I stumble on the edge, realising I had backed up towards the edge of the pool. I try to regain my balance, trying to think of a spell, but whatever is in that cigarette has slowed my reaction, and I find myself falling backwards into the pool. I take a deep breath just before I hit the icy cold water, which steals half of the breath from me, but I refuse to splutter or gasp, focusing on control. I can see him leaning forward, watching in amusement.
I will not give him the satisfaction.
“You ok there, Blondie?” he mocks.
I don’t bother responding, and he gets up, sauntering to the end of the pool.
“You think you’re prepared for anything? You couldn’t even predict this.” He smokes his cigarette, a smirk on his face, but again, I simply remain beneath the surface. My feet hit the bottom of the pool, and I stand tall; there are still two feet ofwater above my head.
Again, I don’t respond to him. The cold has already shaken off whatever effect those fumes had on me.
“Can you really not annoy me anymore?” he asks, bored. “Get out of the water and stop harassing me.”
No.
I remain there unmoving, and he tilts his head. Is he wondering if I’m ok?
“Blondie?” He doesn’t sound so amused anymore.
I’m not going to answer.
“Oi, Somers.”
Is he dumb? Doesn’t he get that I won’t answer?
He crouches beside the pool and reaches for me, but I move away, and he narrows his eyes.
“Don’t fuck with me,” he warns.
Does he not get what I’m doing here?
I surface, glaring at him. “Are you dumb? Don’t you get that I’m not going to come out until you call Hades?”
He looks at me in shock before snickering. “You’re such a diva. That ain’t happening, so stay there then. I don’t give a fuck.”
“Ok,” I reply coldly, before taking a discreet breath and sinking under once again. I can do this; at least it’ll panic him. He’s about to turn when he looks back at me. I see a frown on hisface through the distorted water.
“Heaven? What the fuck, woman, get out of there.”
No.
He keeps calling my name, and I continue to ignore him. I hear him growl in frustration, but I am not going to budge. Besides, he might not know it, but I’m quite good at holding my breath underwater.
“The fuck, I can’t just call him!” he hisses, now clearly getting annoyed. He’s standing up, but he hasn’t left. Yet, anyway.
“If you want to be like that, I’m out.” He tosses his cigarette to the ground, walking away.
I still stay beneath the water, even as it begins to bite into me and my lungs begin to protest. He’ll come back.
A minute may have passed, and I almost smile when I spot him striding back into view, staring down into the water. I quickly make sure my eyes are half closed now, hoping to scare him.
Sure, he doesn’t care about me, but he wouldn’t want the blood of the daughter of the High Witch Serafina on his hands.
“Get the hell out of there. Stop fucking messing around,” he snarls. His voice is deeper, and I think his eyes have turned milk white. His aura is dark and heavy as it weighs down on the water.
Ah, he’s finally snapped.
So, this is the dark side of Hades’ favoured.
