May the Gods be with You {Kharon x Oly}

He rolled his eyes listening to her try to talk as if she knew him. How would she feel if her father sent people to kill him for the hell of it? After watching people you once cared about die constantly of old age because they weren't immortal. He learned long ago the only one to trust was himself and the less people around, the better. She was still young and had that doe-eyed look at the world. Even if her father was war, life seemed easy. What if hers was death itself?

"You're used to everyone falling at your legs wanting you but don't know how to act when someone doesn't actually want to fuck you 24/7. Have you realized I only initiated it the first time or two?" He looked at her annoyed, not wanting to discuss if he was really lonely. "If you want to be fed again, take it now or I don't want to hear it later that you want and I won't give."

He gave a small chuckle amused that something so simple could make her snap so easily. "I'll put some in a jar in the fridge for you so you can eat later," he retorted as he let his eyes flare up so they glowed in the dark. He left her in the dark and went back to his room, flashing the body out of the house to keep with the rest of his gifts. He'd use that later on. Kharon went up to his room and took off the bit of clothing he had to get into bed. She probably wouldn't join him since she was mad at him. He was okay with that.

Kharon awoke in the morning happily as if nothing was the matter between them. He preferred it this way. The male got dressed and went to go make breakfast not even bothering to go see his new guest. She'd eventually show up, probably to hit him most likely. If he really needed, he could get her in a good mood easily. It wouldn't be too hard since she seemed to have mood swings a lot. He made his breakfast, and waited for her to come.

Kharon waited for bit but still she never appeared. Odd, she always trailed him around in the house, but he guessed not today. It wasn't like he said anything too bad, but apparently it sat off with her. Sighing, he went upstairs to go check on his new pet. He didn't bother knocking on the door. It was his house after all. Kharon went into the bathroom and opened the door to the shower and stared at her. "Avoiding me now?"

Kharon dodge the shampoo bottle and glared back at her annoyed. That was no the way to get his attention right now. "I could... but that's not why I'm here," he said watching her. He could see the pain and he was right. Apparently he hurt her a lot worse than he expected he did. Sighing, he stripped back down and joined her in the shower expecting some sort of lash. Let it be. He didn't need a cranky roommate. "Come here."

Kharon held her and rested his head on hers trying to comfort her. Why was this so hard? Was his mother this temperamental with his father? Wait what was he saying.. they weren't together. She was a girl who followed him, that was it yet why was he here comforting her? Kharon nuzzled her a bit and leaned down to kiss her neck. He nibbled at her a bit knowing what she would want. It should make her a bit happier.