dartoferos (dartoferos) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-07-07 02:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | eros, pornography |
Who: Eros and Porn
Where: Subway
When: Monday morning
Rating/Warnings: Nothing yet. Except, you know, Eros and Porn.
The danger of walking among mortals, eating like them and talking like them and even going out every night and getting blind stinking drunk like them was that it all became a little too real. The normal subway sounds - the thin whine in the air, the babble of people's voices and the hiss of the doors - made Eros' head reel and a dull feeling of nausea rise in his throat. He curled forward a little in his seat and put his head in his hands.
A hangover. He had a hangover. Or at least a strange approximation of one. He didn't really appreciate the strange, deeply unpleasant echo of humanity currently making every sound pound through his head like a jackhammer. He vowed in that moment never, ever to go for a night out again. It was a promise he had no chance of keeping. Eros had never been terribly good with vows. His marriage was a fine example of that.
And he'd met so many fascinating immortals in the process. Wrath, with her wicked smile and her darkness so like his own; Indie with that laughter and that damnable glittery headband. He tried to let his thoughts wander and found that he was in no mood for anything, really, apart from a black coffee and perhaps some earplugs. He sighed, leaning back into his seat and rubbing his eyes with the heels of palms, asking himself how the hell he'd ended up like this.