Date: 2012-12-01 04:19 am (UTC)
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"You mean he's living HERE?!" Alexander asked, raising his voice. He looked for all the world like their father in the throes of his anger. Phobos was not Ares, though. Ares anger was a flame that consumed everything in its path.

Phobos took a deep breath and looked about the room for his sword. There it was. Would he need to use it? Roxanne would be angry with him but if he was protecting her, she would thank him eventually.

"I remember how you felt about him, Roxanne. I remember when he left, you were not yourself for several days. You were very sad. Father almost dragged you to Olympus he feared so much for you." Alexander said quietly.

He paused.

"Vincent Amorason was at least one of /us/, Roxanne. He might be an Asgardian, but he understands what it is to be trapped between two worlds, fully belonging to neither. What could Joe Rogers possibly understand about you? He couldn't even begin to appreciate the woman you are.

You are the kindest and warmest person I know, which is hard to come by when you consider our father's temperament in some regards. But why is it /your/ job to take care of him? He should worship /you/ for even deigning to give him your momentary attention.

For all his faults, Amorason at least knew that, which is why he was tolerable." Alexander said.
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