đđ˘đđ đđđđđ đ (holyrites) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2022-04-27 15:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | luna olmos |
WHO Luna Olmos
WHEN Thursday through Sunday (21st - 24th April)
WHERE Arcata, California (mostly)
WHAT Luna is become a property mogul
WARNINGS nah
On Thursday morning Luna woke up and was momentarily confused as to where she was. This was not, for Luna, an entirely unknown feeling. Being lent out to all manner of gods and immortals across the city meant sometimes staying the night, and that split second at waking could be a slight jolt. On Friday afternoon, as Luna was just calling for a uber, Tinsel had called to explain that she couldnât come. Lunaâs moment of deep disappointment was immediately tempered when Tinsel explained what was going on - Krampus had kidnapped her brother. This wasnât a sentence most people got to hear, but it wasnât exactly a weird one for people like Luna and Tinsel. Tinsel had said that everything would be okay, but she needed to stay and that Luna should still go and make sure she sent back pictures. They both promised that theyâd make another trip at a later date. (âAs long as the place doesnât suck,â Luna had added.) It was a shame, but on the positive side: Luna got to spend the whole flight reading her new book. There was a hidden gift to flying alone, and it was being where no one could reach you, even if they wanted to. While she was up in a plane with her phone off, Luna was completely and totally free of every responsibility and connection. All she needed to do was drink her wine and look out the window at clouds and turn the pages of her book as they all went slightly warped from the cabin humidity. The only person who tried to talk to her was the small child who bounced past to the toilets and who had excitedly gasped at Luna and asked do you have to draw on your arms everyday or does your mommy help? Luna had confessed that, yes, she had to get people help draw them on, before sharing a smile with the mother over the kidâs head. Sometimes people bringing up her tattoos was annoying, but curious kids were exempt from that. From Humboldt County Airport it was a gloriously short eleven minute taxi ride that brought Luna to be standing outside the stunning manor house with its rosewood brown tiling and deep blue-grey and yellow trimmings. âOh wow,â Luna said, standing on the grass as the taxi pulled away, her bag hanging off her shoulder and the front door key already in her hand. Was this really happening? Had she really expressed a desire to have this publicly and now it was just hers? That was too much but⌠here she was, wasnât she. Luna hadnât turned it down, hadnât even tried to fight against it. The last time Luna had been in the state of California, sheâd had nothing. Sheâd been fighting every day just to get by, fighting just for the privilege of getting to wake up the next day to fight all over again. Her car had sucked, her apartment was almost worse, and her job had been taking it out of her body and her spirit. California had been sucking her dry and leaving Luna with nothing. But now she had walked back into the state and nothing was the same. She had everything she could have dreamed about now, including this beautiful house. Luna went no further onto the property, instead pulling out her phone to take a photo of it for Tinsel accompanied with a handful of choice emojis (đ¤ŻđđŻđ) and then decided to send it to Merlin as well. She pushed her phone back into her pocket and approached the house. In that moment she hadnât even thought about sending it to Hermes and Peitho. When Luna dropped her bag inside the door the sound echoed. Tinselâs guess had been half right, but so had Lunaâs: there was furniture inside the house, but very little of it. It seemed the last owners had only taken what they wanted- or, by the looks of it, anything that was more modern. The furniture left all seemed to be of the classic wood antique variety and, hell yes, that perfectly suited the aesthetic that Luna had been longing for in here. She moved from room to room, taking photos for Tinsel and getting a feel for the place. It was perfect, and the only improvement could have been sharing the excitement of it with someone else. But it was also very rare that Luna got to spend a weekend completely on her own without responsibilities, and so a part of her was almost pleased that Tinsel had to pull out. How nice to be momentarily alone (as long as she knew she could return to find someone waiting with open arms and a purpose for her.) As evening fell, Luna looked up the closest big box store in the area and decided to take the walk there, maybe get to know the area around her new home. (No, donât think of it that way. This isnât a home. You already have a home, where you are loved and protected. If you were here⌠it would be like being nothing again.) To assert dominance with this new town (and because the evening was still balmy), Luna had slipped into her favourite tiny buckled shorts and a vintage :wumpscut: crop top. She ruffled her loose hair and checked out her reflection in the hallway mirror. Hello, Arcata, Luna is here with her hot mess whether you like it or not. The people she passed on her walk didnât turn out to be mildly scandalised grandparents but people who mostly paid her no mind, other than a golden retriever desperate for her attention (which she obviously gave) and a metalhead (in band tee with a name she couldnât recognise through the distinctive pile-of-sticks font) who gave her a knowing nod of recognition. Even though the sun had gone completely down by the time Luna got there, the Target glowed out across the parking lot, still busy with cars and a group of teens hanging out by the door. It had been ages since sheâd really been to a Target. Peitho and Hermes didnât have many requests that would ever lead her there. As she passed the teens, one of the boys shouted out, âwhat time those legs open?â Luna smiled, spinning to enter the store backwards so she could see him while she replied. âGimme a call in like seven years.