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Morgan se encogió de hombros. Su madre jamás se había molestado en reconocerla formalmente hasta hacia muy poco, cuando estalló la guerra y todos los dioses menores querían tener a sus hijos de su lado. Aunque por sus habilidades era bastante obvio de quién era hija, al no contar con una cabaña propia se había formado en la de Hermes. Era inevitable que algunos de los hábitos de los hijos del dios mensajero se le pegaran.

Había deseado por tanto tiempo y entre tantas lágrimas escuchar esas palabras en boca de Luke, soñado que se aparecía ante ella arrepentido de todo y deshaciendo el daño que había causado, vivirlo ahora no se sentía más que otra ilusión fugaz. Se había imaginado sus disculpas tantas veces que ahora que lo tenía en frente, sus palabras le parecían falsas. La esperanza había desparecido hacia tiempo de su pequeña caja de Pandora.

—¿Ahora quieres mi ayuda, después de todas las oportunidades que te di? ¿Ahora, cuando finalmente he dejado de creer que tienes una vuelta atrás?—le espetó con recelo y resentimiento—¿Por qué debería ayudarte, después de todo el daño que nos has hecho? ¿Que me has hecho?

Aún así, no disimuló su sorpresa cuando Luke le soltó el plan de Kronos. Inhaló bruscamente, y la piel se le erizó. La sola idea la hacía estremecerse de miedo y repulsión. La idea de una entidad como aquel titán poseyendo su cuerpo, arrasando con su alma....Podía dudar de muchas cosas sobre Luke en esos momentos, pero estaba segura de que el terror en sus ojos era genuino.

Aún así, ya había cometido el error de dejarse llevar por sus emociones demasiadas veces cuando se trataba de Luke.

—La última vez que nos vimos, parecías más que dispuesto a sacrificarlo todo por tu causa y por Kronos, sin importar el temor o el precio—repuso con suspicacia—Tu miedo es real, eso está claro. Sólo un idiota no sentiría miedo ante esa idea y tu eres muchas cosas, pero idiota nunca ha sido una de ellas. Pero eso no significa. que no estés dispuesto a seguir adelante. ¿Cómo sé que realmente quieres abandonar tu causa, después de todo lo que has hecho?

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Llevaba más de un mes viajando por todo Estados Unidos cazando monstruos e intentando convencer a dioses y semidioses de unirse en la batalla contra Cronos. Tal vez no estaba destinada a salvar el mundo como Percy, pero por las Moiras, iba a intentar facilitarle las cosas. Además, le servía para desahogar toda la furia y el dolor que llevaba dentro. Era su manera de proteger el Campamento Mestizo sin tener que regresar a ese lugar lleno de recuerdos dolorosos como el que había estado proyectando antes de que Luke apareciera. —No parecías muy interesado en regresar por ellas y tenías cosas útiles. Como dicen por ahí, el que lo encuentra se lo queda—siseó, sin bajar el arma, frunciendo el ceño—¿Acaso es otro de los trucos de tu amo? ¿Ahora intentarás convencerme fingiendo ser mi amigo?—ya no podía confiar en su expresión arrepentida. No podía confiar en nada de lo que saliese de la boca de Luke porque no tenía forma de saber si acaso no eran las palabras de Cronos. —Si lo que buscas es información sobre Percy, olvídalo. No soy una traidora.

—Con comentarios como ese cualquiera diría que eres hija de Hermes en lugar de Hecate— expresó con una pequeña sonrisa ya que como siempre el chico estaba tratando de ocultar su debilidad, y si bien Morgan era una de las pocas personas con las que antes se permitía mostrar su debilidad aquel momento no era el adecuado.  Pero en el momento que escuchó las preguntas de la chica su mascara se rompió un poco pues el que le recordaran que Cronos era su amo era algo que ya estaba pesando en su conciencia —Nada de eso. Sé que pedirte que me creas es mucho, pero estoy aquí en señal de paz y realmente queriendo tu ayuda— admitió mientras la observaba a los ojos —Sé que no eres una traidora, aunque lo intenté no pude hacer que estuvieras de su lado, y tenías razón— decidió hacer una pequeña pausa —Así que puedes decir que soy un idiota o lo que quieras, porque es verdad, y ahora estoy metido en un problema mayor y no sé como salvarme ni a todos— aunque la daga seguía apuntándole decidió acercarse —Cronos quiere usar mi cuerpo—

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“No one could blame him for taking care of his daughter” Babette stated firmly. Babe had seen him with Colleen up close and personal and there was no denying that man would do anything for his little girl. “He should not feel guilty. If he was ‘too busy with Colleen’ it is only because that horrible woman was too busy getting drugs”. She crossed her arms for a moment, shaking her head "Your brother should listen to his twin more often".

