mythsandmonsters:
“Just how the genetic dice fall sometimes, eh?”
Theron supposed for a moment that without Hecate’s intervention, he could have stood a good chance of going down that route, lacking any sort of guidance or reason, and turned loose upon the mortal realm. After all, he came from death, so it was in his blood, and the only thing that had given him any moral compass on it was a little nurturing by someone who had his best interests at heart, and that even his mother couldn’t argue against.
“I guess so. I came out a cute little skank and, well, look at dad and my mother.”
Just the thought of it was making her giggle again, eyes bright with amusement. She knew she was a very odd twist of the Fates and she, quite honestly, adored her aunts. Well, at least the two out of three she had actually met with them.