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Erato (passionburning) wrote in nevermore_logs,

Erato was drifting in her apartment, listening to some classical music and humming along softly as she played with the arrangement of some flowers in a vase. Although her trauma was some months ago and she had long come out of her shell to be able to express herself properly again, she still often found herself aimlessly moving around her space, her fingertips brushing over the items she owned to ground herself in her home. She still felt the loss of those items Hybris had pawned, those Asterion hadn't been able to retrieve for her, as much as she tried to move on from it. Having lived such a long life, having trinkets like that were like keys to unlock memories that were hard to hold onto in her human-bound brain. It was like pieces of her past had been taken from her.

She'd left her job too, because she could no longer focus. How fortunate to be bonded to one of the richest men in America. Apollo was paying her bills and he probably didn't even notice the loss. So Erato had bought plants instead, and a standing harp, and she would play and water her orchids and lilies and ferns, and care for her cats better than as if they were her children, and sometimes a friend would knock on the door and make her face light up with joy as she greeted them.

"Asterion!" she exclaimed in delight. She smoothed out the ankle-length romantic nightdress she was wearing and stepped aside to let him in. "What a lovely surprise! Come in!"