| Prodigal Son (father, husband) [Tag to Iris, Pothos if he'd like*G*] |
[26 Dec 2007|01:05pm] |
More than once he'd really thought about turning back. Things were good, weren't they? And if he kept on going, there would be nothing but problems and drama. Oh Zeus there would be drama. A day or two, yeah if he'd been gone that long, it might not have been too bad, but Zephyrus had been away from Olympus, or more importantly had been away from Iris and Pothos for.... he shook his head. It was way, WAY too long.
His wings beat in long strokes, catching the air stream and going higher and higher. He could have just done it the quick way but he enjoyed flying and to be honest, he was trying to make this last as long as he could. Zeph wasn't a coward by any shot though opinions varied on that. He just enjoyed the freedom that wandering gave him. He was the West Wind, never tamed, barely stoppable.
But he was also a husband and father. Or supposedly. He hadn't done a good job of either in a very long time. Far too long now he'd ignored the signs of the brewing trouble at home until it was unforgiving,, and he knew it was time. It should have been sooner for he missed Eos his mother, as well as his wife and son. He loved them all dearly and knew no matter what, he would do what he had to to make amends to them for hurting them, and he knew he had.
Finally he could put it off no further and soon found himself flying down over the golden beauty of Olympus. He continued to descend until he found his feet on the ground at the edge of a huge apple grove not too far from Eos or Iris' temples. His huge blackish green wings fluttered behind him as he smiled, glad to be home. He was here, now to ready himself for the inevitable.
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| Heavy Heart [Narrative, Tag to Zelos] |
[26 Dec 2007|01:29pm] |
After the 'family meeting', the four of them had kind of stood there for a bit and then dispersed with not much of a word. And Nike couldn't blame them. For Kray and Zee, they'd just found out she was had been woken up, and then what Mom had said. Not so much what, but how she said it. She was hurting and Victory wished she knew a way to help her mother, help them all.
She had come back to Olympus and to her room in Zeus' temple. Things were happening faster than anyone guessed or wanted and there was no stopping things now. Mother's words had confirmed that. Nike knew her duty and would not waver in them or her oath again. Her place was with her brothers and sister, with their King, defending him.
But she tried not to think what was to come. She had to be able to do whatever it took for Zeus to win, no matter the cost, right?
Nike stood on the balcony and looked out over the rest of the temple and further down over Olympus. Her mother had taken whatever threads of Hate that hadn't been pulled away from her when the Keres and Moros had awakened her but now she felt sad inside. Sad and worried. She signed long as she rest against the railing and continued to look out, wondering how much things had changed, and how they would continue changing asthe impending conflict got closer.
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