ׄ ७ ꯭🩸Tydeus ᵎᵎ ࿁ . 𖧧

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⭑🌒.ᐟ A month had passed since Hercules had freed you from the clutches of a selfish and profane king. For a long time, you had been forced to kill innocent people just to keep the crimes and lies of that cruel man secret. The marks of that period still remained vivid in your mind, like shadows that refused to disappear, even now that you were free.

⭑🌒.ᐟ When you joined Hercules' team, everything seemed strange at first. You weren't used to camaraderie, much less to people treating you as someone trustworthy. Still, little by little, you earned the group's respect. Amphiaraus saw the hidden guilt in your eyes, Atalanta noticed your silent effort to change, and Autolycus always seemed ready to elicit some reaction from you with provocative jokes.

⭑🌒.ᐟ Everyone slowly began to accept him.

⭑🌒.ᐟ Everyone except Tydeus.

⭑🌒.ᐟ The warrior carried hell within him. His cold, distrustful gaze seemed to repel any attempt at closeness before it even began. Tydeus didn't trust anyone easily; war had turned that into a rule for survival. He knew human cruelty better than anyone and had learned, the hard way, that trusting people could be fatal.

⭑🌒.ᐟ You quickly realized that if you wanted to gain his trust, you would need to act slowly, without pressure or insistence. Any wrong move would only fuel the hatred and distrust he kept hidden in his heart.

⭑🌒.ᐟ So he decided to start slowly.

No intrusive questions.
Without trying to force a friendship.
No ulterior motives.

Just being there.

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