Who: Kyle and Homonoia (expect appearances by Arete and Praxidike) When: Wednesday night, May 4, 2011 Where: The Praxidikai's place Warnings/rating: tbd
Homonoia had come home later than usual. Lately she'd been having trouble sleeping, something not even her own mind could calm. It was constantly worrying about Kyle and wondering if Dionysus was better and ready to help completely fix 'his mortal'. There were plenty of time when she thought they were just interfering and that they needed to drop Kyle off at wherever Dionysus and Ariadne were; her mother had told her but she was tired and forgetful lately.
She came in, habitually wiped her shoes on the welcome mat and proceeded to her room. There was no 'hello' for anyone as she went as she was on a mission to put away a few things.
"Must be focused on something," Arete mumbled to herself, turning another page of the magazine she was looking at. Praxidike didn't seem offended. "You're late," she stated the obvious. "Dinner's on the table. We've already eaten."
Homonoia returned a few minutes later, looking at the clock to confirm the time and saw it was almost eight. Frowning, she sat down and looked at the plate her mother had set out for her after she'd passed the kitchen. The only good thing that seemed to be going on was that Kyle appeared to be getting better. It was the only thing that comforted her right now. It was also the one thing that made her eat, albeit slowly.
Once Dionysus had been found, Kyle started to step out of his lucid state. He wasn't sure just how many weeks he'd been under the Praxidikai's care, he just knew he was starting to wear out his welcome. It couldn't be easy for them, especially Mona, and the poor kid didn't know what else to do other than take his leave.
He was in the room they had set up for him, packing away what clothes he had in a duffle. He heard Mona and her mother speaking but he continued to stuff the bag.
After finishing her dinner Homonoia stood up and went to check on Kyle. She frowned when she saw him packing his clothes. "What are you doing?" She couldn't think of having done anything that indicated she wanted him to leave, nor her mother or sister. And she certainly hadn't said that. Yes, he was getting better, but he wasn't ready to dash off until Dionysus could fully fix him.
She stepped into the room and stood next to the bed, staring at him. "Kyle, you need to stay here and rest. At least until Dionysus can see you."
"I don't want to burden' you girls anymore. I'm feelin' better, I should get back home," he nodded looking around for anything else he might have forgotten to put into the bag. He hadn't come with much. She hadn't said anything, it was just something he felt was the right thing to do, though her family had finally started to warm to him.
He sat down on the bed with a flop and a sigh. Through the course of this madness he'd been more out of it than he could ever remember. Like his entire body was swimming with alcohol and poisoning it slowly. "I'm fine now Mona," he gave her a reassuring smile. He'd even cut his hair earlier that day having the energy to go down to a nearby stylist. He needed a change.
Homonoia's brow rose ever so slightly at his proclamations. "Yes, you might be feeling better and look better physically, but that doesn't mean you should just waltz out of here thinking you can get back to the way things were before you called me in a drunken frenzy."
She went to close the door and turning around, her arms crossed firmly over her chest, "You're not ready to leave yet." She gave him a firm look, "And you're going to have to get past me first. Next is my mother and I'll bet you she can pin you down better than I can."
He ran his hand over the back of his neck noticing her insistence and knowing he probably held no power over getting through her and the rest of her family. If Dionysus could take him down with him to wherever he had been, then this wasn't impossible.
He flopped on his back. "You need sleep Mona. You've been catering to me since I got here. I didn' want to do that to you." He felt helpless being nothing more than a mortal. There was so much he couldn't do.
There was a little clicking noise as she locked the door. Whatever her intentions were at this point Homonoia wasn't even sure. At first it had just been to check on him. Now that he didn't seem to resist and he was obviously feeling better she was just curious.
She stepped over to the bed and without a second thought she climbed over him, setting her hands firmly on his wrists. "I don't need sleep. I could go days if I needed to," she whispered. "It wasn't your fault, you had no control over what happened. I'm just glad I found you before the authorities did." Leaning down, she kissed him, probably unexpected but if felt nice to do it again.
He heard the click but didn't move keeping his eyes closed until he felt another body pressed against his. They flashed open, still sensitive to touch from the drunken frenzy though it had passed through his system for the most part.
She'd pinned him back even if he'd decided he would stay a little longer. "I don't even remember what happened. I'm sorry." They'd been together now for a few months and it seemed as if as soon as they'd gotten closer it was when the bottom was ripped out from under his feet. He'd missed this.
The thing about Homonoia was that she liked having control in these sort of situations - both the needing to take care of someone who was in need and the fact that their current situation could go any direction now.
