Who: Orithyia and Boreas What: Returning from Vermont, discovering a surprise Where: Boreas' place When: Friday afternoon Warnings: Possible language
Boreas had been gone longer than he’d expected. At first, it had been necessity. He couldn’t stay awake for more than a couple of hours at a time, and then when he did wake, he wasn’t very sparing with what energy he did find himself in possession of. It was frustrating, but not unbearable. He slept, he had Orithyia to look after him, and he knew his affairs back in the city were being taken care of. He knew this, because Jonathan wouldn’t dare to do anything but take care of things the way he was supposed to.
Jonathan may have been just a mortal, but he was useful. He knew when to speak up and when to keep his mouth shut, and he knew what Boreas wanted out of him. Jonathan was almost too good, really, sometimes anticipating what was required of him before Boreas had really thought about it. That particular talent, while useful, also bore watching. Still, while sleeping away his storm in Vermont, Boreas was confident things were being handled. This confidence allowed him to focus on other things, and also to plan his return secure in the knowledge that he and Orithyia had a place to return to.
What had been an acceptable apartment had been almost entirely destroyed by his own fury, but knowing his assistant, Boreas didn’t even have to question its return to its original state. Jonathan had told him it was ready, and that was enough.
When they finally were back, when they were actually in the elevator, the first question came to him. Boreas wondered, vaguely, how Orithyia would like staying at the apartment, compared to the farmhouse. It would be entirely different, of course, but she would have a maid here, and anything else she wanted. He would make it work, for at least part of the year. He had enjoyed Vermont……there was no reason they couldn’t have more than one home.
This particular train of thought was cut short by the elevator doors sliding open. Stepping out, Boreas let their bags drop and pulled out his keys. Home, finally, now that Orithyia was with him. Having unlocked the door, Boreas pushed it open slightly before turning to his wife and, with a smirk, scooping her up into his arms.
Busy with having her in his arms and doing his best to ensure she was comfortable, it took Boreas a few moments to notice. He was actually several steps into the apartment before he glanced up. Once he did, he stopped dead, staring at the room as a frown began to appear on his face. What had been simple and clean and white before was now colour. Colour. Blue, green…….and instead of just the basics, there were decorative touches here and there. It was completely unexpected, and absolutely not what Boreas wanted. Without thinking about what he was doing, he shifted Orithyia a little in his arms, wanting nothing more than to get to his phone, call Jonathan, and start yelling.