Time won't heal this damage anymore. Who: Crius (crius) and Cronus (usurped_usurper) What: Titan reunion. Where: McSorley's Old Ale House When: Tuesday evening. Warnings: None.
It was a face he never thought he would see again.
There were dozens of faces imprinted in his mind that he thought he would never see again. What was dead should remain dead - Cronus was aware that many of them held that view. But now that they were, in fact, very much alive, they ought to make the most out of what they had.
It shouldn't be a difficult task. After all they didn't have very much left, now.
Every second they spent up here was a second of borrowed time they didn't have to return. Every smile was a gift, and every gift was precious.
"Brother," he said once he settled into the seat next to Crius. He leaned over and slipped his arms around the old man's frame, blue eyes searching the weathered face after he pulled back from the brief hug.
They weren't all hugs and kisses and wild primal sex like the Olympians, but spending centuries dead and alone had an effect on everyone.