Helen stared out at the rapidly darkening sky, eyes glittering like stars in an onyx night as she watched the red and amber stripes fade to a more mundane obsidian colour, as if someone had grabbed the batter to a dark chocolate cake and swiped it over a goldenly baked cake. “I don’t understand, I’ve never met anyone like you before!” She sat on the widows walk above her bedroom, legs dangling over the railing. Despite the danger a mortal might sense, she only felt a feeling of comfort. She could hear the faint noises of a television playing downstairs, and her father, Jerry, laughing at the football.

“You should be grateful for that.” Lucas mumbled quietly under his breath, unable to look at her even though he wanted to so badly. “Scions are both dangerous and helpful people, Helen. As you know, I’m from the House of Thebes, a somewhat descendant of Poseidon, as you’ll know from Hector who almost drowned you last night. Now, Helen. You may be stronger than us, but Creon is a huge factor in the House of Thebes. Menoceus looks nothing like him, but Hector sure damn does. His mother is just a mortal, but his father is a long gone man despite still being alive.”

“Helen…” his throat was strangled as he tried to turn to her. “None of my family knows what house you are, but you’re connected to Zeus, that’s for sure. Now, I know none of this coming from my tongue makes sense, but the Iliad should explain it better. And if you’re still struggling…well. Well find a way.”

“But, Helen, the truth is, you’re a scion now, you can’t hide into that shell forever. I get it, it’s a lot to adjust to in just a week. But these women and possibly tantalus is coming after you, you need to be protected.” His jaw clenched and a shadow crossed his forehead and to his eyes. “Just stay safe, Helen. And go to bed.”

“You won’t be cold?” She said quietly as she stood.

“No,” he lied, unwilling to add the part where he tells her how he truly feels. “I’ll be fine.”

“Goodnight, Lucas,” she said softly, her voice dreamy.

“Goodnight, Helen.”

And so the two souls, though trying to merge into each other and bind like soulmates, the mortal mind had more sensibility than the souls. So their bodies had silent arguments and shared scowls as they separated for the night, each in their own thoughts with sweet smiles on their faces.