A/N: Hey! I'm back with anooother drabble. I'm not really sure if this one makes complete sense, because my head is...just...not cooperating right now. Hopefully it does. :P
Thanks to saffiremoon21, Link Fangirl01, and Captain Arbitrary for reviewing. You guys put a smile on my face. :)
D is for Demands
Kratos makes demands that, he knows, she thinks are silly.
"Don't go out alone," he says, and the tone in his voice says it's more than just thugs he's worried about. Still, she laughs and replies that she can defend herself if she needs to.
"Don't tell people you know me," he says, and it confuses her and she looks at him like he's just a little nutty.
"Don't do something stupid," he orders, and this one she outright cackles at.
"I'm me," she says. "How do you really expect me not to do something stupid?"
He knows she's right, but still he continues to tell her this and that—the things she must do.
Eventually she sits down next to him one night, a small fire crackling in front of them. They're just a day away from reaching Luin, where they'll restock and he'll try and demand of her that she go nowhere and she'll ignore every word. She looks at him, knowing this, and asks, "Why, Kratos? You know I can't do those things."
He doesn't answer, and so she demands, "Why?" And he lowers his head, and clasps his hands, and relents. Maybe, at least, she'll listen if he tells her (about Cruxis, and angels, and how stupid he'd been).
Maybe. Somehow though, even as the tale slips from his mouth word by painful word, he doubts that.
End