thread: freyr & hades
Who: Freyr & Hades Where: Central Park When: Sunset Warnings: Who knows? Eeyore thoughts as Hades is wont to do and flirty innuendo as Freyr is wont to do.
Like most gods, Freyr had lived for a long time. There were few places on the earth that he hadn't been. The exception, of course, where foreign gods were unwelcome. As a god peace, he respected boundaries and treaties. He much preferred to be invited to places, anyway. And in his long history, he'd met a number of his brethren. Fellow gods who wandered the land, collecting followers, visiting other lands, and existing to make the most out of their very long lives. Though, he supposed, his was far less...of an eternity than others.
He laid on the grass of Central Park -- hands threaded behind his head, shirt crumbled off to the side with his shoes and socks, and basked under the sun. He never felt more at peace than when he was out in nature and under the sun. And when he was at peace? Content? The whole world around seemed to be, too. The grass was greener. The flowers brighter. The sky bluer. The wind, calm and cool. Today, he waited which was not the norm for most gods. To make a god wait was, well, punishable. However, the prospect of spending some time sunbathing had been appealing and he figured his friend wouldn't be too upset for arriving an hour or so early before their meeting.
Over the course of a year, he'd found that New York seemed to be heavily populated by gods of all cultures. It was fun and exciting. There were a few old faces he hadn't seen in some time. Others, he'd never even heard of. Hades, though, was one whose reputation reverberated across the ages like Odin or Loki. In some ways, it had been an honor to meet him though he'd never admit it. He was, certainly, not what he had expected. He'd expected someone far more intimidating. Cold. Distant. Gaunt. He supposed, though, Hades was a bit of those things. But mostly? Mostly he had seemed lonely. So, he bought the god a drink. That turned into two drinks. Then, it seemed, they found themselves meeting at the same time, on the same day, almost every other week. He shouldn't be he surprised, though. There were very few things that gravitated toward each other than Life and Death.
With a deep sigh, he could feel the shift in time. He sat up, got to his feet, and closed his eyes before knocking his head back to take in the final rays of the sun as sunset was nigh. And, for a moment, it was as if his whole body emanated the warmth of sun, glowing just a bit.