Cerulean Cape but it was not your fault but mine

He watches the scene unfold with no small amount of amusement, but unfortunately, the show is cut short when the stranger notices him. His first response is silence, expression impassive as he stares at the stranger. Fiery, he thinks, but not in the way Kratos is; his mate is a raging wildfire, a flaming storm on all sides — while this boy, from his first impression, seems more like a lightning strike, a quick flash of fire in the wake of destruction. Impulsive and already smoldering in the first moments of their encounter. He hates him already. An idiot, I guess, He says flatly, perfectly still as he watches the stranger.