if he found his reason insufficient to warrant such a punch.
“For being a dick,” Aaron simply stated, not in the least inclined to answer in any other way.
He just didn’t feel like it.
Before he could even blink, Aidan landed a punch that had him flying through the air in the same way his brother had been moments before. This was going to be interesting, Aaron thought as he managed to pull his soaking wet body out of the water.
Ugh…I hope I hit him as hard. That hurt like a sonofabitch! Aaron reflected, rubbing the part of his jaw his brother’s fist had made contact with.
“If you two boys are quite finished mutilating each other, I would like to head to a Bed & Breakfast, if you don’t mind,” a voice suddenly interrupted Aaron’s thoughts.
“Oh, you’re talking now?” Aaron asked, somewhat dumbfounded. He hadn’t heard Persephone utter a single word since she’d turned dark. What was she playing at now?
“Yes, I’m talking,” Persephone said simply before turning her back on him and walking away, apparently not motivated to keep talking, though.
Aaron let it go. He didn’t need to know the reason for her sudden change in demeanor. What did it matter if she talked or not? Why should he care? It was all the same to him…he wouldn’t want to listen to a single word she had to say, anyway.
Glaring at his brother one last time for good measure, Aaron turned around and sauntered out of the water and onto the beach. Persephone and Aidan gathered the clothing they’d discarded, slipped back into it, and finally met up with him.
Coming to a halt beside him, Aidan shot him a haughty look, turned to Persephone and muttered something Aaron couldn’t hear. A second later, Persephone’s and Aidan’s clothing was completely dry…while Aaron stood there soaking wet, freezing, and waiting for a chance to get back at his brother.
If he didn’t know any better, Aaron would have said Aidan and he appeared to have developed a perfectly functional relationship as brothers, after all…continuouslyfighting an d trying to outsmart or get back at one another.
Albeit it wasn’t a mature brotherly relationship…more like the adolescent kind. But seeing as neither of them had ever known about the other’s existence before now, it seemed fitting they should start at the very beginning.
In a perhaps slightly screwed up way, Aaron found he rather enjoyed their fights, even if they ended up going at each other from time to time. It felt good to interact with his brother; and since Aaron didn’t really know how to act around Aidan, on some level it was easier to just react .
As for Persephone, Aaron didn’t know how to respond to her repeated betraya l― and to seeing how far she’d been about to go with Aidan. He felt angry, that was for sure. But should his anger be directed at her? Had she even known what she was doing…or was there nothing but Darkness left in her soul to govern her actions?
Had it been Persephone’s choice?
It had been Persephone’s choice, Aaron reminded himself.
It had been Persephone who had fallen in love with his brother when she was supposed to have feelings for him.
It had been Persephone who had sacrificed her soul to save Aidan’s life.
She had chosen to forfeit any future happiness they might have had together in doing so.
So, yes, his anger was directed at her.
She had
Thrown backwards by the unexpected and violent blow, Aidan’s body hit the ocean, sending water flying through the air in a high arc. He sank beneath the surface and reemerged, spluttering and shaking his head as though trying to shake off sleep.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Aidan demanded heatedly, charging toward and getting up in Aaron’s face, ready to retaliate by the looks of it.
“Uh-uh,” Aaron admonished, “you deserved that.”
“What for?” Aidan challenged, obviously poised on the verge of jumping him if he found his reason insufficient to warrant such a punch.
“For being a dick,” Aaron simply stated, not in the least inclined to answer in any other way.
He just didn’t feel like it.
Before he could even blink, Aidan landed a punch that had him flying through the air in the same way his brother had been moments before. This was going to be interesting, Aaron thought as he managed to pull his soaking wet body out of the water.
Ugh…I hope I hit him as hard. That hurt like a sonofabitch! Aaron reflected, rubbing the part of his jaw his brother’s fist had made contact with.
“If you two boys are quite finished mutilating each other, I would like to head to a Bed & Breakfast, if you don’t mind,” a voice suddenly interrupted Aaron’s thoughts.
“Oh, you’re talking now?” Aaron asked, somewhat dumbfounded. He hadn’t heard Persephone utter a single word since she’d turned dark. What was she playing at now?
“Yes, I’m talking,” Persephone said simply before turning her back on him and walking away, apparently not motivated to keep talking, though.
Aaron let it go. He didn’t need to know the reason for her sudden change in demeanor. What did it matter if she talked or not? Why should he care? It was all the same to him…he wouldn’t want to listen to a single word she had to say, anyway.
Glaring at his brother one last time for good measure, Aaron turned around and sauntered out of the water and onto the beach. Persephone and Aidan gathered the clothing they’d discarded, slipped back into it, and finally met up with him.
Coming to a halt beside him, Aidan shot him a haughty look, turned to Persephone and muttered something Aaron couldn’t hear. A second later, Persephone’s and Aidan’s clothing was completely dry…while Aaron stood there soaking wet, freezing, and waiting for a chance to get back at his brother.
If he didn’t know any better, Aaron would have said Aidan and he appeared to have developed a perfectly functional relationship as brothers, after all…continuouslyfighting an d trying to outsmart or get back at one another.
Albeit it wasn’t a mature brotherly relationship…more like the adolescent kind. But seeing as neither of them had ever known about the other’s existence before now, it seemed fitting they should start at the very beginning.
In a perhaps slightly screwed up way, Aaron found he rather enjoyed their fights, even if they ended up going at each other from time to time. It felt good to interact with his brother; and since Aaron didn’t really know how to act around Aidan, on some level it was easier to just react .
As for Persephone, Aaron didn’t know how to respond to her repeated betraya l― and to seeing how far she’d been about to go with Aidan. He felt angry, that was for sure. But should his anger be directed at her? Had she even known what she was doing…or was there nothing but Darkness left in her soul to govern her actions?
Had it been Persephone’s choice?
It had been Persephone’s choice, Aaron reminded himself.
It had been Persephone who had fallen in love with his brother when she was supposed to have feelings for him.
It had been Persephone who had sacrificed her soul to save Aidan’s life.
She had chosen to forfeit any future happiness they might have had together in doing so.
So, yes, his anger was directed at her.
She had
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