| Brotherly Advice (tag: Hedylogos) |
[02 Oct 2008|02:58pm] |
After spending the night dancing with his siblings and Philotes, Pothos decided that enough was enough. He had used the injuries he had received from Phlegethon as a physical punishment for his past misdeeds and indiscretions. But the time he had spent with Lottie showed him that she truly had been forgiven him. Now it was time for him to forgive himself.
When he had returned home from the dance hall, Poth had written out a quick note to his mother. Iris had been great since he came back and this time, he didn’t want to cause her any undo concern. He had worried her enough in the past. He explained to her in the note where he was and that he should be back after just a few days at most. His mother taken care of, Passion disappeared into Concept. He was ready to heal his body and stop limping around.
( Poth hated it. )
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| Burn Out [Open] |
[02 Oct 2008|11:25pm] |
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THUD THUD THUD THUD THUDTHUDTHUD THUD THUD THUDTHUD THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD THUD THUD
It was getting harder and harder to breathe as the sweat poured down his body. Methodically he threw a jab and cross into the heavy bag. He could barely raise his arms to throw the next punch, but still he forced himself to carry on.
THUD THUD T H U D T H U D THUD THUD THUD THUD T H U D T H U D
Finally Anteros decided he couldn't keep going. It took extreme effort to raise his left hand to his mouth as he used his teeth to release the velcro fastening. Once hs hand was free, he easily shed the other boxing glove. He let them fall to the floor in a thump. Slowly he shuffled over to the wall where his towel and water bottle sat. He took a long swallow of the cool liquid, closing his eyes as he mopped his brow.
Anteros didn't need to look at a clock to know that he had been at it for almost two hours. Two hours and all he had to show for it was a weary and sore body. He didn't know what was wrong. Usually a session on the heavy bag would recharge him, but lately that hadn't been the case.
Even bedding a lovely lady or two hadn't helped. Oh they had both been more than satisfied, Anteros was an erote after all, but it hadn't filled that empty place inside of him.
After a quick shower, he returned home. Anteros had thought about heading out for a drink or some female companionship, but meaningless sex wasn't doing the trick. He sat down and tried to pick out his next target. Problem was, he didn't care. He ran his hands through his hair roughly, but he couldn't focus, didn't want to focus.
Eventually it hit him, he was tired, tired of it all. If he had to hear about one more person whose love had been spurned, he was going to scream and rip things apart. He just couldn't take it anymore. He needed a break, a vacation. Now where could he go to recharge?
Home. It was time to go home, reconnect with friends and family. Maybe a trip to Olympus would make him feel whole again.
Olympus-- it looked both the same and different from when he had left. Anteros took a deep breath. It felt good to be back. With a thought his wings unfurled, they were stiff from the lack of use over the years.
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