Felicity → Hecate (the_hecate) wrote in greekswim, @ 2008-08-25 00:24:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Felicity/Hecate and OPEN
Who: Felicity/Hecate and Tanym/Hades (Ah! And the dogs Kirby and Hocus-Pocus)
When: Just past night fall
Where: Keramikos, just by the entrance to the cemetery
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete
Her hands shook. What did this woman mean? Who was this woman? She must really be loosing it. She glanced at the sleeping dogs splayed around the small flat she was renting. She needed air. She couldn’t be here anymore. She needed out. “Hocus” she whispered and the dark boxer picked up her head opening her mouth in to a large yawn. But after a moment the dog got up and made her way over to where Felicity sat. Felicity got off the of bed and pulled on a dark green long sleeve shirt over her brown spaghetti strap shirt and slipped her shoes back on before clipping the leash on Hocus-pocus’ collar. And then almost soundless she slipped out of the apartment not wakening the other two dogs. She needed to get out, but years of growing up in LA had made her smarter then to do so alone.
The cool night air bit at her face, the summer night was a bit colder then she had expected, but being in the fresh air almost took away her jitters. Some people descried themselves at night-owls, she would not put her self in that category. If Fey had her choice she would be nocturnal, preferring night time 100% more then day time. And even better was a moonless night, something about it almost felt like home. She wasn’t paying much attention to where she was going; just letting her feet lead her.
It wasn’t long before she found herself at the edge of an ancient cemetery. Lucky it wasn’t a place that was heavily guarded (after all who breaks into a place like this?) and she was able to make her way just inside the gate, she still had a clear view of the road. Most people hated places like this but Felicity loved them, here she could feel like she could speak to the dead, to be able to commune with them as she did in her dreams. She could almost feel the spirits reaching for her, calling to her. And it calmed her mind, though years of therapy told her it shouldn’t. She slid down next to a crumbling stone; its Greek leaders all but washed away by time, and closed her eyes. She could already feel her heart setting her breathing returning to normal. And she was able to start thinking logically. As the dog settled next to her.
That was until the dogs head perked up, its fine tuned hearing picking up distant foot steps and the smell of another person nearing.