Asterion || Minotaur (cantfindtheexit) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-12 08:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | lgbtq culture, the minotaur |
Who: Asterion and Female!Glibt
What: Meeting for coffee, assessing the hotness of Lady Glibt.
When: Sunday late afternoon
Where: A small coffeeshop in Manhattan
Truth be told, Asterion wasn't exactly in the habit of being early. In fact, like many artists and immortals, he existed entirely on his own clock, his own plane of time, so that if anyone wanted him anywhere at a specific time, they were best off just retrieving him and making him show up. Still, it was amazing what a bit of proper motivation could do for the Minotaur, and today he had found himself watching the clock as he worked, looking forward to a time when he could wrap up and get away, slip over to the coffee shop, wait for his friend in a brand new (to him!) female form. It was just too exciting. Asterion had never been a woman before, couldn't have been one if he tried, and the thought of switching from one gender to the other fascinated him utterly. What would it feel like? What would Glibt be like? Different, of course, at least in some ways, but how different? He was almost ridiculously excited.
Finally the time came, and Asterion made sure that he looked more decent than usual, his dark blue dress shirt and black slacks lacking even the smallest paint stain. Golden brown hair fell in it's usual unruly curls, but he had at least attempted to make it behave. After all, Glibt was important, was a deity, and there was no sense in looking all shabby and awful, especially considering he was meeting this female form of his friend for the first time. It was hard to comprehend them as one, but he was certainly trying.
He found the coffee shop, ordered a plain black coffee (he wasn't in the mood for theatrics, this meeting alone was theatrical enough) and he waited, wondering idly if he would recognize his friend when he saw...her. That would be interesting. This entire experience was interesting. Tapping his foot against the floor, he began sketching on his napkin, pen making light grey lines, a form emerging, and amusingly enough it was an ornately decorated egg, a symbol of a holiday that he didn't celebrate, and it happened to fall today. He realized what he was doing and smirked. He was a bit wrapped up in his work, just slightly distracted, sitting there, waiting for his friend to arrive.