Caught, but Not Trapped [Josh]

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Joshua Tristan Rogers. Rhiannon could write up a file all about him if she wanted. Family, friends, his past. She knew it word by word, letter by letter and had helped build almost half of it. There was no other way to describe it, though she realized she was only one person and not necessarily the major influence on his life like he was to hers. She could count the number of friends at camp on a single hand. Enemies in camp were, probably all of them by now, nearly impossible to count. Even here in Oryths she had a fair share of people who didn't like her, not that a commanding officer should really be liked too much. She had to be hard, especially on the types that made their way into the titan's army. Monsters of all kinds, demigods and legacies that had their desires turned on end, who were made promises. So many promises. She knew none of them would really come true, it was more the promise to let them try. Better than nothing. Some where under threat, those she tried to get to have some kind of backbone. She didn't want them to all run away in fear in a fight. Those she gave to Nicholas. Here she was, hours after stabbing and capturing her best friend. The person who used to be her best friend. She'd wised up of course, she supposed she should have realized earlier. There was no way he could have been telling her the truth. No way the liar who cheated on every girl he dated could be loyal to her. The man who risked life and limb to save children and strangers could never love her. If he had, the moment she betrayed his precious camp he was done with her. Sure she held some kind of evidence of the opposite in her hands, an eloquent dagger with her name etched in the metal. Perfectly balanced. She threw it and it's sharp blade stuck into the banister as she made her way down the stairs. She had become a better shot with blades, it turns out you have to be very precise with distance, and length of the blade. She couldn't measure worth anything in the field, but when you have nice one foot square tiles of marble it was easy. She continued to walk at a leisurely pace, pulling the blade from the wood as she descended the stairs. She never quite trusted anyone here with the treatment of prisoners. They were monsters who wanted to eat demigods, they were people who betrayed the camp they lived their entire lives. She didn't trust any of them. Not herself either. She knew she had gone crazy, little stripes of blood from thin long cuts kept her sane. Kept her from releasing the emotions pent up inside of her. Many of them fresh, Josh always brought up the most emotion in her. The dull throb kept her wits about her as she descended to the dungeons to see him again. The keys jingled as she pulled one off the key ring, she didn't want to risk bringing in more than one. It was Josh after all, it was always possible he was caught on purpose. Getting as injured as he had been though, she wondered. The dagger she had dug deep in his side was now clean and hidden away again. If she hadn't healed him undoubtedly he'd have bleed out in a few moments of pulling the dagger from his body. It had been a few hours since then, she had someone clean up the long trail of blood from a few floors up and over all the way to the dungeons. A good punishment for that particular troublemaker. Looking at the steps he did a terrible job, a film of iron was still there mucking up the normal luster of black marble. He'd simply have to clean it again. "Rogers." she said plainly, the emotion forever gone from her voice. She had no use for emotion, not anymore. "Step by the back wall, and stay there." She waited for him to get where she said, still slightly injured since she had enough trouble getting him to sit still earlier she hardly got to heal him up. Not to mention he was nearly dead just from walking for that long a time with a blade in him. She had resupplied his blood and healed up his wounds, but he might be a bit sore. The key clicked into place as the metal glided smoothly over metal letting her step into the cell. They hadn't cleaned up in here. Typical. Though it was a health hazard for anyone to be in a place with their blood on the ground, and on the bed frame. Rhiannon paused a moment thinking. She didn't have a rune for it, so it was simply another spell she'd have to use for the day. That one earlier still had her pretty drained, but she had linens in her hands and putting it on blood was the definition of idiotic. With a few words she cleaned up the blood, making it evaporate and disappeared. Possibly the first utility spell she ever had, even before going into the legion she could do this spell. Unceremoniously she dumped the mattress and bed supplies on to the spring frame. "This is yours, I expect you to make your own bed. Keep it clean. Everything is thrown into the wash on Wednesdays." The decorated knife sat on her hip, in a leather sheath but the handle was still visible. "You're free to make requests for comfort, we're free to deny them. If you're mistreated inform me and I will take care of it. If you see another prisoner mistreated the same thing. Inform me. Don't cause trouble and we'll get along fine." It was the same thing she would say to anyone, she didn't see her best friend. She saw a prisoner of war. She threw a pop up book on the pile of sheets as well. The Pop Up Book of Phobia's.

