Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2019-04-18 21:33:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Entry tags: | famine, saint patrick |
Who: Patrick and Famine
What: Reunions
When: April 18th
Where: Outside a San Francisco library and then to a hotel or something!
Warnings/Notes: *shrusgs*
While he had waited until the very last moment before the library closed to leave, Patrick was now sitting just outside of it, bundled up in his coat. It wasn't too cold, he was grateful of that, but he was starving and scared.
Yesterday he had woken up in an abandoned building in San Francisco with only the clothes on his back, across the entire country from where he lived. And somehow, he had lost a month of his life. It used to happen to him all the time, but more recently he had been watched so carefully during his feast day. While he had been with Clio, she had watched out for him, and after that his brothers had. This year things had likely just gotten away from them-
God, had they been looking for him for a month? What had he been doing.
Without money, he had had to make his way to a library on foot, hoping to use their wifi. He had hoped to send a message to Saint Francis to ask him if there was anywhere the man knew to go in his patron city, but Francis didn't answer, and neither did his brother, Andrew. It was possible they were away together, or just not focused on their messengers. In a desperate last-ditch effort he had made a post and Famine had seen.
Thank everything for Famine.
And now he could do nothing but wait for her and worry. Wait for her and panic about losing a month. God, what if he had hurt someone?! The very possibility would have made Patrick lose his appetite, had he not been desperately hungry. He honestly had no idea when the last time he had eaten was. He didn't remember the last time he had done anything.
"Please just find me fast," he whispered to no one.