Babette smiled to herself. It was still puzzling at times, how she had gotten into horses so quickly and gotten good at it so fast. It was almost as if the talent, the love for that world had always been inside her, dormant, until fate or chance presented her with the opportunity to bring it to light. “I think he has named the colt already, did you know? It is very sweet to see them together. The mother is very protective of the little one. But when Finn is around…She just knows her baby is safe with him.

She never asked about Liam's work, never forced him to tell her anything. She left that window open, should he ever need to let it all go, but never pressured. "As long as you aren't overworking yourself" was all she said. What she always said, and then simply continued running her fingers through his hair

“I would like that, mon amour, it sounds lovely. But you know I don’t want to be an inconvenience…” she hummed. She still had not gotten used to these sort of things like being taken out for dinner. All those fancy things were nice, absolutely. But she was always afraid of unconsciously taking advantage of his power and wealth.

Liam sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "He has suggested that, it's not a bad idea, I guess it's just hard for Declan to take that step" he admitted. "I think that a part of him feels guilty... both of them had been on a drug binge before Colleen, he just happened to be stronger and stayed sober and she relapsed rather quickly after giving birth" he explained. "Declan had been so busy with Colleen that he had neglected her and didn't help her... or at least that's what he says..." Liam shrugged his shoulders.

"Cara has some strong opinions about Moira and motherhood... I suppose she has some valid points too" after all, she had been in an impossible situation with Seamus as well.

"That's nice" he smiled softly. "Oh, Finn would love that" he agreed, nodding his head slowly. He knew how obsessed with horses his nephew was. Clearly that ran in the family, he liked horses, so did Cara and Finn. "I have a few meetings downtown tomorrow" he told her. "But I could take you out for dinner, what do you say?" @sadprosenauroras

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"Oui, studying is no so bad when you're studying something you enjoy" he agreed with a smile. Finn was definitely different to other boys he knew. Of course, his nephews were a lot younger, but they were not the kind to sit down quietly and read when they could be outside raising havoc. But there was something heart warming in Finn's calm, studious disposition. Yes, indeed, it was obvious who he took after.

"A science guy through and through then, I am impressed" he grinned. He had his fare share of knowledge in science, but from a warfare and arms points of view, not something he would share with a child. For the moment, Finn only got his average persona, and that one was an architect and businessman. "You want to be a scientist when you grow up?"

He raised his hands in a manner of apology "Hey, I am but an ignorant frenchman here" he defended himself with a chuckle. His order came, and he thanked the waiter before returning his attention back to Finn "Well, if you like it after giving it a try, I could show you a few tricks if you feel like it. If we get your mother's permission of course. I don't want to be on the receiving end of her wrath" he winked at Finn and then patted, somewhat awkwardly, Cara's hand on the table. By God, he was acting like an idiot teenager. But he did not want to make the kid uncomfortable by acting all lovey-dovey with his mother in front of him "Now, between you and me, I think you should ask your mother to take you to the Alps one day. They've got amazing skiiing centers there.

"That's what Billy Hoolbrook told the teacher" he said before taking another bite of his pancakes. "I think he was right... but I don't mind homework, I like studying" he admitted, making Cara smile fondly. "Just like his mother" she commented. She had always been a bit of a nerd, she always found refugee in books and learning. She often wondered what would've happened to her if it weren't for her love for books and endless curiosity.

"I like science and biology" he told him. "And chemistry is cool too" he then added. He was a talented boy, always did great in science fairs and Cara was always at awe how quickly he was at math. He reminded her of Brooklyn, making all those complex calculations in seconds.

"People on the East Coast need skiing centers too, darling" Cara smiled lovingly "I like Vermont, it's less hyped than Aspen" she admitted. "And less crowded" she then added. Finn shook his head slowly. "No, never... but it looks very fun" he admitted. "Although... I once tried doing sandboard with Colleen" he mused. @sadprosenauroras

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A faint smile appeared on Arnaud's face at the boy's response. He knew Finn was a quiet one, Cara had told im that much, so he was not surprised by the simple answer. He just hoped that the boy did not feel pressured to feel anything based only on his mother's feelings for him.

"Homework? During the holidays? Well, that doesn't make much sense, does it?" he shook his head "But your mother told me you're very good at school, I'm sure you'll go through it without problem. What's your favorite subject, if you don't mind me asking?" He wanted to get to know the boy directly, through his own words rather than just through what Cara had told him already.

