theophylaktos (theophylaktos) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-06-24 02:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | dionysus, theophylaktos |
An accident of birth does not make people sisters or brothers.
Theo was not sure how he felt about leaving Mel behind. On the one hand, he felt he owed it to her, and to the Fates, to help her find her father. On the other, it might be better if there were no witnesses to this family reunion. He had no idea what to expect, after all. Hopefully Mel would still be there by the time he was done with Dionysus. Even more hopefully, Dionysus would agree to help her.
All of these thoughts were going through his brain as he reached the private lounge and set his guitar case down against the side of a couch. He was offered food or drink, and would normally have gladly accepted, but his stomach was twisting up in the oddest of ways, and he did not feel like eating. Was this trepidation? He belatedly remembered his lessons on the laws of hospitality, and poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher that had been left there, taking a sip before setting it down again.
He didn't remember ever feeling quite like this, now that he was alone and could no longer focus on helping Mel. He felt uncomfortable, slightly too hot, his stomach was in knots and there was some sort of unease in his lungs whenever he tried to breathe in deep to calm himself. He walked back to his guitar case, fingers traveling over it, and contemplated taking the instrument out to see if the music would soothe him, but he could already guess that it would be no use.