Your weakness I taste Who: Phobos (fearandpanic), Orpheus (orphic), Hermaphroditus (hermaphroditus), Zeus (pater_zeu) What:Approaching the road to awe. Getting into a fight with Orpheus. Where: Dark alleyways of NYC When: Wednesday Warning: language
After his apology and the subsequent short conversation with his aunt, Phobos had fled his apartment and was wandering around aimlessly. There was something he was supposed to be doing, but he'd be damned if he could remember what it was since thinking became more and more difficult with each step he took.
Everything seemed fuzzy, undefined, blurry. It felt a little as if he'd been spending too much time with the drug siblings. What were their names again? The lights of a passing car distracted him temporarily.
What am I doing out here?
Aside from the confusion and weakness, Phobos felt giddy and was immensely proud of- of... Of what? The Something. He'd witnessed something magnificent and glorious tonight. Perfect beauty. Effulgent perfection. Delightful effulgence - and he was rambling...
He felt dizzy. Staggering towards the nearest wall, he lowered himself to the ground and leant against the hard brick behind him. There, that was better. With trembling hands, Phobos lit a smoke and inhaled deeply, noticing that he wasn't so much resting against as sinking into the wall.