He raised his eyebrows "Is that so? I thought that was only a Colorado thing. Are they better than Aspen?" Naturally, being from Europe, Arnaud usually visited the Alps whenever he felt like doing a little winter trip. "Me? Skiing? I'm afraid I never took a taste for it, but I do love snowboarding" Bingo! Something in common he could talk to the kid about. "Of course I'm no professional, but I've been doing it since I was a teen" he flashed a grin at Finn "You should definitely go for it, Finn. Have you ever tried it at all or would this be your first time?"

Finn shrugged his shoulders. "I'm okay if she's okay" he said simply. He didn't have anything to say in the men that his mother dated, if she liked him, then what else was to say? Finn took another bite of his meal.

At his next question about school, he nodded his head slowly. "Yeah, it was okay, we didn't do much, but they gave us a lot of homework too" he explained, feeling rather frustrated about that.

Cara was watching them interact attentively. Finn was a shy kid, but he was speaking more than she expected and that had to be a good sign. "Vermont has great skiing centers" Cara explained before sipping her coffee. "And Finn likes skiing, isn't that right, love?" She smiled at her son.

"Yes, I do, but this time I want to try snowboarding" he told Cara and Arnaud. "Snowboarding sounds fun" Cara smiled. "Do you like skiing, darling?" She then asked her boyfriend. @sadprosenauroras

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Babette frowned, feeling anger bubbling inside her chest, an emotion not often at play inside of her. She hated that woman, she really did. So much, that she would not have minded knocking her teeth off, even though she was not a person prone to violent impulses or intrusive thoughts. "I can imagine, the poor poussin. Can't Ambrose pull some strings? Get a..." she snapped her fingers, trying to remember what was the english term for what she wanted to say "Injonction restrictive...An order to make her stay away? Clearly there is enough motive for any judge, she is an addict!". It was clear as day that Colleen was better off with no mother at all than that awful woman in her life.

She ran her fingers softly through his hair, finding comfort in the warm weight of his head on her lap, while she held her glass of water in her free hand "Not much. Things are a little bit quiet at the rescue. I believe the vet is coming tomorrow to check on that new mare and her foal that we rescued a while back, but it is only a routine check-up. I was thinking of asking Finn to help me with that. The foal has taken a liking to him. How about you? Big plans for tomorrow or just the usual?"

Liam sighed and shook his head slowly. "She showed up at Colleen's school" he told her. "It was ugly, I had to go with Declan to the school to get her out, poor thing was traumatized, spent the entire car ride home begging for Declan to change her to another school" Colleen was scared and ashamed that her classmates had to see that.

He had been telling Declan to get rid of her, permanently, but her brother still have doubts about that, which was interesting since Declan never doubted about those things. If it were up to Liam, he would've put a bullet through Moira's brain a long time ago.

He stood up, and took her hand. He liked that she was around, it was nice to get back home and find her there, to have dinner with her and to have her fall asleep in his arms every night. He followed her to the bedroom and got back into bed. As instructed, Lia laid down on the bed, resting his head on her lap. He liked being like this with her, she felt like comfort, it was home. "Do you have a long day tomorrow?" He asked softly, caressing her leg slowly. @sadprosenauroras

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"Then yes, I suppose I am her boyfriend. If you're okay with that too, of course" he eyed Finn trying to seem as nonchalant but friendly as possible. He really did not want to come off as if he was imposing himself on his life and his mum in any way.

"Might have some of those blueberry pancakes. Yours look amazing" he admitted, eyeing the food. Truth be told, he was too nervous to feel hungry, but he hoped that eating would help to settle him somewhat. So he ordered a few of those blueberry pancakes for himself, as well as a black coffee, and then turned his attention back to the conversation.

"Ah, nothing like a holiday break" he smiled "Was it a fun day? I imagined the school didn't make you do much work, with it being the last day and all". At least from what he knew of his own niece and nephes, last days usually involved lots of movies and games. Perhaps it was different here.

"Boston and Vermont? Sounds like fun! I visited Boston once or twice. Best clam chowder I've ever had in my life" he smiles quizzically "Why Vermont, though? Seems like an interesting choice". To be perfectly honest, he had no fucking clue what on earth there even was to do in Vermont. He barely knew where to locate it in a fucking U.S map. But he was french, so he shouldn't be expected to know that anyways.

Cara was slightly nervous as well. This was her only serious relationship she had after Seamus and one could even say this might be her first consensual relaitonship she ever had since her parents forced her to marry Seamus. And now, she was introducing the man she loved to the most important person in her life: her son.

She smiled at Arnaud, giving him a playful look. "I think I do want, yes" she winked at him playfully. "Do you want something to drink or eat? We are having pancakes" she told Arnaud before taking a bite of her own blueberry pancakes.