I never thought I'd feel this. Guilty and I'm broken down inside, living with myself, nothing but lies. I always thought I'd make it, but never knew I'd let it get so bad. Livin' with myself is all I have. I feel numb. I can't come to life. I feel like I'm frozen in time Tag: Josh Words: 1023 OOC: <3

Lyrics from World So Cold by Three Days Grace
Code done by step

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Tag: Rhiannon

Word: 1055

Notes: O..O'

Joshua was sitting on the ground, right in front of his cell door, he was checking each inch of the lock, the material and the way it had been built, how many inner locks it had. He needed all that information, because he didn't plan to stay in the Mt. Othrys Resort for a long time, he had plan all of it, his arrival, him being captured and also his departure and not alone, but with the God of the seas.  He thought that centinels or patrollers would see him getting closer, but maybe Rhiannon was too self confident of her new army and support...

Rhiannon...
He thought and sighs at the bare mention of her name in his mind. He new her very well, he had known that woman since the moment he got into the legion. At first she had been a pain in the butt! always moody, always snappy, always a bad attitude at the people around her. But soon he decided that he would see why that girl was so... unpleasent. It wasn't that he was a perfect kid in that times, but he knew what was it to not be able to trust in others at all!

After he decided that, he always followed her, checked what she was doing and if she was ok. little by little he started to know her, to understand her actions. Then slowly, really slowly they started to talk, to become more than to campers sharing some space from time to time, but friends. It had been a huge step for both of them, more for her, but then were friends. Then after some time, Josh started taking her out of camp, visiting places she would like, she also convinced him that smoking was a bad habit and bad for his health, so he quit on it.

The years passed and they knew each other perfectly, he knew all about her and she knew all about him, even how many girls he had had and how he had either dumped them, cheat on them or just... used them and left them aside. He also knew her deepest secrets, which he sworn to never tell others, so he didn't even thought about them so not even his mind could betray her trust. He had loved her almost since he was 14 years old, but he never told her, how could he tell her that he love her?! he was a thief, a poker face, a perfect liar!! She would never believe on him!!

But she was braver, she asked first, he felt the luckiest man in the world!!... Then the quest ruined everything... or was it him? maybe it was him, he ruined all what he had touched in his life, so why not also the most important relation he had had in his life. After the quest he had come back, back to her and for her, he promised her to never leave her alone... and he did it, no matter what have had the reasons he had for it, he still did it, so now he was paying for those moments of solitude, of betrayal and torture.

He was still working on the lock and lost in his thoughts when he heard some footsteps coming down stairs, he didn't matter who it was, they couldn't see him there by the lock, they would know what he was up to and they would make it more difficult, so he decided to move back to the matress that had been asigned to him.  He sat too fast on it and rested his back on the wall, that had sent a thunder of pain, from the place where Rhia had stabbed him earlier, to his brain.  He had to muffle a moan of pain and breath deeply. He was almost healed, aslo thanking to RHia, but he was still sensible there.


When Rhiannon walked closer, she saw that Joshua was looking at the ceiling, why? well only because he was with his head leaned back, against the cold, hard wall behind him. He could have been watching at any other place, but it was the safest place to look at, besides that way he wouldn't have to look at her at all. Then she called his name and he prepared himself to his next performance, he needed to be convincing, he couldn't let her see what he was thinking or what he had planned. He lowered his sight and met her eyes.

"Do I need to face the wall too? you forgot the donkey ears." He said but then he got up and walked to the place where she had told him to move. His clothes were still stained in his own blood, already dried by then, but stained in deep red. He stood where she told him too. Then she cleaned the floor with a spell, he thought it was useless to waste energy like that. "Thank you, the other boy didn't do it well and it was disgusting for a 5 star place." He hadn't shown love or tender, he needed to be strong, he would save her later, not in that moment.

He saw the bed covers and sheets then she told him about the wash days. Then smiled at the comfort requests and that almost made him laugh out loud, he controled himself and only snorted. Maybe she had forgotten but when he was a kid, when his stepfather beat him up, he used to sleep on the cold marble floor, then after he got to the Camp, he used to spent his nights out or in the dungeons due any kind of punishment, so comfort wasn't something he needed to be allright.

Then he noticed the book, he hated those books, he felt like a stupid with them, it was really difficult for him to read, but those books were like an insult for him, he rather use the audio books or nothing. "subtle as always... it's good to see that you hadn't changed..." he said about the book and then looked at her. "Besides, why do you care if I get mistreated or not?" he asked in a poisonous way with a sharp tongue, then he just sat on the floor by the place she told him to stand by.

