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WHO: Clio and Patrick
WHAT: More floof?
WHEN: After imprisoning the Antichrist
WHERE: Patrick's apartment
WARNINGS: YBD
Patrick made his way home slowly, trying to reconcile what he had just done in his head. He had willingly trapped a living thing inside a coffin, knowing it would make said thing suffer. Sure it was the Antichrist and sure said Antichrist had raped his brother's girlfriend and then threatened to rape him, but Patrick still didn't feel great about it.
He entered the apartment, the key to Joshua's coffin held tightly in his hand. Instead of yelling for Clio, he went to find her. He knew this was what she wanted and it meant that Wrath didn't have to worry about Joshua showing up either. He still had to convince himself it was right.
When he caught sight of Clio though, he smiled and held up the key. "Hey you. Got you a present."
WHAT: More floof?
WHEN: After imprisoning the Antichrist
WHERE: Patrick's apartment
WARNINGS: YBD
Patrick made his way home slowly, trying to reconcile what he had just done in his head. He had willingly trapped a living thing inside a coffin, knowing it would make said thing suffer. Sure it was the Antichrist and sure said Antichrist had raped his brother's girlfriend and then threatened to rape him, but Patrick still didn't feel great about it.
He entered the apartment, the key to Joshua's coffin held tightly in his hand. Instead of yelling for Clio, he went to find her. He knew this was what she wanted and it meant that Wrath didn't have to worry about Joshua showing up either. He still had to convince himself it was right.
When he caught sight of Clio though, he smiled and held up the key. "Hey you. Got you a present."
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At least she hoped.
When she heard him she looked up, and felt some guilt she'd had him deal with this. But she hadn't known anyone else who could have lured this antichrist thing to where he'd needed to go. "Hey." She frowned before looking at the key. She hadn't an ounce of magic in her, but she knew those sigils. And it looked suspiciously red.
"Oh." She set her papers down and rose, taking the key almost gingerly and turned it over to trace the sigils. There was satisfaction there though. The dark part of her that made her the daughter of an Olympian and a Titan. She curled her fingers over the key and sighed.
She looked up at Patrick and smiled, "sorry. I didn't know who else he'd follow. I know that was a shitty thing to ask."
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