Pantheon

03: BUTTERFLIES?!

Julian stares at the room in shock, dust motes swirling lazily through the dim sunlight coming through the windows. He takes in the bed, dresser and desk but barely actually paying attention at all to them. His mind is purely in thoughts of 'The ATTIC!' and 'But everything else is so pretty'. He doesn't understand why he is being made to stay up here, Ms Carmille had said something, but it isn't coming to mind at this point. And all the time Julian spent trying to conceal his feelings about this place may as well have been thrown out the window, because after his outburst, he doesn't feel like stopping.

"Why are you putting me up HERE! Of all places, this is the worst choice. I'd prefer a frigging basement over an attic! What is wrong with you, to put me up here? When I didn't even want to be here in the first place, I mean, is this some kind of cruel joke? To make me hate it here even more?!" He kicks the dresser, ignoring the sharp pain that sends through his foot and up his leg, and he feels slightly bad for kicking something that is quite old looking, but he shouldn't be sorry, if they are going to make him such an outsider. Hades steps forward, trying to calm his son down before he does something he'll regret. 

"Well, uh, we have to, since we don't know whether you might be a danger to the other children, or who you would better be suited to be around. And it is one of the only available spaces, some of the house, where the rooms are were destroyed, on accident, and are currently being rebuilt. I know it is an inconvience to you, but it is not all bad." Ms Carmille smiles at him, trying her hardest to make him calm down, normally it isn't hard to do, but she hadn't met Julian when he's in a bad mood before. It normally ends in either Stanley having to have limbs reattached or his mothers vases needing to be swept up. 

"Not all bad? Tell me then, what isn't all bad?! Is it that I'm by myself, or perhaps that I have a nice view? Nothing could make this better, I'm being forced to leave home, to come to this place where children are fighting on the front lawn, I know no one, I'll be made to have interactions with people I have no wanting to befriend, and now as the cherry on top, I'm being made to live in a fucking attic!" His hands have balled at his sides, and he can feel the shadows being thrown by the low lighting contort into figures on the ground. But he doesn't care, it isn't like he wants to hide who he is, let everyone know who they are dealing with. 

"Julian! Calm down." His fathers eyes flash, power rolling through his words like thunder, the shadows movements stop, easing back into the normal soft haze of darkness. Julian looks down, eyes downcast like a puppy being scolded for chewing on something he shouldn't have. He mutters out something of an apology, and continues to look down even after he knows he could look up. 

"If you want, I can leave you two for a while, so you can talk." Ms Camille backs away towards the stairs, and with one last look at the father and son, she leaves the room, presumably to overlook the battle still raging outside. 

Julian remains quite, walking to what is now his bed and sitting down, his eyes roaming the room, and now that he is calmer he is able to properly take in the room and its beauty. Its old, and clearly not used much, but not for storage. Its pretty big too, which is a positive, but it makes the room seem more empty. A dresser sits near the bed, light from the windows bathing both in warmth, Julian worries that its going to make sleeping in a thing of the past. A desk sits on the other side of the room, old looking, probably an antique, the same with the bed and dresser, both are old wooden structures, sturdy looking but also too beautiful and old to want to use them. 

"You need to be careful about using your powers, most of the others here would not take kindly to you doing things like that." It sounds like something that wouldn't be odd to hear, since he's the child of one of the most hated Olympians of Greek myth. But the tone Hades said it with had him thinking its not because of who he's born from, but of something else. But it doesn't matter, right now what matters is trying to get settled in this place.