War of Gods

*Nope, no one has claimed Orpheus yet. Guess what! I just learned how to play "Orpheus in the Underworld." And yes, it is a song. Orpheus is actually in Greek Mythology too. *

[Giovanna]

She arched an eye brow. "Oh? Why is that? Why don't you want me to blame Hart for this? Why, I ask you?"

Hart held is hands out and tried to hold Giovanna, but she backed away from him. Her intense glare still focused on Viola, her fear still pouring out. A few tears ran down her face and dripped off of her chin and to the floor.

"Why?" she asked quieter than before, but the rage was still present in her voice.

[Orpheus]

It was quiet... There wasn't anything to do so he decided to wander the house. See how many rooms there actually was. He jumps onto the stair rail and slid down, entering the kitchen. The fear burst out of it when the doors were open. It felt like he just got a hard punch to the gut.

"Bad time?" said Orpheus, glancing at the others. "Giovanna, y-your crying?"

She looked away from her brother, furiously wiping the tears away. Orpheus smiled and brought her closer to him. "It's alright," he said calmly.

"No it's not!" she yelled back.

Orpheus wiped the tears off of her face with a soft smile, then turned his attention to Viola and Hart. "What's going on?"

**Sorry! I'm in Florida and can't get on much!!**

Sam~

Sam walked out of the house, following Sirith's trail. She came to the beach, sitting on the railing near the sidewalk. Bodies littered the beach and Sirith was in the middle of it all. Sam sighed and lifted her hand in the air. The dead bodies turned to sand, not revealing anything of what Sirith had done. Sam slid off the railing and walked over to Sirith, sitting beside him and pulling her knees ti her chest.

"I'm sorry...about Naomi and Haimon." She said, burrying her face into her knees. "I wish he'd leave her soul alone so it could rest in peace."

[Sirith]

Sirith stared straight ahead, willing himself not to even glance at Sam. She looked too much like Naomi, but too different at the same time. The severed hand he had been holding dissolved into sand and he let it fall.

He had already decided not to talk to her when a thought ran across his mind. Sam wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the Naomi Sirith knew and this new Naomi. She had asked him once, but he had been too scared of remembering to tell her.

Angry at his fear, fear that had caused him so much pain, caused him to never let her go. Weakness. He had let Naomi inside and she had reconstructed him a little, then torn him down to a whole new level. How could he have been so stupid?!

I am not weak. He looked over at Sam, barely, focusing on the beach stretched out behind her and took a deep breath.

"Naomi was a good leader, she was relentless, and very organized. She was almost like me when she was mad, but she was cheerful most of the time. She stopped me from killing a lot of people, she used to be a pretty cool person," he murmured, more calmly than he had expected.

Sam was quite for a moment, probably processing the information. Then she smiled, "Thank you."

Sirith just nodded; she deserved to know that much.

Sam~

Sam stared out at the ocean, smiling to herself.

**Don't know what to wirte**

Viola-

"Giovanna if you can't just accept the fact that Hart and I ended it for you because you were too scared to tell him how you felt until the night I became the Godess of Emmotions then that is your problem. But I can't do this anymore, Hart is my friend and I thought you were too. I don't have the time or the patience to deal with this anymore, if I don't find a new source of power soon it won't matter at all, we will all die." Viola thought she would have screamed that because it felt like the appropriate thing to do, but she said it calmly. Giovann was still angry but she let Hart hold her. He whispered in her ear and eventually she stopped crying. Viola felt miserable now, she had a horrible feeling in her gut like they had less time then they thought.
She sighed and muttered and, "excuse me" before rushing out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She could hear Orpheus' footsteps behind her but didn't stop. She half ran to her room but despite her efforts he caught up and when she turned to close her door he stopped her.
"What?" she barked.

[Sirith]

Sirith chanced a look at Sam, feeling strangely calm. She doesn't look all that much like Naomi... he decided, then blinked abruptly. Why should he care what she looked like?

She must have noticed his scrutinizing because she looked over, offering an encouraging smile.

Sirith laughed. L-A-U-G-H-E-D. No joke. Mostly at himself, his idiocy and his situation. It was short, but enough to make Sam look at him as if she were mad.

"Did you just...laugh?" Sam asked, eyes wide.

Sirith suddenly realized how stupid he was being, he was allowing her in. Only slightly, but still... He had just murdered a whole bunch of people over losing Naomi and now he was allowing himself to almost enjoy the company of her sister?! Stupid stupid stupid!

"Sorry," he said roughly, turning away.

Sam~

"No," Sam smiled crawling on all fours in front of him, "Do it again! You have a awesome laugh!" She smiled and leaned in closer to see if he even made a slight laugh. She leaned back and pouted when he didn't laugh. "Puh-lease!" She begged, giving Sirith the puppy dog eyes.

[Sirith]

Sirith blinked rapidly, surprised by her sudden friendliness and leaned back when she came in closer. He breathed again when she leaned back, and studied her begging eyes carefully. Didn't she realize what he was going through?

Of course she does, he shook his head, She's just being friendly.

Her eyes went wider and her lower lip started quivering. Sirith felt his heart start hammering, she was making him nervous. How was he supposed to respond? If he got mad at her, the weird peace he was feeling would go away. He didn't want that, he was hardly ever calm.

She folded her arms and Sirith groaned slightly. "Ha," he said without any inflection in his voice.

She shook her head, "No, a real laugh!"

Sirith smiled briefly but didn't laugh. She's insane, he concluded, Completely insane.

Sam~

Sam smiled briefly but soon began to pout again. "Puh-lease Sirith!! Just once! Just one real laugh. Not a smile and not a...Ha," she imatated his deep voice perfectly. He still didn't laugh. "I'll tackle you if you don't laugh," she smiled devilishly and rocked back on her haunches, ready to lunge.

[Sirith]

Sirith's eyes went wide, wondering if she would really do as she threatened. He pursed his lips for a moment, then shook his head.

She shrugged and he flinched as she poised, ready to attack, "One more chance, laugh."

What on earth is wrong with you? he thought, trying to decide if she really would. She looked ready. He hated physical contact, and being tackled wasn't his favorite either. But, he wasn't one to be ordered around.

He shook his head again.

Sam~

Sam shrugged and smiled, lunging. She gripped his arms and rolled, trying to make him laugh. "Laugh!" She laughed as they rolled.

[Sirith]

Sirith stiffened, her smell was too close, her skin brushing his. He panicked, trying to escape, but her hands gripped his arms tightly. Holding his breath and closing his eyes, he threw his weight the opposite direction they were going.

They stopped for a while, but Sam was on top of him now, smiling crazily. She held his traumatized gaze, eyes dancing.

Sirith stared back, terrified, until he burst out laughing. This time it was long, loud, and almost happy. It actually felt kind of good, taking the pain away for a moment.

Sam~

Sam burst out laughing with Sirith and rolled off of him, "God! That took forever," she smiled, sitting up, her eyes locking on his smile. "Are you ticklish?" She asked and smiled down at him.

[Sirith]

Sirith's smile faded and he sat up, "No. I am not."

"Oh really?" Sam smirked, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah," he gulped, "Really." He scooted backwards, what on earth was he doing?! Sam just looked back at him, a smile of disbelief playing on her lips.

Sirith fought a smile and, having little experience with the sensation, failed. Every part of him was screaming to get out of there, but a small, growing part wouldn't allow it.

Sam~

Sam crawled towards him, beginning to tickle him. He began to laugh, which made her tickle him more. She smiled and stopped, sitting crosslegged and staring at him. "Though you said you weren't ticklish," she teased, smiling at him.