Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

The moment he heard her stirring, Preston turned his head in her direction, watching as her blue eyes opened wide and glistened with fright. It was evident that his very presence caused the young woman great distress, but he didnt remove his stare from hers. He shifted in his seat as she sat up, sitting up himself, and rested his arms on the wooden supports on either side of the chair. There was something about how she looked at him in such a terrified manner that irritated him. His green eyes moved over her face, and he discovered that the bruises on her body displeased him as well. However, he had no objective of admitting that his abusive behavior had been wrong, or of apologizing. Not once in his life had Preston uttered the phrase Im sorry, and he had no intentions of starting now. When she spoke, he remained seated and still, and didnt respond to her. The tears brimming in her oceanic eyes glistened and caused his gut to twist. It was a feeling he found no pleasure in, but one he ignored, clearing his throat. His green eyes took on a darker hue, and he finally ground out a response. Well, youre not at home. Gritting his teeth together, he tore his eyes from hers. Something about her tears bothered him, something he hadnt noticed before, or a feeling he had perhaps shoved away. He rose from his chair quietly, and shuffled over to a corner sink. There was a glass setting on the counter, and he picked it up, filling it halfway and carrying it over to where she lay, resting. Drink it, and then get up, he commanded rather harshly, holding the glass for her to take, as he stared at the wall, keeping his gaze averted from her face. When shed finished, he took the glass and returned it to the sink. Leaving her where she lay, having no desire to touch her, he crossed over to the door. If youre hungry, youll walk downstairs on your own. His eyebrows were furrowed into a thick crease as he turned the doorknob and pulled open the door, stepping into the hallway. It was rather dark. Everyone in the manor was asleep except for them, and with her was the last place he wanted to be. Hurry up. Striding down the hall, he exited out the second door and into the main corridor that led to the stairs. Slow footsteps carried him to the stairs, which he descended without glancing over his shoulder once. He left the lights off, wandering around in the dark. It wasnt a difficult task, not for someone who had spent fifteen years in the large abode. Entering the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator, which gave off the only bit of dim light in the entire room. He pulled out a carton of milk and set it on the counter before going from cabinet to cabinet in search of something soft. Canned tomato soup was discovered as the fruits of his efforts, and he set it down beside the milk, minus a can opener. You can make it yourself. Staring at her in the darkness, his expression hard, he sat down at one of the bar stools around the center counter. His eyes worked over her slowly, and he scoffed, sliding the chair out and exiting the room to go sit down in the corner of a couch in the large living room.