Finn sipped from his hot chocolate. He was a quiet boy, very introverted. He was also very cautious of adult men, except for his uncles. Finn did not have the best memories of his father, there was a permanent scar on his forearm.

"I'm okay" he said shyly, shrugging his shoulders. "Today was last day of school before the christmas break" he then said after a moment and took another bite of his meal.

"And now he's on holidays for a few weeks" she grinned. "And we are going on a little trip, aren't we?" She then smiled.

"Yes, we are going to Boston and Vermont" Finn told Arnaud.

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"Moira? What has that conne done now?" she snapped, rolling her eyes. She found it quite amusing that the word to describe that horrible woman in french was so similar to the one in english: cunt. Babette was a hard person to cross because of her serene demeanor. But little Colleen's mother, if the hag even deserved to be labelled as such, had managed to get on the wrong side of her in less than a minute of interaction. Babette loved that little girl fiercely and hated every time Moira showed up bringing her particular brand of toxicity into Colleen's life.

A soft smile danced on her lips. She really liked the way Liam said "our room" even though technically she still lived in the guest house with her sister. But she spent most nights with Liam, only sleeping once or twice a week at her own place to make sure Celine did not accidentally burn the place down, but her sister managed quite well on her own. So instead, slowly, small details of Babette's presence had began to appear permanently in Liam's room, making it more theirs than his, after all.

"As you wish, mon amour" she ran her hand lovingly through his hair. She was satisfied with convincing him to come back to bed rather than having to find him in the morning passed out on his desk in an awkward position. She rose to her feet, taking her glass of water in one hand and intertwining her fingers with Liam with the other. Once back in bed, she settled comfortably with her back resting against the pillows, and invited Liam to rest his head on her lap.

Liam smiled slightly at her and shook his head slowly. "A mixture of both, I suppose" he confessed. "Some business things" he murmured. "And Colleen and Moira and Declan..." he then added. His niece's well being was one of his main concerns, especially with a mother who randomly showed up completely high and made scenes. He was worried about Finn too, but less so than Colleen. There was no one from Seamus' family trying anything sketchy, but he did keep tabs on them as well, just in case.

Babe sat on his lap and he let his hand caress her back in a loving and soothing manner. He couldn't help but to let out a soft chuckle. "You are right about that" he allowed.

He knew she was right, he needed to go back to bed and try to get some rest. It was late enough, he might fall asleep now. "No laptops in bed" he shook his head. "I don't like bringing work to our room" he said softly, before reaching out for the laptop pad and saved the documment he was working on and closed his laptop. "I like to keep things separate" he then explained. Their room was a sacred place for him, it was his and her space. Liam then pressed a sweet kiss on her temple.

"Okay, let's go to bed, pretty lady" he murmured softly.

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Babette shrugged "Maybe I could have helped. Is it the insomnia or is something else on your mind?" She knew sometimes she could get Liam to relax enough to go back to sleep. It did not happen as often as she would have liked, but it was always worth a try.

"I wanted a glass of water" she explained, taking another sip from the glass she had left on the table before making herself comfortable on her boyfriend's lap. "A good suggestion coming from not the best authority on the matter" she smiled. Her observation was meant to be a joke, not a reproach of any sort, because she knew Liam could not simply will his insomnia away.

“You should come back to bed too” she suggested, pressing her fingers softly against his temples to ease away some of the tension “Try to sleep a little bit. And even if you cannot, it is better if you eventually fall asleep from exhaustion on the bed than here on the desk. You could bring the laptop with you, I do not mind the screen light. But falling asleep on the desk is not good for you, mon amour".

When Babette woke up in the middle of the night because she was thirsty, she was not at all surprised to find herself alone in the bed and the spot beside her long cold.

Rubbing her face with a small yawn, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up to get a glass of water. Her bare feet padded soundlessly on the floor when she was on her way back to the room. However, she hesitated, and then changed her direction towards Liam's study, where, unsurprisingly, the light was on and filtering from the small gap of the half-closed door.

Babette knocked on the door gently to make her presence known, peeking her golden head through the doorway.

"There you are" she spoke in her soft accent, entering the study after a moment and leaving her glass in a corner of the desk "How long have you been here? I didn't feel you get out of bed this time, I'm sorry".

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The smile Cara gave him was enough to calm some of his nerves. It spread a pleasant, soothing warmth across his chest. He loved that woman, had done so for years, even when he could not act upon those feelings. By God, he would do everything within his power to be worthy of being a part of her life. And that started by winning over the person that was undoubtedly the most important one in the equation.

