Seth Typhaen (desertstorm) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-26 01:25:00 |
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Current mood: | cold |
Entry tags: | achilles, set |
Who: Set and Open
Where: Random Starbucks (Because it's warm there)
When: Saturday September 26
Rating/Warnings: Set's a potty mouth, other then that TBD
Huddled in a warm coat, scarf around his neck, and hands around the warm cup of coffee the Great Lord of the Desert was fairly miserable. He was cold, and was of the oppinion that if he had to suffer so did everyone else. Sadly, he hadn't located any of his 'family' to annoy them. He was relieved, even partially. Some wounds never healed, but then again. He did miss some of them. It got lonely talking to yourself.
Idly, he toyed with a ring around his finger. The mortals had picked the habit of setting rings on each other's left hands to signify their trust, loyalty, and love. It was something new, and he wanted to profess his loyalty to the world. Even if the world was just him right now. He was trying to kick old habits. He missed 'his' girls. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't go running off after his brother again. Time could change anyone. Even him.
With a sigh he set the cup down and picked up his phone. It was new, and bright red. He'd seen it and bought it right away. He hadn't been able to resist. And this thing could do five hundred things, most of them at the same time. He was still learning it and entertaining himself by doing so. It was a fun plaything, and with all it could do maybe he wouldn't bore of it so soon. He would see. So there he sat, engrossed in his latest fascination.