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Me: *jumps back into a thread like nothing happened*

Orphos opened his mouth to spout another excuse and was interrupted by the door to his cottage being kicked violently open from the inside. Standing in its place was Ishmael. He looked... less than peaceful, despite the fact that the peace aura was rolling off of him in waves. The gaze he fixed Orphos with was one of pure loathing, and as he walked out of the cottage his eyes never left the other deity. The plant god stopped only when he was basically toe-to-toe with Orphos.

Orphos stared right back, his eyes narrowing as Ishmael came closer. Milo moved as if to intervene, then stumbled and fell to his knees. Being that close to Ishmael made it next to impossible for him to stay conscious.

The two gods were locked in their spontaneous staring contest for a beat before Ishmael abruptly turned on his heel to address the others. “Hey. You all really shouldn’t be here right now, birthday party or no.”