Kratos was only snapped out of his trance when he'd felt the gentle prod to his arm. When he turned away from those wings, he, for a moment, was taken aback. Everything was dark. The Life Man frowned, blinked, and then turned to look away as his lover went to fetch Shadow. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was a tad frightened. Blindly reaching for the knob of the door to the villa, he left it open for Léan and Shadow while he used his memory in finding the sofa.

It took a few stumbles, but he managed, and when he seated himself, he could feel his heart beat take on a strange rhythm. Strange for the normal human being; but, normal for him. Leaning back, he slid his eyes shut and forced himself to relax. Perhaps, he was being tense; or, maybe, it had something to do with Sebastian's wings.

Odd, though, Kratos has never lost his sight before. It must be a temporary thing after staring for too long.

The sound of shuffling of feet, caught his attention, and he, with his eyes still closed, turned towards the siad sound. Léan must be back inside. "Léan?" he called out, hesitation apparent in his voice. All he really wanted right now was for him to hold his lover while stuff was going on outside.


Hebs blinked and then chuckled softly. "Yes," he started, "You are part of our family now, after all." Reaching out to put his hand over Damon's own, the scaled snake human glanced out the window. "Live?" Ah. Yes. That was true. They didn't travel; but, they had plans to. Gian had been adamant about the idea; but, he wasn't sure how that was going to go.

"We will, once the matter settles down. Once we get back." Going back reminded him that he has yet to have Gian contact his childhood friend. They should've already found Arcturus.


"Of course," was all Johnny replied to Blake's answer when he told him he'd show him his schedule tomorrow. And, like the other, he stopped in midstep when the boy answered to his favor. That was true. The Marshals were, indeed, going to freak out. The thought was amusing to him, so he wasn't able to hold his lips back from curling up and into a slight smile.

Following Blake up the stairs, he started preparing their dinner, leaving himself just a bit and enough to fill his stomach so he could get back to work. If anything, Johnny preferred busying himself than having to have free time in his hands.