â For a minute the artificial light inside the store was offensive and bright, but by the time sheâd started browsing down an aisle it felt to Luna like sheâd always been there. While there was a bed still in the master bedroom of the house - a beautiful old four-poster, no one could have removed it intact - there was no bedding at all on the mattress. And while her gods would have insisted on the finest and softest designer sheets, Luna tonight was in the market for âwhatever Target could offer herâ. She pushed her trolley slowly through the bedding aisle, dropping in sheets and blankets, as well as a couple of pillows and matching cases. (She sent a video of part of this process to Tinsel and then almost (by accident) to Much when she tried to send the same video to Merlin. Luna should really just remove the Merry Men from her phone. It wasnât as though she had any interactions with them these days.) In another aisle Luna added a matching black toaster and blender, and then stood there trying to remember if there was even a fridge back at the house. She couldnât remember seeing it, but she couldnât remember noticing a spot that seemed to be missing one. It wouldnât have been on anyway, so sheâd forget about it for now. She couldnât get a fridge home tonight anyway. Rounding another corner, Luna hoisted a 24 pack of sodas into the cart and looked over to a display of gigantic plush toys that had been rather thrown into disarray by the man sleeping in the middle of them. No one was paying him much mind, because everyone had seen something weirder in night Target before. But Luna found herself pausing because there was something very familiar about that splayed figure in torn jeans and a see-through teal mesh shirt, his makeup smeared across his still features. Fucking Dionysus. Luna retreated slowly and quietly, pulling her cart backwards with its pilled housewares, interested only in getting around a corner again and out of view of the Olympian who might wake at any moment. What the fuck was Dionysus doing here in California? Not only in California, but in the same town that Luna had ended up in for the weekend at the exact same time? How was that possibility a coincidence? Luna was finished casual browsing now that she knew he was here. Instead she made her way to the cashier to pay, looking back over her shoulder as casually as possible to make sure he wasnât sneaking up. Dionysus was so fucking sneaky. She didnât tell the girl scanning to hurry up, but there was impatience in Lunaâs fidgeting and sheâd started booking an uber before everything was even rung up. Outside the teenagers wanted to play again, but Luna wanted to get away. The teens could meet Dionysus if they were looking for something thrilling. Luna wanted absolutely no god-related thrills on this weekend, only enjoying the quiet and beautiful house sheâd been blessed with. When the uber arrived, Luna threw her stuff into it with great haste and when they pulled away from the Target she let herself heave a relieved sigh. She refused to even think about his presence. Oh shit. But what if he was here because Hermes had given him the address of this place? Well⌠fuck. She supposed she couldnât really complain about that, but she wanted to. It would be only silent and internal complaining however, and if Dionysus showed up at her door she would grudgingly put aside her book and make sure he was happy. It was disappointing to feel like her time away was being hijacked and sheâd really hoped she wasnât going to have to have sex this weekend. She wasnât in the right mind for it. Sure, the house was sexy and if some Victorian ghost showed up she might change her mind on that, but Luna had just wanted to keep her clothes on and have to please no one but herself. Even in the original plan it would have been Tinsel with her here, and Tinsel was unique in that she had zero interest in Luna sexually. Luna sort of loved that, because while there was something intoxicating about being desired desperately there was something⌠warm about someone wanting her company even when she didnât put out. Luna had never been good at platonic friendships, perhaps always too quick to turn them into something more, something different, something that might satisfy whatever it was that she felt was missing. But there was nothing missing with Tinsel. When Tinsel reached out and grabbed Lunaâs hand it wasnât the overture of something more, it was just exactly what it was. There was no secret message to be read in it, and nothing that Tinsel was trying to encourage. There was no tension and no expectation, and Luna didnât have that with anyone else. There was not a single other person in this world who Luna was close to where Luna didnât feel like sex was part of it all, even when it was unspoken. Damn, Luna thought as they pulled up to the house and she was forced out of her thoughts. I really wish Tinsel was here now. Although, not if Dionysus showed up. Not that she thought Tinsel would put up with Dionysusâ whole deal for more than five minutes. Which - if Luna had worked out Dionysus correctly - would either bring him immense joy or make him very angry. Luna had seen both in her interactions with the god, and both times he had chosen the unexpected reaction. But as the night went on and Luna ate her ordered pizza on the floor of the living room, she forgot about looming Dionysus. And when she woke the next morning, there was still no sign of him. Luna remained slightly on guard during the day as she explored the city, but didnât see even a hint that he might have been anywhere nearby. Dionsyus, after all, tended to cause a stir. Like a freighter passing too fast through a canal, he left quite the unmissable wake. On Sunday afternoon, Luna said her goodbyes to the house and promised to return soon. She worried about it standing so empty here, and realised that if it was going to be uninhabited then they needed to hire someone to make sure it was upkept. Luna added a note about that in her phone as she got into the uber to the airport. Back in New York, it was with surprise that Luna found Peitho waiting for her at the airport. (It was without surprise that everyone kept looking at her, some more subtly than others.) The goddess took Lunaâs face in her hands and kissed her deeply, and Lunaâs knees went weak. It was good to get away, but it was even better to come home. |