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

Scarlet pushed herself from the soft bed against its tempting invitation for her stay. Her knees were wobbly, and she felt her stomach twist with natiousness at the sudden movement. Shuffling toward the door, her barefeet cold against the hard wood floor, she kept one hand on the wall and one hand on her stomach as she walked, feeling her way down the corridor due to the lack of lighting. Her blue eyes narrowed, begging the darkness to let up just enough for her not to trip down the stairs and give herself enother injury. Finally making it to the kitchen and being greeted with his cold-hearted attempt to help her eat, Scarlet slowly made her way to the counter and held on to it to keep her balance. She looked at the can of soup, her stomach growling, and cursed under her breath at the lack of a can opener. Shaking her head, she grabbed the can of soup and threw it to the floor with frustration, her eyes narrowed as it clang to the floor loudly, echoing in the silent kitchen. Rolling her eyes, she clenced her sore jaw and grabbed the carton of milk, slowly turning and find a glass to pour it in. After a few minutes of desperately searching, Scarlet managed to find a loaf of bread. She tore off a slice and chewed it slowly, sitting on the bar stool that he left out and practically chugging the milk. Sitting on the stool, it was obvious how short her cotton pajama bottoms were, baring her smooth leg. It held a couple bruises on her left thigh from falling to his floor the night before, but she didn't seen to noticed, crossing it over the other one and nibbling at her bread. Her lonely, depressed eyes stared out the window, glaring the snow as it swirled around the manor, mocking her of her attempt to escape it. All she wanted was to go home, and here she was, under the care of the man who hurt and scared her the most. After a few long moments, Scarlet pushed herself to her feet with a heavy sigh, letting them hit the cold tile. Wincing slightly, she took her time trying to shuffle to the living room where he sat, bracing the door way for support. When she entered the sitting room, her eyes took in his position on the couch and his solemn expression. Biting her lip, she sat in the armchair across the room and folded her legs up and underneath her. With a hesitant hand, she reached up and ran a hald through her long golden hair, taking a few deep breaths before daring a looking into his imposing green eyes. I'm sorry, she muttered, her voice soft, barely audible. I'm sorry I went into your room. Despite my reasoning, I guess I should have known better. Her apology was there, and while genuine, a little snippy. It implied what he had done to her as well, knowing that if she did not break into his room, he would not have physically harmed her. She shrugged, her eyes holding a sense of defeat as they glanced over at the clock, noting how late it was. Instead of looking at him, Scarlet opted to watch the second hand tick by. And, even though I know nothing of my past, I suppose I'm sorry for whatever harm I caused you in our previous life that has made you hate me so, she muttered, letting her gaze fall to her hands, watching them twist nervously. Because it's obvious that I must have done something to make you want to hurt me.