Zephyrus (blowmegently) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-06 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | boreas, zephyrus |
Who: Boreas and Zephyrus
What: Boys will be boys.
Where: Boreas' place
When: Wednesday, late afternoon
Warnings: Language and Violence (just to be safe)
For Zephyrus the entire day so far was spent standing on different rooftops caked with snow and ice and trying to find some sort of warmth from the sun that was hidden by clouds most of the time. With the warmth, he manifested it into himself and just allowing it to build, more and more inside of him. Then with one breath, it all came out, first in a soft gentle breeze, then as it kept building, slowly becoming stronger and stronger, blowing off the powder-like snow and then the layers down under, before eventually thawing the ice.
Only after a couple of blocks, Zephyrus was already breathing heavily. It was true, Spring was his season brought in by him, however, he wasn't used to having to deal with heavy snow of all things in the middle of it. Around this time, he had the sun to help him, but now it was playing hide and go fuck with him. The expression on his face, the tensing of his muscles, they were all signs that the infamous temper that all Anemoi shared was slowly building up, filtered into every single breath. Although Zephyrus was known for his gentle winds, it didn't mean he didn't have the skills to make them into skin-searing sharp gusts. If only he could breathe fire right now, he would've set the whole damn city on fire, the whole ordeal being frustrating as heck.
By now, the sun was out, most of the clouds were gone and Zephyrus found himself sprawled on some random building's rooftop breathing heavily. He didn't even bother folding his wings, letting them dry in the sun's rays, along with his clothes. Zephyrus had counted on being free this week, to take Iris to LA and to get away from all of this mess. After fuming about it for a good hour, Zephyrus stood up again and started towards Boreas' house. The silence from his brother on the blogs was suspiciously quiet. But then again, ever since that familiar chill went down his spine the night prior, Zephyrus knew he didn't have to ask much to know who had did this, familiarity with his brother's work was key. Now the question was why.
It took brief steps and a couple of jumps to get to Boreas' place. Zephyrus didn't bother knocking when he could break down the door with a single exhale, which he did and then stepped over the splinters. What he found inside looked like some kind of gruesome result of a domestic violence case, sans blood and guts and dismembered ex-wife. But that didn't bother Zephyrus as much as the ice that was still thawing on many of the surfaces, which was a big hint on whether or not Zephyrus should ask questions first or to sucker punch him into a wall.
As of right now?
Punching him into a wall was definitely a go.