i wrote of love once (eros)
There were a great many things that Lethe missed in the world right now. She missed her family. She missed the people she'd once called lovers. She missed the feel of sunshine on her hair which warmed it until it smelled like sunshine. For an Underworlder that was probably weird, but Lethe had always been weird. She missed the way that Thanatos spoke to her, as if she were a child, and then as if she were his everything in the world. If it were not for her brother she might have gone to sleep a long time ago. Without him the world felt empty and distant. He was the one who told her not to take revenge on that horrible Sumerian. He was the one who told her to let go of her Father's memories and let her parents sleep until it was time for them to wake. But he was gone. Gone far from here and she didn't know if he'd ever return. Did she want him to return? Now? Now when the pain was finally ebbing away from her heart? Bleeding out finally so that she might function properly? If he came back it would start all over again. Just like it did before. It would come around and start again.
Over and over again.
Once she'd written it down. For all that I love. For everyone that I love. There's a moment where they forget me, because that's what I am. I am forgetfulness. I am to forget. I am the forgotten. I am the reason this happens and it won't stop. I can't stop. I can't stop myself. And it happened over and over again. So much so she felt numb at times. So much so she wept until her river overflowed and the song played loudly. The dead fell to sleep and it took days to clean up the mess.
Hades. Thanatos. Hermes. Coy.
Did she need to add any other names to the list? Oh Anteros.
She always forgot, well, misplaced..
It hadn't lasted long anyway.
She needed to stop moping around. She also needed to get out of her temple and do something. But Lethe didn't know what to do. Or where to go. Or who to see. So instead of trying to find someone, which she was pretty good at considering she was kind of like the Lost and Found of the Greek Pantheon, she went to the mortal realm. What she wanted was to forget her sorrows, which was difficult given who she was and what she was. So a bar was needed. The only place that had bars at all times was Vegas. So Vegas she went. Planet Hollywood was new and over rated. Ceasars Palace was a little too Roman. Treasure Island was dorky. Lethe had a few drinks near the Paris, before wandering into the Venetian. It was also a little more Roman, but a little greek. Oh it was a little everything. But really, what drew her in was that Venice was pretty. Sure it smelled a little, but here in Vegas the water was crystal clear.
...And it was a little romantic. Maybe she would get drunk and find a mortal and end up in one of those little boats. Or maybe...
She felt it like a little jolt of electricity. That familiar pull.
Oh damn she'd run right into the stomping grounds of another Greek hadn't she? She peered around, but nothing stood out. Just a crowd of girls fawning over something. Probably a rock star, or some other celebrity that fell into Vegas. She just needed another drink. She stirred the ice around in her glass and tried to think of what drink to try next. She'd heard that those Long Island Iced Teas were pretty good here.