@PrettyLittlePyro
Tempest tilted her head to the side, allowing more access.
"Aww!" She heard someone say.
Tempest tilted her head to the side, allowing more access.
"Aww!" She heard someone say.
Lance shot back, disentangling himself from Tempest at the sound of someone else's voice while he fought to hold back his blush.
Tempest, more than a little disappointed, turned. It was a small boy. She knelt down next to him. "Hello," she said softly.
Lance sighed when he saw that it was just a little boy–and not one of Tempest's brothers coming to kill him.
(Saw Tempest's profile. Nice little detail about 'dating' the goat of the chimera (; )
(Thanks lol)
"What's your name?" Tempest asked.
(Am I playing the boy?)
(If you want, but I wasn't planning on it.)
(Okay)
Lance hung back, awkward around kids and trusting Tempest to know what she's doing.
"I'm Cyrus," the boy said.
"Not to seem selfish… but I kinda want to get back to what we were doing…" Even in his mind, he sounded shy and awkward.
Tempest blushed. "Me too."
"Where are your parents, Cyrus?" She asked.
The boy got a sad look on his face. "Looking for my little brother and sister. They got taken away."
Lance frowned, now concerned about the boy instead of annoyed. "That's not good."
"Aww, I'm sorry, Sweetie," she said. "Do you want us to help you?"
Cyrus nodded. "Yeah."
"What are their names?"
Cyrus tilted her head. She suddenly saw an image of two kids, both blonde, two years younger than him.
Lance came up behind her and crouched down to their level, resting a hand on Tempest's back.
Tempest gasped suddenly. "How-?"
Cyrus just looked at her with eyes that seemed older than he was and disappeared. An older version of him replaced the small boy. His hands were shoved in his pockets.
"Thanks," he said.
"Who are you?" Tempest asked.
"Cyrus Black," he said. "I just needed to know if there was anyone else like us. Now I know there is."
"Us?" She asked.
An older version of the boy and girl from the vision appeared.
"These are my siblings, Teresa and Gavin," Cyrus said. "We want to help fight the gods."
Lance stood and eyed the three warily. He didn't recognize any of them. Were they friends of Aurae?
Unlikely. She was an elf from a different world. She wasn't one to make friends with people easily, especially in an unknown world that she isn't from.
"Who-or what- are you?" Tempest asked, standing.
Teresa smirked. "We're Primordials."
"Ah, that's what that aura is," Lance muttered to himself. So that answers his question as to if they were friends with the trickster demigod. She'd have no idea who they were.
Teresa smirked, nodding. "Goat, Siren."
Tempest sent the girl a small, nervous smile.
Gavin rolled his eyes. "You're suffocating the poor creatures, Resa. Calm down."
Teresa grinned. "We'll meet you by that cabin place later. But for now, continue with what you were doing."
Tempest flushed as the three disappeared.
(Random fun fact: Teresa was actually the first character I ever created on here.)
(Wow. My favorite character to rp with on here–and the one I've been told has the best personality–is named Theresa. Gasp. Imagine if they met??)
Lance grumbled under his breath. "Never did really like Primordials…"
(That would be beautiful and terrifying… also, Cyrus dated Taran's half sister, Brykin, for a bit…)
Tempest laughed. "Yes, but they're better than Hera."
(Oh my… Would he know Tess if we're keeping Taran and her enemies?)
"Very true," he agreed, nodding. Once again, her laugh warmed his heart.
(No, it was before Taran and Brykin knew about each other.)
"Come on," she said, grabbing his hand. "Let's head home."
(Should I make an rp for Teresa and Theresa?)
(It would be a disaster just waiting to happen… Why the hell not?)
"Yeah." He tightened his grip around her hand, brushing his thumb idly over the back of her hand.
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