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Her steps weren’t the most graceful. They never were. But she had strong solid steps, almost as if she knew where she was going in life. Not waver or fear. After Josh had gotten back her steps had changed, they wavered, like her heart. Even though she would walk beside him, though she would pace in the cell she once stayed, her posture, her way of walking wasn't the same. She didn't notice, few people would. Not her stride seems to have been set back in her old ways. Though more rigid than before. She was stiff, uncomfortable, but seemed to have an aura of command she never had before. She had to. She was in charge of a bunch of traitors and monsters. She had to learn to bring out her own imposing nature. That look that had always kept people away was refined into that of leadership potential. Potential even she never knew, still didn't know. Dark circles under her eyes betrayed the lack of sleep she got, the callous on her writing hand told of the papers she had to fill out. Some things probably similar to Remus, things a Roman leader had to do repetitively. Even if it was for a treacherous cause. Though painfully unaware of her own state, and that of Josh she couldn't help but examine closely. Staring at the ceiling, not that he had much to look at in the first place, but if she knew anything it was that the son of Mercury had ticks galore up his sleeves. That he didn't give up. He wouldn't just sit idly by in prison. "You don't need to face the wall if you don't wish, I just don't want you near the door." Though she was pretty certain he could try to escape. He had superior speed to her, no matter what runes she used, and better strength until she used her Mars strength spell. She wasn't sure, but hopefully putting him by the wall would give her time to close the door. That was all she needed, if he tried anything. He didn't. It was suspicious to her, that he was caught. That he was still here, though the locks were better now than they had ever been. There was no scratches of lock tools being worked on them. Nothing to say he was trying to get out. "He probably didn't want to risk letting out a prisoner. The consequences have been increasing since the first incident." she stated plainly. For Simons she had only had him be a cafeteria lady for a bit, and other mundane works. Working him until he nearly died from it would probably kill her before it killed him. She wasn't raised on Jolly and Ashby's insane practices. Josh didn't seem to appreciate the information, she didn't care if he snorted at her treatment of prisoners. This was how she did things, and he would have to deal with it. Her fingers touched lightly the wrinkles in the sheets before falling quietly by her side. "I prefer to treat prisoners fairly. I don't want it to be torture for them." a small rise in her voice betrayed a semblance of emotion to the subject. His sharp wit didn't cut her, she'd already felt the deepest blow he could give her. "You are a prisoner, I'll treat you the same as I treated Stone and Kyoto during their stay." She could tell he was still injured. From among the pile of linen she pulled bandages, some pain pills, and a small bit of ambrosia. A few long strides later and she crouched down in front of his seat on the floor. She stared at him calmly a moment before holding out the ambrosia and a few pills for him to take. "Give me the shirt." She figured it was better than telling him to take it off. She wanted to check his injuries, make sure he wasn't actually still bleeding out. Though since his shirts blood was dried she supposed he wasn't. It was still good to see, and possibly bandage it up if it hadn't closed all the way.

I never thought I'd feel this. Guilty and I'm broken down inside, living with myself, nothing but lies. I always thought I'd make it, but never knew I'd let it get so bad. Livin' with myself is all I have. I feel numb. I can't come to life. I feel like I'm frozen in time Tag: Josh Words: 692 OOC: <3

Lyrics from World So Cold by Three Days Grace
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Tag: @rhiannonwarlow

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Notes: Why can't Josh just shut up?! </3

Joshua wasn't that stupid to try to escape in that moment, not even if he hadn't had the conviction of saving Neptune. He perfectly knew the difference between trying to scape from a common cel than from a dungeon in camp Jupiter or a dungeon down there, right under Saturn's butt and with Rhiannon in his cell. common humans were so easy to trick, so easy to let them think that it was just an illusion or something that they had eaten and not a kid with super speed, but rhiannon would for sure have in that moment on her a speed spell or maybe a strength spell, or both. and in that case... well he would be like a common kid in a common cell, with common cops. "oh!... right! I might try to run away with you so close and with for sure with several spells on you... that is smart thought!" he rolled his eyes and looked away.

Then she explained why the kid hadn't cleaned the floor well. Josh looked at her and then snorted again, he usually did that a lot when he was mocking about others, and she knew that very well, when he wasn't mocking he chuckled, never snorted. but in that moment he was acting up right? he needed her to believe that he was his enemy, and well it wasn't that difficult, she already thought so by the way she welcomed him. a dagger in the side isn't the best way to say 'I missed you', right? "Why would I want to leave such an amazing place?! it reminds me of my childhood!"  It was truth, his stepfather treated him as scumb all the time.

