Part of my originally created series, Psychotic Calm. If I have to put it in the timeline, it is just after the first Triad Wars and my two beloved darlings have just reunited with each other. It hints of something that this evil Dolos person is going to do a little into the future, and explains why my dear characters do what they did in the second Triad Wars.

Synopsis: Phobos returns from a mission to find his partner drinking with two people who are not supposed to.

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It is not the first time when I think that Deimos had the right idea by refusing to visit the headquarter that is directly under Nyx’s supervision. Not that she is not a nice lady, which she totally is, but because of her ‘children’. Those that are adopted by her, not her real one who seats on the high and troublesome seat of leadership of our organization. It is a wonder Eris is only about as psychotic as Deimos, considering the amount of years she spent with those ‘children’ before she found her twin and stuck to him like a limpet.

Speaking of Deimos… where is he? I feel my brows wrinkle ever so slightly as I try to locate him with our bond. Ah… he is in the lounge. And his mind is a chaos of his own and other people’s thoughts, which shows just how drunk he is. Some instinct of mine prompted me to leech from his telepathy to find out who is his drinking partners for the moment before I decide what to do.

Oh great. Enyalios and Anteros.

Without waiting, I let my legs carry me to the area of relaxation, worried for our two pupils whose relationship was more than a little strained recently. I know that Deimos has to have better sense than to just get the other two drunk like they currently are for no good reason, but sometimes, when his head is clouded by drug use and extensive drinking, he does not have the most rational thoughts. It is better to check it out myself.

Imagine my surprise when Deimos turn to greet me with a pair of clear silvery-blue eyes and a single finger on his smirking lips, motioning for me to be quiet. One of my eyebrow floated up. So that rascal is not drunk? But what was that messy junk I felt in his mind about?

I glance over to the other occupants of the room, the two that I hurried down for and found a sight that is the answer to the question I asked.

Enyalios, golden eyes bloodshot as if he had been trying to cry them out, is weeping and mumbling in an odd mixture of English and Japanese with a drunken lisp. His knees are tucked against his chest with his arms wrapped around them, looking vulnerable and pitiful in such a position.

Though abnormal as it is that Enya is in such a state, what is more unusual, particular in view of what happened between them, is the fact that Anteros has his own arms wrapped around the crying teen, his expression gentle and sad, though bleary from his recent encounter with alcohol.

/Anteros is good for Enya. Especially after Enya is back from a particularly bad mission./ His eyes back to its normal ice-blue, my telepathic partner decided to comment helpfully, as he took a sip from his glass of wine. Expensive red wine that Eres brought back just yesterday, I noted disapprovingly.

/I know that, Deimos. But after that fight three weeks ago, they had not been speaking to each other. Enya nearly started another fight just a week ago, remember?/

/Duh. I was the one who stopped him, how can I forget?/ He emptied his glass and set it on the table. /That is why I am sitting here and getting them drunk. I do have better time than defusing a few dozens mental and conversation bombs, and then listen to Enya rant until I know his entire lifestory backwards. That is, if I didn’t know it before. But he did spill a lot of interesting things, particularly about Dolos./

I frown slightly. Dolos is a troublemaker, possibly the worst out of Nyx’s ‘children’. /What about him?/

/Did you know that Dolos is the cause of Enya and Teros’s little lover spat?/ Deimos sounds amused, but his eyes is cold with tightly controlled anger. /That little bastard has a lot to answer for. But at least these two are still salvagable, considering what I heard from their minds up until just now. They love each other so much that Dolos’s lies could hurt them. I should have realized it earlier, but for now, they can be reconciled, and that’s all that matter./

/That is why you got them drunk in the first place?/

Without waiting for the answer, I walk over to the two who are still adorably attached to each other. I cannot help but smile when Anteros glares at me as his embrace tightens protectively. I touch a hand to both of their forehead gently, careful not to surprise Anteros into attacking me, which I have no doubts that he will in his current state.

The empathic feedbacks I received puts another smile on my face and my worries to rest, and I move to settle myself beside Deimos. Grinning, he places a hand on mine and I make use of the skin contact to show him what I felt from the pair.

/Well, I’ll say I did the right thing. Don’t you think so, my beloved Phobos?/

/Whatever you say, my druggie./ And the rest lays forgotten as I turn to kiss his smirking lips.