Eleven
[After agreeing to throwing out his money to a cause he did not think himself able, Poseidon played Nimue's tune as she had called it. He couldn't give his money out to bitches with cancer or something discreet, no he had to play this gig like he meant it and damn it all if it wasn't taking a swallow of pride to do. Only Zeus had ever made him back down, even Amphitrite on a good day, but this bitch was just pushing his buttons.
Aside from that, being held up behind bars in a jumper wasn't exactly the way he wanted to spend his next vacation. He'd played that gig in a life before and died before ever getting released. It wasn't exactly the way he wanted to plan his exit this time.
It didn't mean his tongue wasn't bitter in publicly handing over a check to a Battered Women's shelter as if he was some knight on a shining horse, having to play out that the recent suit inspired him to donate the money. It was like vinegar on the tongue. Bitter as fucking hell.]
Bitches better be thankful I'd rather pull them out by their necks then give them money. That was a tough fucking pill to swallow.
[Nimue]
This doesn't work I'm hunting your ass down and you'll be buried under water and ash.
Aside from that, being held up behind bars in a jumper wasn't exactly the way he wanted to spend his next vacation. He'd played that gig in a life before and died before ever getting released. It wasn't exactly the way he wanted to plan his exit this time.
It didn't mean his tongue wasn't bitter in publicly handing over a check to a Battered Women's shelter as if he was some knight on a shining horse, having to play out that the recent suit inspired him to donate the money. It was like vinegar on the tongue. Bitter as fucking hell.]
Bitches better be thankful I'd rather pull them out by their necks then give them money. That was a tough fucking pill to swallow.
[Nimue]
This doesn't work I'm hunting your ass down and you'll be buried under water and ash.