"But..." he said and smirked at her. "you are right... it wouldn't look nice in the report sheet that a-no-ther demigod escaped from your ultra super safe and secured dungeons, right? Mr.Time would like it very much and I guess he's got not very good temper either when it happens because of the incompetence of his servants... right?" Smirks a bit more, he didn't want to hurt her, but he knew it was necessary to say certain things to make it believable that he was there not in a mission of rescue but any other kind  one. She reminded him how well Remus and Jason had been treated there. Well he can't tell they weren't, and by the way she rised her voice, she also meant that she wasn't going to torture as she had been tortured.

"My shirt?" he asked and frowned at her, why did she wanted his shirt?! He looked at the pills and the ambrosia. again remembering his childhood, while he was a child and his step father beat him up. there was no one who gave him anything, no one to take care of him, so he was also used to had broken bones and wounds and don't expect them to be treated properly at all. "what? I must pay for those with my shirt?" snorts. "well... you can keep them and have a good look for free. I don't want anything that comes from... Him." smirks sourly and takes the shirt of with a wince of pain when he lifted his left arm. the wound was still fresh and not completely healed.

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Josh should have known her spells. Though she had been working on a few he didn't know about. Her healing spells. Her teleportation spell. Those were top notch now. She hadn't worked on her speed, or her strength spells. Not since he had left her. She didn't care anymore, not to try and save herself. She learned how to put Nick and Simons into a restful sleep. No dreams. No nightmares. Just sleep. Somnia was on their side, sure, but he seemed to let the demigods dream whatever their hearts and brains cooked up. In their case it wasn't a great idea. She couldn't even control her dreams any more, or so it seemed. It was too emotional, she'd just get swept up in them. So she didn't sleep. Her eating schedule changed too. She ate at night as well as during the day, since she was awake anyway. She seemed to get full faster, eating a collection of snacks through out the day. Stress. Different sleeping schedule. Small cuts along her legs that healed slower than normal. Not that she noticed they healed slower. Not that she noticed she had weird side cramps, pain that she'd attribute to cramps anyway. "I might have missed something, a dagger, some other small hidden blade. You're resourceful and you know my spells just as well as I do. You've helped me with enough of them." She might not know Rogers like she used to think she did, but he knew her. Her knew her perfectly. Spells had their limits, and so did people but Rhiannon's versatility came at a price. Her spells were almost like a copy of the different abilities of demigods, but weaker. The duration shorter most of the times as well. Rhiannon might be able to get up to Roger's natural speed, but ability to just move quickly. However his amazing speed, she could never compete with. Stone's strength far exceeded her own, even with her strength spell. She needed a circle of some kind to teleport, and only a short way. Roger's could teleport across the world. Her spells took time to cast, except her runes. She'd have to be able to speak for any spell not on a rune. Runes worked once, and lasted a week though. Then they were gone. She could only make two a day. All of these things she told him. All of these things she confided in him. The snort was familiar. It was aimed at her again, it'd been a long time. She might have been hurt by his obvious mockery, if her heart hadn't been cut from her chest. Thanks to her own hands. "Is that so." she stated calmly, without a care. She could tell he at least meant the childhood he had described to her. How much of his words were truth, and what were lies. Considering his actions, the way they grew up was probably not a lie. So then when did it become one? His cocky attitude, it was the same. The same he used on people he didn't care about. She had been the one to betray him. Betray his precious camp. It was obvious he should have contempt for her. And she didn't care. He was right about that. It wouldn't look good at all for him to escape. "You're correct, as for his wrath I'm not certain." she'd never seen Saturn mad before. Perhaps a bit annoyed, sometimes something similar to happy. Though she knew better by now. He wouldn't be happy. He'd never be happy, and as her normal attitude towards people who think they're in charge, she ignored him. "Yes, the shirt." she stated plainly. No spot of annoyance, or that he was hurting her. That anything could hurt her anymore. "I requisition the supplies, we're not given them freely." she stated looking over his wounds. Yeah, they were still fresh looking, though it didn't look as deep as she had plunged her blade earlier. She also saw a rather large scar, it had healed but it looking like it could have killed him. She had seen him before in the infirmary. That wasn't from the quest, it was something after. Probably after she left. "Eat it." the ambrosia was being held about where his lips where, unwrapped from their paper by her small fingers. The bandages, and disinfectant was in her other hand.