"You have nothing to apologize about. Be glad it was me you called, even if I was freaking out by the time my mother and Arete got there." She kissed him again. Her eyes were slightly closed, "Kyle, do you want to stay in my room tonight?"
His eyes eased closed again, her very presence easily able to make him calm even in high tensed situations. Recently had tested her her patience moreso than usual. He didn't like being used anymore than she liked seeing it.
"I am," he said raising his head ever so slightly to lose himself in that kiss for a moment. Her lips felt like velvet.
"If ya' want me to."
The fact that Kyle was doing so much better had Homonoia's own mind at ease again. There was still the constant worry that something might happen again. She'd never tell him that she considered breaking it off because she didn't know if she could handle it if something worse happened, but she was stronger than that and she liked him too much to do that. Call her selfish, but she was Greek.
"They're going out tonight. Mom's dragging Arete to a movie against her own will," she snorted with laughter at the joke. Though her mother had actually said she was dragging Arete out even if it's against her will.
"She gets it, even if she's terrifying sometimes." And indeed, as she was talking the sound of a door closed and a locking sound echoed through the rest of the empty apartment. She held her breath for a moment. There was no sound outside. They had gone. She understood men had needs and well, Homonoia had needs, but if it went too quickly for him she'd stop.
He laughed lightly with her, head tilting back and eyes looking towards the window where he listened to the emptiness within the house. He sat back up, arms resting on either side of him, pressed into the mattress.
"So we've got a few hours," he said with a smile. He'd missed being in the right mind to know what was going on around him. He'd been too far in a dark place. Any longer and he wasn't sure how much more damage Dionysus could have done to him.
To show she wouldn't restraint him she lifted her hands and set them on her hips. She was watching him quietly. Something in his head had been clearer and it made her happy. She felt those minds around her, even if she couldn't see what was going on inside them. It was all just a feeling she had. Such was the ways of the goddess of oneness of mind, concord and unanimity. She liked everyone to be in a good state of mind, to think along the same lines, even if that would probably never happen.
She nodded slowly and then stood up. "Give me ten minutes." She retreated from the room into her own. To her everything had its order, even sex. She liked things a certain way. She liked candles to be lit and they needed to be placed strategically. She needed the bed to be made (weird, but her bed was always made when she got up in the morning). Everything had to be in its place before she could to anything. She called for him after about ten minutes and when he came into her room he would find the place looking spotless with one exception: Homonoia sitting on the edge of the bed in practically nothing
He'd learned she was particular about things while he was the kind of guy that did things as they came. Nothing was planned out, he just rode the wave he was given. Mona was a bit tighter laced about things but he liked her. He really liked her. She'd stuck around when even those that were his friends, his bandmates had started to give up on him. He'd been kicked out one too many times, this past time was the last, which hurt because he loved to play.
Kyle straightened up in his usual black tank and black Dickies pants. The house felt strange without the rest of them there, like he forgot about Mona being an immortal goddess and just a girl. Maybe it's what she liked.
His eyes went a little wide at her presentation, a gasp of shock. "Wow," he said simply with a grin on his face. No one had ever been so thought out before with him, it was kind of nice.
Homonoia could be something of a perfectionist. If something was off, anything at all, she wouldn't yet go through with whatever the task at hand was. Not that this was a task, it was just an example.
Unlike his band mates or anyone who might have kicked him to the curb, she wouldn't do that. She was better than that and she believed in helping others. It was her job. Being his girlfriend just meant he did get preferential treatment from time to time. It meant he was a favorite.
A little smile showed at his single word. The look on his face made her feel beautiful, just knowing she could get that kind of reaction. "Come here," she said in a quiet, though undemanding voice.
It was easy to say with the way she looked right then she was a goddess. She made his head spin a thousand times and then some. He smiled wide taking her command and sitting on the edge of the bed beside her after mildly remembering to close the door behind himself.
He'd hardly remembered the last time they'd been alone. His head was still a little rattled. "Hey," he said quietly, hand reaching out to stroke the side of her face, thumb repetitively running a circle against her cheek.
Funny how the goddess of concord could make someones head spin. Had she known this it would have made her laugh. Though she would have understood the meaning behind it. She watched him quietly, a little smile on her face.
They had had several moments alone since they'd brought him home, but none of them had been this calm. They had usually consisted of Homonoia being worried and having to command him to be still or calm, and she hated being that way with him. With him it was different because he was more than just another mortal they looked after. It was because he meant more to her than he probably realized. It was hard to believe only months before they were complete stranger. She leaned over and kissed him gently. Ever since Valentine's (much thanks to Eros) she felt a little more open in this department and she only hoped he knew he could do what he wanted with her in these moments.