"Good things, I hope" he grinned, before getting distracted by the boy's words. His eyebrows shot upwards while he fought and amused smirk. Smart one, he was. But of course, he already knew that "Indeed, if your mother will have, of course" he winked at Cara, before daring to take a seat next to her. He felt like a teenager meeting his girlfriend's parents for the first time. "Mon Dieu, start acting like a fucking adult, Pierot" he chastised himself before focusing on the boy seating across from them.

"Hello, Finn" he smiled warmly, as was his nature. He had been almost tearing his brain apart trying to figure out the best way to greet this kid for the first time. He did not want to come off as either cold or as one of those adults that pretended to be the kid's buddy. Or worst, their dad. So instead, he figured he could extend his hand to him and hopefully make him feel as important as he was "It's great to finally get to meet you. Your mother here has told me so many great things about you. How are you doing?"

Arnaud could not remember the last time he felt nervous. Just, truly, genuinely and annoyingly nervous. The kind of nerves that turned your stomach into unpleasant knots and made you regret whatever you had eaten last. The kind of nerves that made your hands go numb and your throat go dry. Oh, he could not remember the last time he had felt this way, and Oh how he hated it. As an extroverted, confident man, he was certainly not used to this crippling anxiety.

This was ridiculous! He was excellent with children! His niece and nephews adored him! He knew how to make them laugh, how to keep them entertained and how to make them feel cherished. And yet, and yet...They were his nephews, they were family. They were used to him.

Cara's son, on the other hand? He was about to meet him for the first time.

What if he thought he was too much? What if he thought him annoying? Rude? Unfit for his mother? Most of the time, Arnud could not be bothered with the way others might or might not be put off by his personality. But this was different. He was in love with this kid's mother to the point that it made him stupid. And he knew Finn was the center of Cara's universe, rightfully so.

Good Lord, if he did not make good impression on this boy, he was, as the Americans so nicely put it: fucked.

He could see them up ahead. He could recognize Cara in any crowd, any time. His heart beat increased, but this time not because of the breathtakingly beautiful woman he loved, but because of the smaller figure beside her.

"Lord, I know I'm not a devoted Christian...or hardly any type of Christian for the matter, but please let this kid like me" he prayed to whomever might listen, before finally pulling himself together with his usual charming smile, and making his way over to them.

"I do hope I am not interrupting an important date" he cleared his throat as he approached them, and grinned...shyly, for fuck's sake. He was grinning shyly.

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When Babette woke up in the middle of the night because she was thirsty, she was not at all surprised to find herself alone in the bed and the spot beside her long cold.

Rubbing her face with a small yawn, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up to get a glass of water. Her bare feet padded soundlessly on the floor when she was on her way back to the room. However, she hesitated, and then changed her direction towards Liam's study, where, unsurprisingly, the light was on and filtering from the small gap of the half-closed door.

Babette knocked on the door gently to make her presence known, peeking her golden head through the doorway.

"There you are" she spoke in her soft accent, entering the study after a moment and leaving her glass in a corner of the desk "How long have you been here? I didn't feel you get out of bed this time, I'm sorry".

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Arnaud could not remember the last time he felt nervous. Just, truly, genuinely and annoyingly nervous. The kind of nerves that turned your stomach into unpleasant knots and made you regret whatever you had eaten last. The kind of nerves that made your hands go numb and your throat go dry. Oh, he could not remember the last time he had felt this way, and Oh how he hated it. As an extroverted, confident man, he was certainly not used to this crippling anxiety.

This was ridiculous! He was excellent with children! His niece and nephews adored him! He knew how to make them laugh, how to keep them entertained and how to make them feel cherished. And yet, and yet...They were his nephews, they were family. They were used to him.

Cara's son, on the other hand? He was about to meet him for the first time.

What if he thought he was too much? What if he thought him annoying? Rude? Unfit for his mother? Most of the time, Arnaud could not be bothered with the way others might or might not be put off by his personality. But this was different. He was in love with this kid's mother to the point that it made him stupid. And he knew Finn was the center of Cara's universe, rightfully so.

Good Lord, if he did not make good impression on this boy, he was, as the Americans so nicely put it: fucked.

He could see them up ahead. He could recognize Cara in any crowd, any time. His heart beat increased, but this time not because of the breathtakingly beautiful woman he loved, but because of the smaller figure beside her.

"Lord, I know I'm not a devoted Christian...or hardly any type of Christian for the matter, but please let this kid like me" he prayed to whomever might listen, before finally pulling himself together with his usual charming smile, and making his way over to them.

"I do hope I am not interrupting an important date" he cleared his throat as he approached them, and grinned...shyly, for fuck's sake. He was grinning shyly.

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