Hiro and Rophar just looked at each
other. Hiro could still taste the blood in his mouth. Dammit. Why had he
gone off like that? Allow himself to snap like that? He had never let himself
go off like that before. What was different? And he had even called Ruby
a DRAGON for crying out load. Why?
He looked behind Ruby and saw Lucia, a vision, he had never seen Athena except as a statue, but somehow (he made a quick mental prayer of forgiveness) he doubted even the Goddess could surpass Lucia's beauty. He was utterly stunning in the costume Jean had picked out for her. But she could have been wearing rags and Hiro would of found Lucia beautiful. It was like the Goddess herself had come to Lunar when Hiro had seen her come out the green crystal at the top of the blue spire. Much not to Ruby's amusement.
She might have smiled at him slightly for him gawking at her like he was, if him and Rophar didn't look like they had just tried to kill each other, which in a way, they had. Instead her face was one of confusion and concern. Hiro would hate himself for the rest of his life for not being able to see that smile. She was the reason. The possible loss of Ruby's friendship was tragic, but Lucia's? It would be the end of the world. That was why Hiro had snapped. That was why he had gone off at Rophar like he had. He had been afraid that Lucia, who had known for only so long, would hate him for being like Rophar: A man more interested in finding a cheap thrill than the actual woman.
Hiro didn't know what to say, what was there to say? Ruby had been right back at the baths in the Forest of Illusions, but for the wrong reasons, Grandpa HAD taught him better. Better than to try to solve a problem with fists, with violence. And what did he do when push came to shuff? Proved he was no better than Leo, not even thinking, just doing.
Hiro wiped the more of the blood off his face for lack of a better idea of what to do and looked at the green haired woman. "You . . ." He breathed. "You look beautiful Lucia."
Now he did get a smile. Hiro made another quick prayer to the Goddess.
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He looked behind Ruby and saw Lucia, a vision, he had never seen Athena except as a statue, but somehow (he made a quick mental prayer of forgiveness) he doubted even the Goddess could surpass Lucia's beauty. He was utterly stunning in the costume Jean had picked out for her. But she could have been wearing rags and Hiro would of found Lucia beautiful. It was like the Goddess herself had come to Lunar when Hiro had seen her come out the green crystal at the top of the blue spire. Much not to Ruby's amusement.
She might have smiled at him slightly for him gawking at her like he was, if him and Rophar didn't look like they had just tried to kill each other, which in a way, they had. Instead her face was one of confusion and concern. Hiro would hate himself for the rest of his life for not being able to see that smile. She was the reason. The possible loss of Ruby's friendship was tragic, but Lucia's? It would be the end of the world. That was why Hiro had snapped. That was why he had gone off at Rophar like he had. He had been afraid that Lucia, who had known for only so long, would hate him for being like Rophar: A man more interested in finding a cheap thrill than the actual woman.
Hiro didn't know what to say, what was there to say? Ruby had been right back at the baths in the Forest of Illusions, but for the wrong reasons, Grandpa HAD taught him better. Better than to try to solve a problem with fists, with violence. And what did he do when push came to shuff? Proved he was no better than Leo, not even thinking, just doing.
Hiro wiped the more of the blood off his face for lack of a better idea of what to do and looked at the green haired woman. "You . . ." He breathed. "You look beautiful Lucia."
Now he did get a smile. Hiro made another quick prayer to the Goddess.
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