Rhydian thought Hermes was strange. He tried to ignore him, especially when he left him alone. He felt uncomfortable going through the womanly things, like he was somehow being more invasive than pointing a gun and breaking in to her house. He was much happier to look through the man’s belongings. He took a photo of the the alcohol, although he wasn’t sure why, and then took the pistol. He didn’t want to outright take it, but he opened it up in case it was fake and something was hidden and considered how he could break it.
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Rhydian thought Hermes was strange. He tried to ignore him, especially when he left him alone. He felt uncomfortable going through the womanly things, like he was somehow being more invasive than pointing a gun and breaking in to her house. He was much happier to look through the man’s belongings. He took a photo of the the alcohol, although he wasn’t sure why, and then took the pistol. He didn’t want to outright take it, but he opened it up in case it was fake and something was hidden and considered how he could break it.
The gun was real, but it didn't have any bullets in it, and looked to be just for show, given it was designed to be very pretty and had the politicians initials engraved on it.
The gun was real, but it didn't have any bullets in it, and looked to be just for show, given it was designed to be very pretty and had the politicians initials engraved on it.
Rhydian had never been taught how to destroy a gun. He settled for less. He threw open the bedroom window and tossed the weapon as far as he could. He wondered if Aries liked vodka. He decided to abandon it, just writing a very scrawled ‘sorry’ on a piece of paper he found before leaving that room to look elsewhere for something else.
Rhydian had never been taught how to destroy a gun. He settled for less. He threw open the bedroom window and tossed the weapon as far as he could. He wondered if Aries liked vodka. He decided to abandon it, just writing a very scrawled ‘sorry’ on a piece of paper he found before leaving that room to look elsewhere for something else.
As Rhydian was looking around, someone else was sneaking around the house, too. A teenage boy who should be in school at this hour. He looked a lot like the woman in the family photos, but his dark hair and eyes couldn't have come from the blond-haired-blue-eyed politician, nor his wife's lighter brown hair and hazel eyes. The boy stopped to stare at Rhydian.
As Rhydian was looking around, someone else was sneaking around the house, too. A teenage boy who should be in school at this hour. He looked a lot like the woman in the family photos, but his dark hair and eyes couldn't have come from the blond-haired-blue-eyed politician, nor his wife's lighter brown hair and hazel eyes. The boy stopped to stare at Rhydian.
Rhydian stared at the boy. He couldn’t help but snap a picture. The boy probably wasn’t the result of a faithful marriage, and he should be in school anyway. He pressed his finger to his lips.
Rhydian stared at the boy. He couldn’t help but snap a picture. The boy probably wasn’t the result of a faithful marriage, and he should be in school anyway. He pressed his finger to his lips.
Melenthios was very confused by the strange man in his house taking his picture. "Are you a photographer?" His words were heavily slurred when he asked that, despite him not being eighteen, and old enough to drink yet.
Melenthios was very confused by the strange man in his house taking his picture. "Are you a photographer?" His words were heavily slurred when he asked that, despite him not being eighteen, and old enough to drink yet.
Rhydian nodded silently. He set his phone to record. "What’s your name?" he asked, faking an accent.
Rhydian nodded silently. He set his phone to record. "What’s your name?" he asked, faking an accent.
"Melenthios." The drunk boy answered. "I don't think father is home right now, though. He's working." Mel assumed Rhydian was looking for some kind of interview with his father.
"Melenthios." The drunk boy answered. "I don't think father is home right now, though. He's working." Mel assumed Rhydian was looking for some kind of interview with his father.