|Acheron Parthenopaeus (trexash) wrote in pandemansion,|
@ 2008-07-08 16:25:00
|Entry tags:||Arwen Undómiel, acheron parthenopaeus|
April 17th, Ash and OTA
Who?: Acheron Parthenopaeus and OTA
What?: First time meetings, hanging out with old friends, whatever!
When?: Evening, round 8pm
Where?: Outside, at the gazebo
Rating?: TBD, most likely not over PG-13
Status?: In progress
The breeze from the north blew gently across the small island, ruffling the palms every so often and bringing the smell of salt from the ocean. Acheron sat in the gazebo, ever changing eyes trained on the vast ocean while the small waves capped on the shore. The sun was sinking into the ocean on the horizon, making the water appear as if it were on fire.
There had to be some way to get out of here, not that Ash really wanted to go but he was obliged to. Closing his eyes he let out a soft sigh, letting his mind wander for once in what seemed like ages. He wondered how his Katra was doing, and if she had the baby yet. He wondered how his Dark-Hunter brethren were doing without him there. He wondered if Alexion, Danger, and Styxx were getting along nicely.
And for a moment, a brief moment at that, he wondered how Artie was doing.
His eyes opened, and he snorted. He shouldn’t be wondering, or thinking about her. With a slight shake of his head he pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, and narrowed his eyes against the brightness of the setting sun. Things here surely were peaceful at the moment, but that could always change. The will of the gods, ever changing, ever revengeful, and ever spiteful.
He should know; he was a god after all.