Gregory van Denend ✘ Thanatos (inexorablefate) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-07-20 18:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, !zurvan, thanatos |
thirty-seven.
There was always something to be done but he had set aside today to handle the financial side things. After breakfast, he'd informed all that he wanted to be left alone, even when it came to food and that he would come out when he was good and ready. Since then, he had been working, reorganizing and double-checking all the numbers.
Without lifting his head, he intended to grab a pad of paper when a sudden crash jarred him from his paperwork. Annoyed, he rose to investigate what would have to be cleaned up. It had been the vase of poppies that had been placed on the edge of his desk had tipped, the vase cracked and the brilliant red blooms limp in the shallow puddle of water. As he reached to pick them up, a cool feeling spread through out his limbs, triggering both nausea and uncertainty. Immediately, he recoiled from the flowers and got to his feet to sit on his chaise longue, one hand pressed to his middle.
Perhaps it was best to take the rest of the day off from minding the books.