I never thought I'd feel this. Guilty and I'm broken down inside, living with myself, nothing but lies. I always thought I'd make it, but never knew I'd let it get so bad. Livin' with myself is all I have. I feel numb. I can't come to life. I feel like I'm frozen in time Tag: Babydaddy Words: 733 OOC: <3

Lyrics from World So Cold by Three Days Grace
Code done by step

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Tag: @rhiannonwarlow

Word: 510

Notes: he finally cooperated!!

It was something logical what Rhia thought of Josh. He was well known for being sneaking and to never remain in a single place for more than an hour and that was a lot to say. So if she thought that he could simply try to escape, was a perfectly understanding thought, in fact if it wasn't because he had a mission there and he needed to be in the prison, he would already had escaped... or at least wouldn't be in that situation. He wouldn't had let her capture him in the first place!!

But he was on a mission and he needed to keep his mind in that mission, which was really difficult considering he had in front of him the very reason of his existence. He would be dead if it wasn't for her and still a part of his soul was still dying because she wasn't really with him. But he was on a mission and so as she made her desisions in the past, he had to make his in that moment. So the mission was first, then he would save her, and if he couldn't, then he would simply let his body shut down.

"that would be good! if I could have any of those things! then right now I would be back at Camp waiting for your sorry army... and you!" He said and then breathed deeply, which wasn't a good idea, his side was still with fresh wound, even when it didn't bleed anymore.  Then she replied to the mention of his childhood place of living with a really dry reply, so he smiled. and remembered she hated him, so... she wouldn't care about it. "yeah... real fun... I even have a new scar to match those from that time... not bad at all." He he shown her all of his past scars, she knew each of them, including one on the back.

Too wide to be on a kid's back. his step father had thrown him against a wall and he got stabbed on the back by a wide nail. He almost died that time, but he didn't... well maybe if he had died back then, She wouldn't have been there with Saturn... no one would have hurt her so much, as he hurt her. 

Then... he looked at her, he could notice how Saturn really got mad, even in her indiference, he could uncode how she talked about stuff. but he didn't say a thing. She told him about the supplies and told him to eat the ambrosy. He moved his head and looked away. "I won't eat it... I rather die here... than eating something from him... even if you brought it... it's under his roof... so I won't eat it." He said and threw his shirt to the black cold floor. "and there you are... enjoy the sight  all you want... " then he leaned back on the cold wall, his skin got goose bumps due the coldness of it against his hot skin, he might have some fever.

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“Perhaps, but you're now in the dungeons with Neptune. Ample opportunity to attempt a prison break. Interesting as it is your father hasn't attempted the feat himself. I can only hope the locks and my patrols are enough to keep you contained until after the war. I'll try to keep them unpredictable for you.” It would be hard, really extremely difficult for her to try and do a patrol with the guards on an off tune. But that was the best way to keep someone from escaping. Not simply frequent patrols at a regular interval. There was hardly anyway she could keep them doing patrols enough for that to be effective against a son of Mercury. If given the chance she'd try and put Mercury himself behind these bars, keep him away from the war. Keep as many people out of the fight as she could. Yeah. Maybe this army was a bit of a sorry excuse for an upraising. Monsters were poor excuse for a fighting force, born from Chaos probably. That didn't particularly matter though. It was too late. She was in charge. The one telling people how to fight, how to try and win. That was her. She'd do the best she could, and try to keep people from dying. She didn't care about the monsters, only the demigods and legacies. That's why she perfected her healing spell. Something she could do at any time now, to anyone, in any action. Even a kick to the ribs, which was kind of funny. If she found anything funny anymore. He did have the scars, and she had heard every story at least five times. “To hear the stories you tell. True or not. I don't know anymore, and it doesn't matter.” Monotoned, her voice was dull and lifeless. There was little fluctuation, nothing of the life she used to have echoed in her voice. She didn't even want to carry on living anymore, but she'd wait until after the battle. Josh would be here safe. She give Stone the key, and he could come rescue Josh. She'd never beat Stone before, she wouldn't believe that would change any time soon. She did look him over for a few moments, the fresh tender wound seemed almost as if it wanted to open again. She had seen him wince as he removed his shirt, lifting his arm had hurt. It should have hurt a good deal considering how he hated people to see him weak. She was the same though wasn't she? That was why that friend of Stone's seemed to have such a difficult time getting any information out of her. She and Josh were simply too stubborn. It was nice to know that fact still remained a fact, though this time it seemed he refused to take any of the medicine she wanted to provide him. She supposed there was one way to force him to take it, not quite a tactic she would normally use on a prisoner though. She took the already unwrapped piece of ambrosia placing it on her tongue, then grabbed hold of his head, using pressure points on his cheeks to make his jaw open. Then she forces the ambrosia into his mouth, pushing it as far back as she could attempting to make him swallow it. Once he had it she retreated, her face was not flushed in the slightest. Uncaring of what she had just done. Of making him take a medicine he hadn't wanted. Of having Josh's lips on hers again. Her heart was frozen solid to the feelings. Though he did feel warm, perhaps a fever. “Try not to vomit.” Standing up again she looked down at Josh, half expecting him to throw up simply from her touch, much less from the invasive nature of the way she gave him the ambrosia.

