Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh. Okay. Yes. Uh. Bye?" he mumbled to the closing door. He stared a moment longer, then slumped down on the bed. 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk."

[Adonis Naodi]

When Andreas gets back to Adonis's home, there's a note on the guest room door: "See me at once. --Adonis zi'Naodi"

[Andreas Amell]

Oh fuck that's not good. Shit, I went missing for like a day, he's probably worried. About mom, if nothing else. Okay. Okay. Just... play it cool. It's cool. Everything's cool. Skin feeling too tight and flushed, Andreas ducked into his room to get-- why does it smell like-- oh. Right. Duh. Charon must have, uh, yeah. Okay. Changing the sheets, critical task, got it. 

Refocusing as he remembers he's on a time crunch, he rushed to his closet to quickly change his clothes, then just as rapidly left towards his-- towards Adonis's office. A couple of deep breaths, a quick sweep of fingers through his hair, and he found himself with nothing left to do but knock on the door.

[Adonis Naodi]

"Enter." 

When he does, he sees Adonis looking up from some paperwork on his desk. His father's face hardens when he sees him, and he puts the paperwork away carefully, his amber eyes focused intently on his son. 

"Sit." It's a command, not an invitation. 

[Andreas Amell]

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He's pissed. What happened? Charon, what the fuck? "Y-yessir," he gulped, sinking into the seat and clasping his hands tightly together in his lap.

[Adonis Naodi]

"Would you like to tell me in your own words what happened at the beginning of your heat cycle?" His tone is cold. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Ahh, at the b-beginning? S-s-sir?" Why didn't I think to ask Charon for more details about what he's done!?! "I, umm, I don't really-- that is, I don't really remember, ah, well, much of anything?" What did he do?

[Adonis Naodi]

A pause. "Surely you're aware that I, myself, have heat cycles. So I understand how they work. You don't just forget something like-- like what I understand to have happened. So again, I will give you a chance to explain in your own words what happened. Otherwise I will be forced to accept the story I have been given as true."

[Andreas Amell]

WHAT DID YOU DO CHARON!?!?! "But I don't-- you can remember what you did? Like actually remember? I just-- it's just a big blur with no order or-- it was worse than that time Addy and I tried to make a potion, when I was five. I'm not even sure where I ended up or how," he added with a blip of inspiration. "Some random house near the edge to Lily and Oak?"

He and Addy had just dumped random things from Merrill's stocks into a cooking pot and assumed it would make a super-mega awesome potion. Instead, it had created purple-brown smoke that sent the two of them, Merrill and Carver into a whirlwind of dreams and delusions. Thankfully Carver had mostly resisted the effects and had gotten Varric to rush over and sort things out before any real damage was done.

[Adonis Naodi]

His face softens a touch. "It can be... confusing, when you are young, yes. And perhaps... perhaps being Merikos further confuses your mind. I will speak to Father about that. But if you cannot be responsible with your heats, you will have to be punished. And make no mistake, this is a serious crime you're accused of."

[Andreas Amell]

"C-c-crime?" Andreas outright squeaked, eyes widening in terror.

[Adonis Naodi]

"I have been told that you are guilty of heat-rape."

[Andreas Amell]

"Rape?!"

The word is ripped from him, filled with horror and disgust, with disbelief and shock. His entire body flinched as if struck in the face with rancid offal and his skin went pale.

[Adonis Naodi]

Adonis watches him carefully, searching for any signs of faking. Finding none, he nods, then rises. "Come. We will speak to my father. His memory is long, he may know something about merikosi heats that I do not."

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas didn't seem to really hear the lord, swaying in place and swallowing thickly. "I-- what did-- why... how? No, I didn't..." With a sharp jerk, his eyes snapped back into focus. "Who? Who did--" He gagged, unable to finish.  Sami? Gilly? Prue? Gods no. Please no.