Every Tathamet conflict always begins and ends the same.
The two parties sitting across from each other and glowering while everyone else in the house laughs and makes jokes.
This time, though, things were different.
There was no laughing. Abaddon and Asmodeus were alone and weren't even looking at each other.
He had a cigar between his lips, and his father was babysitting a glass of draconic scotch.
The two of them were sitting in silence, ignoring the rainfall as if it didn't bother them.
Neither of them had said a word even after five whole minutes of sitting out here.
Yara considered herself a woman of great patience. It just so happened that the woman she married was very much not.
"Kòmanse pale, nou tou de!" (Start talking, both of you)
Imani grabbed her son and husband by the head and smashed them together.
Abaddon and Asmodeus let out twin yells of protest as they held their heads.
"I don't have anything to say!" Abaddon insisted.
