The Scared God [ManXManXMan]

Chapter Seven: Наст - Nast

[AN: WARNING: Vague suicidal thoughts.]

~Chapter Seven: Наст – Nast~

After the revelation of Perun's status in his relationship, I start to keep an eye on the two gods' interactions, certain I might suddenly spot some sort of proof of what Hors told me now that I know what to look for. However, it does not go as planned at all. In fact, all that ends up happening over the course of an entire week is that I willingly spend more time around Perun; there are no hints or even subtle acts of deference that should be present if Perun really is the fuck boy. In fact, it seems to be the opposite.

While he definitely defers to the sun god in terms of meals and other household things, Perun is typically the one who sets the rules, makes the choices, and takes care of everything outside the house. For all intents and purposes, Perun seems like the bread winner while Hors is the stay-at-home wife. Either Hors was messing with me when he said that Perun was the catcher or there is something I am missing.

Do I really want to know, though?

The smarter, more fearful side of me says 'no' and suggests I return to hiding like a hermit in the attic room until my inevitable death. The other angry, more spiteful side wants me to pursue this until I either find the lie in Hors' words or come across proof of what Hors told me. I am not quite certain what I would do with the information should the latter happen, as it is not like it truly matters, but it might give me something to think about while I am stuck here.

However, I am starting to wonder if it is worth it...

"Veles, there's something we need to talk about," Perun announces, walking into the living room, which I am currently occupying in an attempt to eavesdrop on the other two gods without being seen. Seen or not, though, it is likely that they could sense me, since Perun had not even pause in the doorway before walking right up to me, as if he knew I was here the entire time.

Is it even eavesdropping if they know I am listening in on their conversations?

"Leave me alone, Perun," I sneer, quickly rising from the couch before Perun can get too close.

Unfortunately, though, Perun does not seem to understand even simple words, since he tries to follow me as I round the couch to avoid brushing by him as I leave the room. "We really need to talk, Veles," my enemy replies, hot on my heels as I head for the stairs. There is a clatter of metal on tile in the kitchen when I pass through the hallway, but I pay it little mind, even if it does make my hand flinch involuntarily as I reach for the banister, almost causing me to pull up short.

Just as I set foot on the third step, with the king god only two steps behind me, Hors appears in the hallway. "Perun," his boyfriend snaps, making said god freeze in place. Perhaps it was the tone or Hors' warning glare, but I do not wait to see how Perun reacts to the silent warning before bounding up the rest of the stairs and quickly shut the door behind me. I wince when it ends up slamming and making the doorframe shake, the jarring noise tugging at my already frayed nerves.

I know it is partially my fault for spending so much time down there when I should stay hidden up in my room, but Perun and the fears he makes me feel are driving me up a wall. When all I felt for him was seething anger, it was easier to handle since he makes himself a very easy target. However, my anger has dimmed a bit from a week of constant exposure to their annoyingly domestic lifestyle, leaving only my anxiety and paranoia to grow in its absence.

It is pathetic.

Running a hand through my hair in frustration, I glare at the door, daring Perun to come in to give me a reason to throw a chair at his head. However, I know he will not. When it is time for meals, neither of them have any qualms with invading my personal space. I have already been dropped into their bathtub four more times this week, as they seem to have realized that it is the fastest way to make me get out of bed when I would otherwise refuse, not wanting to deal with Perun's idiotic face over breakfast first thing in the morning.