Who: Adonis and Sato What: Being hunted found. Where: Central Park When: Early Tuesday evening
It wasn't like he was living in the park. He had a home and enough money to keep that home for centuries... but the latent claustrobia that was a result of that awful, awful box had reared its ugly head yet again. Adonis could only be in his apartment long enough to shower daily, change his clothes and make sure he had enough booze to last the night before the walls started to close in on him and he felt trapped. He hated that. He hated that Zeus was leaving him hanging regarding the decision over his freedom, he hated that Aphrodite had gone silent toward him. It was the calm before the storm in his mind and normally, he loved the scent of approaching rain but now? Now it just sent him down into the pits of anxiety. But... Adonis had a project now. He had a purpose, even if it was only a purpose made up to ease his mind.
Crouching in a clearing not far from the one that had housed his memorial to the pain of what College had done to him before their relationship started, Adonis looked around at the fruits of his labour. Several flowers native to Lebanon and Syria flooded the outer rim, the seeds ordered when he had first began to muse about Apheca and encouraged with some of his power. Adonis stood from his work and went to each of them, checking the allium liliaceae first and ensuring it had enough life within it to survive this strange land. He murmured at it lightly in Greek, wishing he could speak the language that he so often tried to remember. He didn't even know what language it was, it was a ghost, a ghost of the past, a ghost of the times before he had been transplanted into Greek culture during the Hellenic times.
Drawing himself out of his reverie, he moved on, The althea setosa was flourishing under his guidance and he sent just a bit more of his power into their blooms, wanting them to grow even more lively before checking the anemones, both the coronaria and the blanda before he moved to the center of the clearing. Perhaps his next decision was a tad vain but he was Adonis. Even scared, he was allowed to be vain and he carefully opened a few packages of seeds and went to work. Within half an hour, he had planted them all; adonis aestivalis, adonis annua and adonis vernalis. Sitting back on his heels and wiping his forehead free of sweat with a dirty hand, he closed his eyes and fed them what they needed. It took ten long minutes but when he opened again, their growth had been accelerated and they were flowering, bursting into bloom and Adonis just laughed. The scent of his master's power had Theias, the boarhound puppy, running through the trees to bark happily at his master, blood on his teeth and the thrill of the hunt in his eyes. "You like them, Theias?" Adonis asked, gathering the dog into his lap and reaching for his backpack for a pack of cigarettes and a mickey of vodka. Lighting up a cigarette and taking a swig, Adonis smiled softly down at his best friend. "They're named after me, you know."