I never thought I'd feel this. Guilty and I'm broken down inside, living with myself, nothing but lies. I always thought I'd make it, but never knew I'd let it get so bad. Livin' with myself is all I have. I feel numb. I can't come to life. I feel like I'm frozen in time Tag: Babydaddy Words: 643 OOC: <3

Lyrics from World So Cold by Three Days Grace
Code done by step

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Tag: @rhiannonwarlow

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Notes: I'm sorry about his replies!!! he is sick and hurt!! and he is a
jerk!.

Sometimes Josh couldn't understand how was it possible that Rhiannon knew him so well, he was amazed by the depth of her knowledge about him, she even knew some stuff that not even he knew about himself! If it had been any other he would have hated his lack of care, him being reckless letting others knowing him so well, but not with her, even if she hated him so much, he didn't hate her and he still could die for her. but in that very moment it wasn't good that she knew him so well, because without any kind of effort she got his plan. "well... I can tell you that you mat try... but you will failt and you know it Warlow... there is no way someone like you can keep someone like me in a place like this more than expected, right? and Neptune is a god... so he can do this on his own."

He didn't mean the last words, ot the middle ones either... He knew that if there was someone capable to keep him into a place, it was definetely Rhiannon, but he needed her to know he was there no for her, but only for his personal reasons. and about Neptune... well, he wasnted her to forget that he was trying to break him out! Then he got slightly distracted by her words about his stories. He looked at her and then smirked at her. "you know?..." he started and rested his back on the cold black wall, in a way it fell so good, maybe he did had some fever, and it wasn't good, but the cold was good... maybe he would die of peumonia later... after he got Neptune out of there.

Then he remembered tht he was about to talk to her again, so he forced himself to open his eyes again and look at her. "maybe my stories were lies... in fact... you are right!! I lied about them too! As a kid I love to throw myself against walls and furniture... I loved to get my body covered in bruises and OH GODS!! when a bone was broken was the best feeling!! so... yeah I lied about my oh sad childhood... you're a genius about knowing it!" He said in the most hurt and sarcastic way, she had been the only person he had been honest about his life, his past and how he almost died in more than once. But maybe she never cared at all.

Then he closed his eyes for a moment, maybe he was tired or feverish, who knew!? but the next thing he knew was that he felt her hands on his cheeks, maybe she would break his neck... that would end with all of the drama... right? But then her lips against his!!! He opened his eyes and looked at her there kissing him, but why?! His heart speed up, his body froze, he wanted to wrap his arms around her, but he also knew it wasn't  possible that she was kissing him because of love... she hated him!! Suddenly he felt something being pushed into his throat by her tongue.

"What the hell is that?!..." he delayed a moment in understand that the small ball that felt like a candy and tasted like the cookies his mother baked, was only the piece of ambrosia that he refused to eat before. She pulled apart and told him not to vomit it, he wanted to do it, he didn't want it if it came from Saturn... but she had kissed them, no matter the reason... she kissed him and that melted part of him. For a second he looked at her hurt, broken, same dying look he had when she left and he felt his life worthed nothing at all, in that moment he swallowed it. Then the second passed and his eyes got the same cocky sarcastic joky way from before. 

"you couldn't resist the urge to kiss me... watching my half naked body and to kiss me... well I still have some power over you... right?" He smirked knowing he was shoveling his own burial hole, but he knew he would die by the end of war, without her... he would ask his father to take him away, so... better now thatn before.