| A Cold One (Deimos) |
[03 Jul 2008|07:18am] |
After her meeting with Shamash, which hadn't solved any of the actual issues she'd originally wanted to address, she took to being alone again. The lonely road was far easier on her head and heart than anything else. Prometheus would understand why she hadn't returned home. Too many things on her brain. Zeus would call if needed, he always did. She had no mother to talk to. Alathea didn't know what a mother was or felt like. She didn't understand that familial attachment to the same sex, probably why she wasn't very good with girls or the feelings attached to them. Probably why she didn't understand her feelings completely. She knew the basics. She always knew the truth. But understanding it? That was completely different.
It eluded her.
Did she just like him? Did she love him? Did she just want to sleep with him? Alathea knew how long it'd been since she'd slept with anyone. it wasn't something she needed to do all the time but the feelings that went along with the act were good. They didn't need understanding, or some simple truth, they were just good feelings. Unless the guy was bad at it. Then they needed a talking to. She tried to avoid questions afterwards too. Like, was it good for you? After blurting out no, they usually left her. For the better. Snuggling wasn't exactly her thing. She got that from Prometheus, she thought at least. Who knew.
She avoided civilization until she couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted a beer. Bad. But who to drink with? Who wouldn't turn her down? Who to talk to? Prometheus? no, she didn't want to see her father. Shamash? No, she didn't want to see him? Athena? No. Every name she could think of until she just played Greek roulette. She stopped abruptly on Deimos with a smile. He wasn't an Olympian any more. Son of War and Love, adopted by Night and Darkness. Deimos got along with her father right? Oh yes.
"Deimos." Alathea was walking into a little dive in Boston while talking. "Join me for a cold one? My treat."
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| Memory [narrative] |
[03 Jul 2008|11:01am] |
The London flat had been dull, dusty and nearly bare. It also felt empty and hollow without Nanshe there to help brighten the space. But Nanshe had her own things to do in her own time and her own place, so Harmonia didn't expect her to always be near. She was a big girl, she could do this on her own. The flat wasn't in the greatest of neighborhoods and it wasn't in the best of condition, at least not when Nanshe left, but now it had been dusted and a bit of the life that had been there when Nanshe rescued her from Turkey, and brought her into her home to share it, back. It would be her secret place, no one, not even Tyr if he ever asked, would know she still went there.
( It was up to Nanshe to spill the beans on this and somehow, she doubted her friend ever would. )
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| Out Of Place (Loki) |
[03 Jul 2008|04:34pm] |
The old city of Jerusalem, though small in size, houses key sites for three of the largest religions in the world; those being the Temple Mount and its Western Wall for Jews, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre for Christians, and the Dome of the Rock and al-Aqsa Mosque for Muslims. Called the Holy land, nothing could be further from the truth, with civil strife and civilians slain in terrorist attacks more or less an every day occurrence. For three supposedly peaceful religions, the people that occupied the area certainly did not know how to get along. Even now, there was talk of building a wall to keep Palestinians out of Jersalem altogether, in response to a rampage by an Arab driving a bulldozer.
When would it end?
( Better yet, what was a Norse God Doing in such a place? )
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