InsaneJournal

Current mood:	stressed
Entry tags:	psyche

Home.

The one place she had always felt safe in. The one place she always knew was her refuge.

Psyche walked into the temple she shared with Eros and looked at the mess she'd left when she'd run out. Images from that night bombarded her and she closed her eyes in defense against them, but it didn't work. Eros filled her vision. Eros, his wings so dark. Eros with blood falling from his lips. Eros shuddering away from her touch.

Eros demanding she leave him.

With a wave of her hand she made the horrible mess disappear. She wanted no sign of their fight left to stare at. Now, all she wanted was just quiet. Someplace to lose herself. And nothing fit that like her garden. Moving outside, she sat under her wisteria and just let her mind clear. She didn't care about the mortal plane, she didn't care that time had stopped. She just didn't care right now.

It didn't matter anyway. The only journey's still in motion were gods, and she wanted nothing to do with most of them at the moment, let alone dealing with their issues.

She'd good and truly fucked up and she had no idea what to do about it.