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[b][center][color=#b2617f]ℂ 𝕆 𝕄 𝕌 𝕊[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=#b2617f][I]sᴇᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ​[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=#b2617f][b]sᴛᴏᴄᴋ sᴛɪʟʟ, ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
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	[indent][indent][sup][h2][color=black]“Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”[/color]
[color=91A6B4]  “Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”[/color][/h2][/sup]
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	The words were not lost on her as she sat in the back, amidst the acrid smells and seething remarks. Before the Morrigan had snapped the string of sanity within her, Comus was about to be on her merry way to mingle with great uncle Zeus and the rest of the party squad. Dare she say she was even a little envious of the attention Ben was showering her professor in. [color=#b2617f][sub][i]'She's not even her professor!'[/i][/sub][/color] she wanted to scream it aloud for all the room to hear and be just as annoyed with her as she was with witnessing the blatant flirting. [color=#b2617f][sub][i]'However,'[/i][/sub][/color] the though crosses between her ears as she thought back to last nights endeavors between the sheets at Casa de Acropolis and a wicked smirk pulled at her full lips. 

That is, until those ten little words were spoken into existence and then played on repeat. Hephaestus was dead. Gone. One of them, one of the GODS. Dead. How? Who? When? The voices within her ranted and raged. Even with the howling whispers filling the space within her, time seemed to slow as Comus caught sight of her father slipping through the door. Out of breath and ragged, most likely from a run across campus - he did have a test today - tousled hair and wrinkled clothes, Dionysus had finally decided to grace the rest of them with his presence even if no one else seemed to notice. 

Ares had already flipped a table and held a drawn gun towards Shango's face, something that she would have found a lot of glee in bearing witness to [color=#b2617f][sub][i]'Another time'[/i][/sub][/color] a small voice chimes in somewhere under all the screams within her head. While the rest of her family was either throwing out accusations, taking a nap, or just standing there looking like idiots they all failed to notice the young woman [s][i]nothing new[/i][/s] slip out of her seat; albeit not gracefully, but she never claimed to be, and slide into the space next to the god of parties slumped against the wall.

There wasn't anything within her arsenal of talents that could prepare her for comforting her father of all people. The person in her life that is supposed to be the one she goes to when shit like this happens. Instead she just sat there next to him. Eyes staring straight ahead, field of vision consisting of a lot of legs - both of the godly and chair variety. A few beats passed, and it looked like he was about to put away his flask of liqueur, letting his head hang. Comus quickly released him of the burden of his drink, taking a large, long swig - pleasantly surprised to find that he had indeed switched it up and replaced the whiskey for some Ouzo - and let out a long sigh. Tears of her own threatening to break her lash line. 

This was so out of her wheelhouse, but she managed to push the tears back, the voices were clamped down on and she muscled through it, a small smile on her face that she hoped translated into her words as well, [color=#b2617f]"You're supposed to be merry and jolly,"[/color] her voice was on the edge of cracking, even with the low pitch she produced. [color=#b2617f]"Ya know? Partying it up with the co-eds, snorting cocaine off of Diamond's tits in the VIP rooms at Tlaz's place? [i]Skatá...[/i] going to fuckin' class? You fuckin' nerd,"[/color] her chuckle was shallow, like it was caught in her throat, and although she meant the words she still nudged his shoulder a tad, just to jostle him from his pity party of one. With her free hand she ran her lithe fingers through her tresses, coming in contact with more than a few tangles and knots in the process. 

A curse or two passed under her breath as time seemed to pass around them. She can't even be sure as to what was going on in the room anymore, just that there were still beings present, their proximity hadn't changed all that much. But the voices, the noises internally... they were starting to settle. Comus liked to think it was because of the booze, but that would be foolish... She turned back to the male besides her, [color=#b2617f]"I know. Me too..."[/color] she tapped the flask to her temple, reassuring him that he wasn't the only one suffering, that she was there too, before releasing another sigh and taking another long sip and holding it out for him to take.

Movement and shuffling caught the goddess' eye as a pair of legs, swathed in charcoal grey threaded with deep eggplant sauntered up to the two of them. Comus, who had been sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest, one hand tangled in her hair, the other arm lounging atop her knee, peered up into the face of the man that decided to check up on the two of them. The light behind his head of dark hair made it seem as if he obtained a halo of sorts. An internal snort sounded through her mind at the thought. Hades stood there above the both of them, gazing down at the both of them... no correction, towards Dionysus with such sympathy and concern. The look a father should have when coming to console his child. With warm words and an even warmer embrace. Calming auras and helpful hands. A telltale sign that she had no idea how to be there for someone in a dark time. But, she was affected too... [color=#b2617f][sub][i]'the cost of having to grow up too soon?'[/i][/sub][/color]

[indent][indent][right][sup][i]And in that moment, Coco felt very much an outsider.[/i][/sup][/right]
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[sub]interactions: [@pandapolio], [@sly13] if you squint [i]really[/i] hard[/sub][/right]

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