the last of us, c

"Shit" To most, it was known as the Didymos house. While Acheron never actually stayed at the beach-side mansion, his parents did from time to time. Apparently, his mother had found another young artist and wanted his opinion on it. Not that the dark-haired man didn't want to, but he really hated coming here in broad daylight when everyone could see him. He kept a pretty low profile with his identity as an artist, and wanted to keep it that way, especially now that his friends were living in the flat with him. A breath escaped him as he leaned back in the chair and covered his eyes with his arm. It wasn't until his mom came up that he finally lowered his arm, glancing up at the woman.

Despite living pretty close to both his parents, he'd decided it was better not to be around his parents while they were in town. They didn't spend that much time on the island, normally they were back in Greece, but on certain occasions, they liked giving surprise visits to their darling son. "He should be here soon. His work is very well done, not as good as yours of course. What mother wouldn't promote their own children first? I do hope you change into some decent clothes before you come down" The woman lectured as she stood in the doorway, hands on her hips as she watched him. Acheron nodded at her, then glanced away. It was only when she huffed and turned back into the mansion that he actually started to move. Long body stretching, the young artist cracked his back, then stood up.

He glanced over the balcony, seeing a car pull up, then moved back into the house. He was just finishing changing into "suitable" clothing his mother would approve of when the doorbell rang, signaling that this new person had arrived. Not wanting to rush this, Acheron moved from the room, switching from "college kid" mode to "Styxx Didymos" mode. With a sigh, he started moving down the stairs, leaning against the bannister at the bottom as he waited for the door to open.