| Senses (Prometheus) |
[09 Mar 2008|11:03pm] |
OOC: Before Prom/Deimos
After having made her gratitude known to Hermes, and in such a pretty way, she left his temple and the god within to play with his new gifts. Surely she would see the messenger again. But as she made her way down, the growing sensation in the back of her head turned her path slightly. There was something... something important. Though she couldn't say exactly what it was - and that maddened her - it called her in ever increasing amounts. She could no longer ignore it.
Her path led her to the base of the mountain, to a forge she hadn't visited in quite some time. Tyche let herself in, shamelessly and surely with impunity. There were some things that changed in this world, and there were some that did not. Her unique relationship with Prometheus was one that endured. Though they had not seen each other since he brought her Eros' wings as a present, she still held a strange sort of admiration for the Titan. It couldn't quite be called fondness, and it had only briefly been called attraction. Perhaps there was no proper word for what she felt for Prometheus. But it drew her now, and she gave herself to that draw.
"Surely you wouldn't be hiding from an old friend," she called into the center of the forge, while draping herself over a rather comfortable armchair. This hadn't been here the last time she'd been here. Some things did change after all, and she was glad for it.
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