Prometheus/Προμηθεύς (firestealer) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-04-18 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | atlas, prometheus |
Who: Prometheus and Atlas
When: Thursday
What: Bro's being bro's
Where: Prometheus' place
Warnings: TBD
Ever since he'd run into Bia, Prometheus had shut himself up in his house. Not that it would do him a lot of good, at the end, but still. It made him feel safer, and that mattered more then anything else. He'd ignored most of everything and focused on his art. He'd taken some pages out of Aidan's book, and made what made him feel better, and helped him deal with his issues. It ended up in a lot of bound figures he'd destroyed, but he'd opened his blinds again and no longer thought an eagle was overhead every five seconds.
The knock got him out of his thoughts and current project, this one something they were paying him for, and he rose, cleaning off his hands. The presenceat the other end felt familiar, and made him smile. He kept the smile as he opened the door. "Atlas, come in. Don't mind the mess." He looked a bit worse for wear, having not really slept in a few days, but he'd manage.