'wanna test drive this demigod?'

ok, so what if i do? he thought. if i could see the words pouring from your eyes, they'd be blazing red, sweetheart, and sound like an accusation.

so. is that what they are? an accusation?

you bitch.

his features slid on their seams, subtly rearranging themselves into a stronger, harder frame.

his jaw locked its position.

the eyes staring back at him seemed dim, as though the shadows drifting over the walls had ensconced themselves within their depths.

he sighed -- a rare occurrence in one so disciplined.

well... at least i tried, turning away from the mirror.

at least i tried.