Momus (momus) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-12-28 23:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | horus, momus |
Who: Momus and Horus
Where: Rockefeller Center
When: 7pm, a couple of days before Christmas
Rating/Warnings: It's Momus so, um, some colourful language would be a good bet?
Rockefeller Center at Christmas. It was a bit of a cliche, sure, but there was still something quite striking about the display: The ice skaters weaving around one another before the statue of Prometheus and amid the twinkling of fairy lights. And, of course, towering above them all, seventy feet of glittering Christmas tree. It was quite a lovely sight.
And what, you might ask, was Momus doing here? Well, were Momus himself to be asked he might grumble something about idiot neighbours in the next apartment whose favourite pastimes involved cuddling up alongside the paper-fucking-thin adjoining wall (or so it seemed to him) and engaging in loud, giggly conversations phone conversations, the subject of which was usually the scandalous activities of people he neither knew nor cared about. For four goddamn hours. At one point he had read back over what he'd been typing to discover a paragraph liberally punctuated with the words "like" and "totally", and that was the moment at which he knew he had to get the hell out of there.
It wasn't a lie, although it didn't go to explain why exactly he'd gone from there to here. Rockefeller Center wasn't exactly peace and quiet. The truth, then? Momus liked Christmas. Oh, yes. He'd hide it well behind irritable rants about how the holiday had been hijacked by commercialism and how Santa was invented by Coca Cola in 1931 and don't you know Jesus wasn't even born in December, or in 1 A.D. for that matter?
...but secretly? He was a bit of a softy when it came to the Christmas season.
So there he was, in Rockefeller Center, watching the skaters and Prometheus with what was most definitely not the ghost of a smile.