Harmonia: Goddess of Harmony, Balance and Concord (ophios_harmonia) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2014-05-05 14:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~harmonia, ~tyr |
Is It Too Late For I'm Sorry? [tag: Tyr]
Harmonia did not go directly home after parting company with her grandmother. It may not have been the most pleasing thing for Hera to hear, but at the same time, there was no way for her to know how well Balance was hiding the sheer amount of aches and pains her body was sustaining. It was a minor diversion and she was quite determined it was going to be a short one. None of those attendants or nurses or whatever he kept were going to check her in for a say.
No. Just.. no. But, Harmonia would have been a complete moron to think she was able to assess everything entirely on her own for proper treatment. Epidarus was the place to go. Asclepius and his vast, experienced staff would help. Which they did. She was stripped, thoroughly examined, chided since she would not provide details as to what happened, stitched where stitches were needed, allowed to redress and sent off with a bag of supplies and a tin of ambrosia.
When she did arrive back at her home in Lana'i, her duffle and the bag from Epidarus were tossed on the kitchen table so she could go get herself a glass of water and something to eat. She was quite tired, but, she needed to eat. Plus one of the things Asclepius gave her required her to eat. She didn't ask any questions. Apollo's son wasn't about to make it worse. About the time when Harmonia realized she didn't have any bread -of which she was grateful someone had probably disposed of in her absence or it would have grown legs and walked away, was that Bubbles was with Lottie. Because her pig had not greeted her. With a sad sigh, she grabbed a sleeve of saltine crackers and a jar of peanut butter and sat down to unpack her bags.
By the time she reached her phone, which ended up completely buried at some point, Harmonia sighed and fumbled through the rest of the pile for her charger, took both to her bedroom and set it up to charge. It was completely dead. If she showered, fixed and cleaned up any scrapes or dressings that needed it, then took a little nap... she could start wading through texts and voicemails.
That plan, only worked part way. She managed to shower, she managed to fix the tape and things the came loose and then...
The nap happened. Except Harmonia hadn't anticipated that the heat and steam from the shower was going to bring her exhaustion to an entirely new level to the point that even putting on pajamas of any kind felt far too much like work. The towel fell to a damp crumple to the floor, she managed to crawl under a blanket and that was where she remained... for somewhere around 72 hours.
When she finally did wake up, other than the digital time on her clock, everything was dark. It was after 11 pm and she had no idea what day it was. Her body was covered in sweat and everything hurt. Everything. Even her skin and her tongue and her eyes. Needing food and water, and another shower... and probably a glance at a damn calendar, Harmonia tossed the blanket off, groaned at the sheer amount of pain and effort that required. Which was nothing compared to the amount of pain and effort that was required to get out of bed. So much so that she collapsed immediately upon standing and cursed.
What exactly had Asclepius given her?
It took some time, and a great deal of uncharacteristic cussing, and some creative tucking of the previously discarded towel, Harmonia managed to get to her feet, get to the kitchen, drink a lot of water and grab the jar of peanut butter and a spoon. There was no point on being proper at the moment. She was starving, she hadn't eaten anything proper in far too long, and she was not in a state to start cooking. She was about to run water to soak in a hot bath, to maybe help with the ache, before either considering making actual food or going somewhere where it wasn't the middle of the night and finding food, when there was a strange sound from the other room. It came from her phone, but it wasn't a text tone and it certainly hadn't been any incoming call. When she saw her phone, her heart sank: her voicemail was full. Which meant at some point no one was able to leave her any more. The number of text notifications was so high she couldn't even begin to think how to look through them.
With a gentle seat on the edge of her bed, and the speaker option activated, she started going through as many as she could. As many as her heart could handle before she felt her throat start to tighten and tears fighting to fall. Harmonia knew what she had to do, even if physically she was not really in a place to do it. Phone set aside, she pushed the idea of a bath to the back of her mind for later and settled for a shower. She cleaned up around the cuts and scrapes -and such, as much as she could, but there was no really hiding those or the bruises -which always looked worse as they healed, and it would do no service to hide her actual condition.
He was probably going to be upset. Likely mad. He had every right to be, actually. Harmonia didn't blame him one bit. But there was no way she could just call or text him to say she was back and sorry and... no. His eyes always said everything. If she screwed everything up by having to push everyone away, then she would own that, but... she would not do that across the globe over a phone.
Which was when Harmonia found herself standing nervously in front of Tyr's house and her heart ached. Well, all of her ached, but this was different. She'd made sure to go through everything he had sent to her before leaving the house and now... now she was afraid of what her silence had done. A friendly bark got her attention, which settled her a bit. Bear. Well, that had stuck, apparently. It also gave her something to focus on other than her nerves.
“Well, hello,” she said immediately, in the tone she normally used with animals. A manner of which her father called coddling even though he never actually stopped her from doing it with his hounds because they never gave her behavior problems. Her hands reached out to ruffle and fluff his big fuzzy ears. “Hey buddy, is he here?” A fabric knot bone appeared in her hand so the dog would have something to play with, and since she was in capris she was less concerned about being knocked to the ground, current physical ailments aside.