Adonis (cultish) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-07 14:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | adonis, college |
Who: Adonis and College
Where: Central Park
When: Sunset
Warnings: Possible drug use, alcohol use, language.
It had been that honeyed tone, just one sound of it and Adonis had been snapped back to the old days. The days where Aphrodite had pretended Adonis had a choice about going to bed with her, lured him in with promises and whispers of safety only to gather her robes around her and leave straight after, leaving Adonis confused, hurt and still desperately in love with the goddess. But Adonis had given consent to College and in his mind, it wasn't sexual assault. It was coerced consent at most but Adonis had allowed himself to be coerced. He thinked. He wasn't overly sure. But he knew that the residue of the ancient contract had heard the orders and urged him to comply and now? Now he was just as much hooked on College as College was on him and Adonis wasn't really sure he liked it.
He wasn't sure about anything, really, not anymore and after rushing out of College's dorm the night before, Adonis had spent about five minutes in his apartment gathering up his things. Some clothes, a blanket or two, his gardening tools, they all had gone into a large duffel bag along with numerous bottles of alcohol. Adonis had begged for his old job back and had got to work immediately on his little part of the park and just after one day's work, his little area was looking brighter. He had made himself a bit of a bed in the raised roots of a tree and had claimed a small clearing as his own and went wild. Pouring a good portion of his power into his work, it was blooming with dark flowers, a contrast to the brightness of his other work. Deep purples mixed with navy blues and blood reds to create a cacophony of mournful, disappointed colour in the clearing and Adonis just kept working.
Maybe this was the only way Adonis could express himself right now but he liked it and he bent down in the middle of the clearing, pushing a seed deep within the dirt. This would be hard, but necessary in his mind, and he latched his power to the seed, causing it to grow and morph. Once he was finished, there was a single flower the same colour as College's eyes and Adonis smiled to himself before walking back over to his tree, lighting a cigarette and taking a long swig of vodka as he settled down in between the roots. College probably wouldn't come but the flowers were comforting.