oblivion [druig]

3

BABYLON 575 BC

AURORA

"Phastos, did you go to the party as I told you to?" I hear Ajak's voice before I see her.

She rounds the corner into the room where Phastos, Druig, and I are.

I bite back laughter, looking at Phastos to see what he will respond.

He looks away from his design, pursing his lips and nodding.

"Pshh the party, yeah" He shrugs it off, avoiding eye contact with Ajak.

"Aurora went in his place" Druig calls out from his seat, turning to look from Ajak to me.

I scowl, groaning in annoyance. Did he always have to ruin it?

"Who was talking to you?" Phastos retorts, turning to Druig.

Ajak pauses mid-step, turning to look from Phastos to me.

"You went to the party..." She sighs. "Aurora, what did you do?" Her tone is knowing, and I fight back a smirk.

I shrug, leaning back and grabbing my daggers from my belt, using them as a form of distraction.

"I don't know what you mean by that, Ajak" I respond, fighting to urge to laugh.

I hear as Druig stands up from his seat.

"She started a brawl against one of the soldiers" He responds, completely throwing me under the bus.

I look up at him, my eyes starting to blare bright purple. He smiles his foul smile, flashing at me his unnaturally white teeth in defiance.

"You little shit–" I clutch my daggers, standing up abruptly from my chair.

"Woah there" Druig puts his hands up in mock surrender, biting out a laugh. God, this boy really did know how to push my buttons.

"Aurora" Ajak's warning stops me just as I'm stepping towards him.

I halt, turning to her for a moment. Her warning stare stills my anger, and I can feel my eyes dimming down back to brown.

The room is absorbed with silence, Sprite and Phastos watching the exchange.

It was no secret we hated each other. From the moment we'd met the both of us had been intolerable towards the other, and the team knew it.

I had to admit, it was getting pretty tiring, and I knew that the team was getting annoyed at how much we bickered. Sometimes we went days without talking to each other, and then something would happen and the both of us would explode in a series of shouts.

It was hard controlling my anger, but it was even harder controlling the energy of my yells or fights.

I knew Druig didn't have any other power apart from mind control, and as much as it sparked curiosity, it wasn't actually any use to him when we fought, which was why he mostly resorted to making mean comments.

I on the other hand had to admit that I'd thought about killing him way more than once. I knew he was at a disadvantage when we were on the ship, and as much as I hated him I wasn't one for unfair fights.

On land though, that was a different story.

We'd gotten into two physical fights, and they hadn't been pretty. I had started both of them, but it was only because he was being mean and intolerable.

We were out in a sort of bar when he'd whispered something under his breath as he was walking away and that had been the last straw.

Sometimes, when I'm fighting, I blank out, so I don't really know what happened except that when I regained consciousness I was being held back by Gil and Ikaris, and Druig was being held back by Thena and Ajak.