Facing the Music (tag: Ninkasi)
Kratos was a patient guy. He had the strength of will to wait for things when it was required, and he didn't really get anxious about the passage of time. Because most of the time, what he was waiting on had little to do with his personal life, and more to do with his job. And even when it was something that was closer to the heart, it was more likely that he'd be calmly waiting for a resolution than seeking to force the issue. It just wasn't his style.
But this was different. Maybe because he felt as though he'd been waiting for a long time already. Maybe because this had the potential for much deeper impact. Maybe because he really hadn't had anybody to discuss the problem with.
It wasn't like he could go to Zelos, because frankly, his advice on women was really kind of suspect. Zee probably wouldn't get what Kratos was going through anyway, since his brother had never been one to settle down. Talking to his sisters would get him more sympathy, but he didn't trust either of them not to meddle. The same went for his mother. In spades. Meddling would not help this situation at all.
And obviously he couldn't talk to his best friend.
So he threw himself into work, into cleaning and organizing his home, into his work outs. Anything that would keep him busy and distracted while he waited to hear from Ninkasi again. Or at least hear from his aunt. Not that he thought Lottie would betray confidences, that just wasn't her. But at least she'd let him know that she talked to Kasi, right? Except there was just quiet.
Well, he wasn't waiting another six months. He'd planned to wait for a week, but then some work issues got in the way so it had been put on hold. Until the night, almost two weeks after Kasi had done her best to make him walk funny, that he walked into his place and found that Ninkasi had been there. She'd left him presents on his kitchen counter.
There was beer. There was always beer. There was a bottle opener which boldly stated “You can't drink all day,” in large red letters. Turning it over, in small white text it continued, “if you don't start in the morning.” And there was a trophy. Seeing that made Kratos grin. Alright, it was a trophy made of paper with stick figures drawn on it, but those stick figures had big circles in the chest area which were definitely supposed to be boobs. It was the trophy he'd said he should get to claim if he really was the best sex she'd ever had: a big one, with scroll work on the side made out of naked ladies.
Yeah, he was done waiting. Grabbing the gift he'd picked up for her, Kratos made his way to Ninkasi's place. Then stopped. Should he just go in? Should he knock and enter? Things were kind of different now, and yet... not so much. Uncertain about the protocol, Kratos lifted his hand and knocked firmly.