Pygmalion (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} milk_and_ivory) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs,@ 2012-09-04 15:11:00 |
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Who: Pygmalion and Galatea
What: Without his magical talents still Pygmalion is having a mid-life crisis and a mental break-down
When: Tuesday afternoon after he comes home from classes
Where: Galatea's place
Two weeks. It had been two weeks...maybe it was three...or four! The days had started to blend so close together, Pygmalion didn't even realize it was already September. He was distracted ever since Hephaestus had stripped him of his talents. He felt so....ordinary. It was a disgusting feeling. He could hardly rub together two lines on a grocery list without his thoughts causing him to panic.
He'd been on his way home from classes, two more students less than he'd had last week. There was a little over a dozen still in his class, all draining to mindless zombies now that their teacher was practically mentally handicap now.
Wringing his hands together he approached Galatea's place. He didn't even wait for the maid to come to the door for an answer, he just came in in a panic.
He'd been on his way home from classes, two more students less than he'd had last week. There was a little over a dozen still in his class, all draining to mindless zombies now that their teacher was practically mentally handicap now.
Wringing his hands together he approached Galatea's place. He didn't even wait for the maid to come to the door for an answer, he just came in in a panic.