Zephyrus (blowmegently) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-17 22:30:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | iris, zephyrus |
Who: Iris and Zephyrus
What: I've been wishing for your return all this time, but now that you're back all I can do is wonder why you left in the first place.
When: Friday
Where: Iris' Apartment
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 for Zeph's language
So here he was, a couple of feet in front of the door of his wife's house. She called it "home". He wasn't so sure that term was readily extended to him as part of it. In fact, the both of them haven't meet in a couple of centuries. But he was sure that she would look the same, if she didn't change her hair color, that was. He liked her blonde hair, he could remember how it felt around his finger during the mornings, right before she got up before him, always being the busy person she was.
Frankly, he was an asshole. People would have no other better opinion of him, especially when he would leave a wife like her behind, if only to come back and expect everything would be the same again. He just couldn't sit still. Try strapping him down into the good old fashioned married life and he'd probably go crazy with just weeks into it. He was the West Wind, the Anemoi, who traveled across the lands and was nomadic that way.
But in the face of his wife, Zephyrus was a husband that failed to do his duty. And what kind of wind god was he that he had contemplated about whether or not to bring her something before meeting her? There was the idea of flowers, but knowing Iris' standpoint about Chloris, he wasn't going to risk it.
"Screw it," he grumbled, standing up from the bench and breezed across the street, the falling petals of several beds of flowers trailing him before he knocked on the door, clearing his throat.