Adonis (cultish) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-06-25 13:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | adonis, persephone |
Who: Adonis and Persephone
Where: Central Park
When: Wednesday afternoon
It was a bright sunny day in New York City and Adonis was hard at work. Some stoners had trampled all over the petunias he'd planted last week beside one of the Central Park paths and the vegetation God was down on his knees planting more. He didn't mind the pot-smoking teenagers that used the park as their way to get free from their over-protective parents, sometimes when he met up with them in the course of their work, he joined in. But did they have to undo his work so often?
Unremarkable in a white tank top and black shorts, the mortals passing by paid him no attention, just the way he wanted it. Finished with placing the flowers in the small holes he had dug, he looked around for a moment before touching each and every one of them. The blooms flourished, opening to the sun and he smiled widely. This was his only divine power, helping plants grow, but it was the only one he needed. There was just something about being out in nature and watching the vegetation he'd planted thrive that he loved so much.
There was a bench near by, but Adonis loved being as close to the ground as possible. Yes, it was odd but he was rather odd himself. Plopping down on the ground next to the petunias he had just planted, he looked at them with a fond smile as he dug into his pocket for a rather crushed and rumpled pack of cigarettes. Tugging off his gardening gloves, he brushed the dirt off his tank top before lighting up the cigarette, puffing slowly. For a moment, the nicotine relaxed him but then... he felt it. The tingle that only meant the approach of another immortal. Maybe it wasn't anyone he knew, maybe it wasn't someone coming to lock him up again, maybe, maybe, maybe. Adonis was instantly on edge but he stayed where he was, anxiously smoking his cigarette and hoping that whoever it was would pass him by.