Grecian Urn...

Hermaphroditos was huddled up cross legged in the center of his/her bed hugging a large stuffed cotton candy blue colored poodle while he watched some of the dvds he'd summoned from his New York apartment on the dvd player and television he also summoned from the same place.

He was watching Pretty Woman again...

Andy never got tired of Pretty Woman, it was one of his favorites and he loved the part where Vivian returned to that store where the salesclerk had been a real bitch to her the first time she went shopping with Edward's plastics to show the hussy what she wouldn't be earning in commission. That part was particularly wonderful at the moment because he wished he could do something similar when he went back to work. He wished he could go work for someone bigger and throw it in his old bosses face! That would show them all! Better yet, he should try for his own line because then the models would be working for him and he could ruin their careers if they got snippy with him!

While he sat there watching, suddenly thinking he should leave New York and go out to Hollywood for awhile, his wrist started burning and stinging. The moment he started to look at it his attention was drawn to his cell phone ringing. He grabbed the phone and rubbed his wrist while he put the phone to his ear. On the other end was his old boss wanting him back? This was a surprise! But then he caught sight of his wrist, "What in the name of Gucchi!"

He told his silent boss he'd call her back, and if he were to have waited for a reply he wouldn't have received one, before laying the phone over on the bed.

"Chosen? Eh?"

Andy had never had a tattoo before, but he was sure people just didn't sprout them!

"He lost his words? Did you look under the bed?"

She gave both her brothers a disbeleaving look, and led them both to a fountain in the opposite direction that Morpheus and Lethe had wandered.

"Hedy... you're such a dork. Are you sure you're an erote? There's obviously something there that's not for us to see."

She took a seat on the side of the fountain and drew her legs up under her, looking at them both as she reached her hands in the water.

"So...other than the obvious. how's things? And seriously, Andy... What was that look for?"

"Well, I'd be honored for any visit... just tell me to write myself a note, and I remember better that way..."

She looked up as Andy noted his sister, and smiled in her direction, expression freezing a bit as she saw who Harmonia was with...

Morpheus. The idea that he'd be on the mountain hadn't even occured to her. It was good to see him... but weird. And she felt a sudden rise of guilt and trepidation as memories, fresh like they were just last week thanks to Mnemosyne, all came rushing to the surface.

"Oh."

She couldn't imagine she was top on his list of people to run into, considering how horrid she'd been to him. Not that it had been her fault, or really a choice. She looked back at Hedy and Andy, and smiled again.

"Your sister may have a better idea of what's going on. You may want to talk to her."

He couldn't believe Hedylogos hadn't went this long before, the course of a few days, without copulating. Really.

Lethe on the other hand was going in the other direction. Months or years? Really. There were ways of getting around that. Maybe she just didn't remember?

It wasn't fair that she wouldn't remember the conversation."But why? Why do you have to forget? How do you ever love someone if you don't remember their face or name?"

Because everyone in his opinion deserved the chance to fall in love, even if it was just puppy love.

Something was wrong.

Something was CLEARLY wrong.

He hadn't been laid in two days. TWO DAYS. That was a veritable dry spell for him. Nothing he said worked on ANYONE! This had to stop!

Spotting a sexy brunette making eyes at him from across the party he was attending, Hedylogos made his way across the room, giving her a beautiful smile as he approached.

"Well, hello there."

"Hi." Oh, wasn't that cute, she blushed a little at his attention. This was going to be cake.

"I'm Hedy, and I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock."

The drink left her glass so fast he didn't even see it coming and he stood there dripping, mouth wide open as she stalked away with a disgusted look on her face.

Oh. My. Gods.

I'm BROKEN!

Quickly he left the party and transported straight to Olympus and to his fathers home. He would know what was wrong!

"Daddy? Are you home? I'm BROKEN!" His voice echoed around the temple hall and the break in it could be clearly heard.

Andy thought it felt kind of weird and surreal to be back at his dad's place. After he washed the blood off his face and regretted he couldn't wash away the bruises or the experience altogether he looked around the room he'd been set up in. It was roomy enough; there was a four poster bed, a full length mirror near a balcony, a dresser with empty drawers and there was plenty of shelving in which to place various things of his liking.

He decided if he was going to be staying for awhile he needed to spice it up; make it his own.

He walked over to the empty closet and pulled back the closet's sliding door to give it a good look, viewing whether there was enough space inside for most of his things. When he turned away from it, it was full of his clothes, shoes, boxes of hats and scarfs. The drawers opened and were filled with belongings with another thought and then shut. He walked to the center of the room and conjured a computer desk and chair in what had been an empty corner as the shelves filled themselves with an assortment of things he liked: books, dvds, cds, beanie babies, and a collection of Final Fantasy dolls.

The walls were covered in framed posters. There was a Van Gogh poster of Starry Night, Warhol's 1964 Marilyn and Ingrid in a hat. Band related posters also adorned the walls; there was Placebo, London After Midnight, My Bloody Valentine, Blonde Redhead and a black and white poster of Kurt Cobain.

Andy smiled and walked outside on the balcony where he conjured a table with an umbrella and two chairs. It would be a great place to read.

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