Thaumas (seawonders) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-06-25 16:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | poseidon, thaumas |
What makes men run? Do we really know who we are?
Who: Poseidon (wheresmytrident) & Thaumas (seawonders)
What: Engaging the Ocean King's hospitality (i.e. freeloading).
Where: Poseidon's home, Hawaii
When: Friday evening
Warnings: None for now.
The air was hot and humid and brought a wide smile to Thaumas' face as he stepped out of the air-conditioned airport. The taste of salt on his tongue, he contemplated heading straight to the beach but his luggage wouldn't allow it. Maybe later, then.
His work took him to Hawaii a couple of times a year and ever since his first visit he'd been meaning to spend his holidays here sometime. The only problem was that he didn't have holidays. When he wasn't working on commission, all his time went into his own projects which seemed to breed every time he looked away. By now, he had approximately thirty different works in progress occupying the back of his mind, and his accidental run-in with his rainbow girl added another couple of things - finding out how his other rainbow girl and the storm-winds were doing - to his ever growing to-do list.
For now, however, Thaumas was content with knowing that his daughters were around and not wasting away in a dirty gutter in some nameless filthy city or wrapping themselves around poles in seedy bars half-naked, or selling themselves to fat, sweaty men in dirty alleys... Now, that was a disturbing thought. Shaking it off for the moment, he paid the cab driver and approached Poseidon's home.
Dropping the bags, the Ocean King's mostly loyal subject, rapped his knuckles against the door. "Candygram~" he sing-songed and waited.