The Third sin

Wakey wakey!!

Tw's: swearing, dreams, burnt toast.  

After Aristaeus had made this statement, Hades view was turning a shade of grey and soon his vision was black. He took a deep breath. 

And opened his eyes to his best friend, who was shaking him awake, screeching in his ears that they were late for breakfast. 

"FUCKING FINALLY MAN GET UP! YOU KNOW WE HAVE THAT MEETING WITH LARL TODAY AND YOU'RE STILL IN BLOODY PAJAMAS! GET YOUR ASS UP I HAVE SHIT TO DO." Elixir was pissed and while Hades groggily got dressed, he began to recall his dream. It was inaccurate in so many ways it was ridiculous. 

He decided to begin recalling his dream's faults at it's main parts. Hades did not win the fight between him and Elixir, he go this beat into the fucking ground: because no matter how much he wished he hadn't mis stepped into a punch he couldn't change that. The fight didn't even have any relevance to finding out which sin he was, it was just two young boys fighting over a small disagreement. The two had become closer than ever after that. Magni hadn't only been gone for a week, he'd left for two months so Hades and Elixir could become better friends, even though it turned out Elixir was watching for certain traits in Hades behaviour and such to align him a sin. 

Hades began to walk down the stairs toward the kitchen where he could smell freshly burnt toast and overcooked eggs, as he realised he was mostly recalling how he met Magni.  

Hades had recently done some soul searching and found that he had an enormous crush on the dirty blonde, and wanted to ask him if he felt the same, but didn't want to ruin what they had. They had never fought and it was so peaceful in the relationship they had created, no matter what it was called, Hades wanted it to last forever.