cut_and_run (cut_and_run) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2015-03-07 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | amphitrite, theseus |
Who: Theseus and Amphitrite
What: Maybe better luck with Poseidons other half
When:
Where: New York Harbor
Warnings: Hard to say
Theseus sucked on the flask in his hand. At least with every failure he had a strong hit of alcohol to follow, so it numbed the sting. His parenting skills were very quickly slipping down the drain (which had never been his shining talent). He hadn't really had the best example to go on. Between the cold weather and his broken promises, Theseus was spiraling and contemplating if he should ditch this city....
He had before. Every time he left he managed to find his way back. He just seemed more capable of stumbling on his feet then actually able to stand tall. He was playing the heroes game, but had no one on his side, and he hadn't bothered to see Ariadne in months. He seemed always more able to steer in the wrong direction than in the right one. He was messing with Sins again, failing his daughter and had nothing to stand on.
This was quite possibly the worst day ever.