|Mishael Durand // Titania (ill_met) wrote in metempsychosis,|
@ 2014-01-31 19:51:00
|Entry tags:||hephaestus, titania|
[Phone call to Hephaestus]
She taps her foot impatiently as she waits for him to pick up, to reach voice mail, anything. Her grey eyes keep darting towards the television with its reports of giant snakes and destruction and blame and anger and fear. Absently, she chews at her bottom lip and her fingers rub the skin at the base of her throat. She's glowing ever so slightly... It's a good thing her roomie is out of town...
Henry? Handsome? Oh, come on. Fine. If you're not there, I'll leave a message but you better not be out there getting your ass handed to you...