Lincoln Rhodes (the_long_road) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-11-16 15:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | highways, triteia |
Who: Highways (open to Triteia )
What: Uhm, hello, I'm sorry...
When: Monday/Tuesday
Where: Triteia’s front stoop.
Warnings: None.
They had given him a corner office. Big windows, perfect view of the Golden Gate Bridge – he tried shutting the blinds at first. It was all Lincoln could do to stop himself from walking right out and back onto the road. After two hours of fidgeting and staring at the blinds he had given in and asked for another office, preferably in the basement if they had one. They didn’t.
He wound up trading with someone else on lower on the totem pole. His new office was tiny, cramped and might have been a janitors closet at some point. That was okay. No windows meant no temptation, the small space made it easier to stay in one place, made him grateful when he was able to step outside.
A real job, a real schedule and some real responsibility – he might have had hated it. Wouldn’t have lasted more than a day if he hadn’t kept the gold necklace and rabbit charm in his jacket pocket. A reminder of what he was working towards, a reminder of what it was that he really wanted.
Triteia.
Triteia, who deserved so much more than to be left behind and waiting whenever the whim struck him. The job was a start, maintaining it a challenge…the new face, well, he was growing up and sitting here on the front steps of the aqua and sea shell trim house Highway’s was agonizing whether or not the nymph would like it.
That and he had to be at the office by 8 am tomorrow morning for a meeting.