Just because you can doesn't mean you should.

"Just because you can doesn't mean you should. Sometimes things have to go wrong in order to go right." -Ash. Acheron Parthenopaeus (pronounced Ack-uh-rohn Par-thin-OH-PAY-us) was born as Apostolos, the Final Fate, beloved son of Apollymia Katastrafia Megola, pantokrataria (Apollymi the Great Destroyer, all powerful.) Ash is currently 11, 561 years old, and married to Soteria Eleni Athena Kafieri, now an immortal goddess thanks to her mother-in-law, Apollymi. Acheron is the master at avoiding personal questions; if you ask him something personal, don't expect a straight answer.

 

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Ash hated to let anyone so close to him, and Tory had been the only one other than Simi to be as close to him as Kenzie was. But Ash felt a strong urge to protect Kenzie, and to put her needs before his discomfort.

Nodding, he opened his arms to Kenzie. Her head, as…

Ash felt Kenzie’s body relax against his and heard her thought quiet into those of someone who’s entered the realm of sleep. Ash began to feel more comfortable around Kenzie, and he was wondering what to do with her sleeping form when someone entered her store.

"You are touching what is mine."

The words immediately set his temper on edge and it was all he could do not to snap back at the newcomer and embarass or irritate Kenzie. Ash was strongly against any idea or insinuation of a human being owned in any way. The way this new person referred to Kenzie as if she was just an object to be bargained bothered him on a deep level, deeper than he thought appropriate for someone he had just met.

Distorted Paradox: finalfate-apostolos: Ash resisted the urge to get up and move away...

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Ash resisted the urge to get up and move away from her—she was so close to him, he could feel her body heat. Ash had never been comfortable with human contact, because it had always been demanded of him, never offered kindly. “And you, Kenzie, are your own person….

Ash hated to let anyone so close to him, and Tory had been the only one other than Simi to be as close to him as Kenzie was. But Ash felt a strong urge to protect Kenzie, and to put her needs before his discomfort. 

Nodding, he opened his arms to Kenzie. Her head, as she moved into his arms, knocked his glasses aside, so Ash simply took them off, keeping his eyes closed and his chin on Kenzie’s head…

How he wished he’d had someone to hold him like this. A mother who didn’t ignore him, or a father who didn’t have him publicly beat every time he laid eyes upon his son. How he wished he had known his real mother, had grown up with her love, had been able to know her as every child should know their mother.

My name is Nick Gautier and this is the story of my life. First off, get the name right. It’s pronounced Go-shay not Go-tee-ay or Goat-chay (that has an extra H in it and as my mom says we’re so poor we couldn’t afford the extra letter). I’m not some fancy French fashion designer. I’m just a regular kid… well as regular as someone with a stripper for a mother and a career felon for a father can be.

Nick Gautier (via ryouta-aomine)

Distorted Paradox: finalfate-apostolos: Something inside Ash snapped when he heard Kenzie...

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Something inside Ash snapped when he heard Kenzie ask him for permission to move. Centuries of suffering he had under control came to the surface—he was once again a young boy used as a sex slave for his uncle and his friends. He had vowed to never again bow down to

Ash resisted the urge to get up and move away from her—she was so close to him, he could feel her body heat. Ash had never been comfortable with human contact, because it had always been demanded of him, never offered kindly. “And you, Kenzie, are your own person. Never talk up to me again, I’m not better than you, and there is no reason for you to treat me as a superior. I wouldn’t lay a finger on you to harm you ever.Kenzie’s head on his lap brought back painful memories of other who’d forced him to take that position before them. Ash pushed them back before gently grabbing Kenzie’s chin and making her look at him. Her tear-streaked face evoked in him a fierce sense of protectiveness. “You don’t belong to anyone, and don’t ever let anyone control you, Kenzie.”

Distorted Paradox: finalfate-apostolos: Simi bounced out of the store, talking about...

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Simi bounced out of the store, talking about food—Ash let her go, not hearing his words. He was more concerned with Kenzie’s reaction. He saw her stiffen as she looked down and away from him. Her whole demeanor changed as she stammered out an answer to his question….

Something inside Ash snapped when he heard Kenzie ask him for permission to move. Centuries of suffering he had under control came to the surface—he was once again a young boy used as a sex slave for his uncle and his friends. He had vowed to never again bow down to anyone, but Ash found himself dropping to his knees in front of Kenzie, head bowed. “Forgive me Akra, for raising my voice.”  Akra. Master, The only person he’d addressed in that manner since Atlantis had been Artemis, and he only did so because she despised it when he did. “I will never disrespect you in such a way again. I beg of you, beat me as you see fit. I will take as many lashes as it takes to pay for my insolence.”

He hadn’t spoken in such a manner or in such a submissive tone since before he’d died, but it didn’t matter to him. He felt Kenzie’s pain, saw her sorrow, understood the fear behind her actions; he’d had to battle himself for centuries to get rid of many survival instincts he’d developed back then, and still he couldn’t bring himself to show others his eyes. Even now he looked at the ground by Kenzie’s feet, keeping his eyes out of sight, just as he’d been taught by all those who had beat him at the sight of them. “My will is yours, Akra.