Tyche looked at him, examining his words as her hand paused at the door. Her body seemed to be made of stone, absorbing his change in going with the flow as she nodded. It made sense but something in Tyche’s soul, her instinct, told her this was a very bad idea and the consequences of it might be his undoing in the end. She only hoped it wouldn’t get him killed, playing chicken with Ares was one thing because Persephone was about but here, it was only the two of them. She moved back, seeming an easy pace back to the bed before sitting on the edge with her back turned away from him, his hands on the remote while he flipped through the screen on the TV for a movie. Finally stopping on an animated one, she had seen it once or twice while her eyes skimmed over the familiar title briefly and an actual smile crept to her lips at his choice.
Her head turned, feet brought up to rest on the bed, at his words.
Tyche shook her head about the things being said, namely rash and unjust, the muffled sounds of the movie began as background noise, but not a word against it was put to the air. From the sound of it, she had already done something unjust by not being the goddess they expected. A tug to say something, warning to him not to provoke Athene, as he fought with the woman at the front desk over redirecting his call that it seemed only to make him angry and frustrated. It was finally done, he set the receiver down with a look of tired in his eyes and from the one sided scene Tyche could understand. No matter the amount of time that passed it felt like hours of an execution, dread twisted itself in knots while the clock ticked bit by bit deeming more like the toll of death bells unaware of what to come.
Ty couldn’t help her head come to rest on the clock face every so often. Her hand balled up in a fist, unfurling with the anxiety that crept along her body tingling like one of Athene’s servants across her spine reaching every part until if felt like Ty would crack into pieces, her ear deaf to the movie’s sounds while she lost track of time in her mind. The knock made Ty jump, her body nearly leapt off the bed from the sharp rap as it was, control and business like, the noise seemed loud and earth shattering. It was Areion’s wave of his hand that drew Ty’s attention, motioning for her to calm and sit even as his body moved to the door cracking it just enough to face Athene. It was blocking the doorway, shielding her in a way as he spoke in a low tone that was muffled by the background sounds but it wasn’t hard to see his body was laced with tension.
He moved aside allowing Athene’s tall form walk coolly through, her steely eyes ignored him, as the click of the door was the signal for all hell to break loose. It was like the soft sound of distant thunder, a muffled roar that great in volume until it deafened everything in her head as small black spiders emerged from the walls. They skimmed and traveled like a massive black wave that washed over him, covering his body while he moved against them trying to remove only to have his body fall victim to the white threads that cocoon him up to the neck. For a few hearts Ty thought Athene was going to suffocate him and a familiar, unwanted feel swept over what depression had pressed on her.
If he attacked her was one thing. That one thing, defending her but likely the words that passed at the door were of that nature. Yet they were only words and from those words, Athene took it was an attack treating him no differently than her family treated their own over the eons. Tyche felt herself relieved, her mind fighting the anger that seemed to dig at her and knowing if she lost it than from the looks of it, Areion would be the one to pay the price. She wouldn’t be a factor responsible for that. Her eyes never looked from him watching as Athene brought herself towards him, Tyche’s body on edge with the closeness between, before bending down and raising his eyes to hers.
Her words were ice and Nemesis flirted across her mind, while a single spider floated from its spinner just in front of his eye. It seemed wrong to her, seeing him bound and looking death in the eye before Athene’s voice reached her. The sound of it, Athene was standing near her but she failed to realize it as her attention was elsewhere absorbing the scene that played out. After several moments of silence, her face turned and Ty made no effort to move for now. Her tone was steady as she could make it.
“Does it really matter? My fate is already decided…nothing I say will make any difference,” Tyche only spoke the truth as she saw it with as much strength as she could-inside feeling like it fell short, that look of judgment wasn’t new to her.
For a second, Athene’s face seemed to dissolve into Nemesis. It was the same, cold and set on the path given, one they believe or told was the proper course of action that even another point of view would not change it. In the end trying to convince Nemesis of something she didn’t agree with would bear no more good then talking to a brick wall. Tyche knew it would only be a waste of time to try, of that she had no illusions and wouldn’t pretend she stood a chance of anything. Besides as much as Ty wished she could, she didn’t fully what had occur and deeper, she was afraid to. She let the woman’s face fade back to Athene, her eyes fighting to keep contact with the razor grey eyes.