Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2010-12-19 10:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | saint david, saint patrick |
Who: Saint Patrick and Nemain, then open to Saints John and David
What: Thwarted revenge during what were thwarted visits
When: Saturday morning-evening
Where: Several places, ending up at Patrick's apartment
Warning: A bit of gory exposition and blood
Notes: Re-post from earlier today. Sorry, I'm arguing with myself about it!
Patrick had headed out in the morning, with the explanation that he would be gone all day. He wanted to visit Clio first because it had been a few days. Then he was going to stop by Joseph's to fill him in on John, since Joey had asked Patrick on a date and Patrick figured his friend deserved an explanation. He also planned on bringing a cake because he hadn't been asked on a date in a while and it was the first time he said no because he had someone. Before it had always been out of self-preservation or his religion. Now he felt slightly guilty even though chances were Joseph didn't care. He was still going to pick up cake to bring.
He never got to either place.
He could feel the Morrigna behind him as he walked to Clio's and since Lucifer had already attacked the poor muse, he didn't think he needed to bring her to the attention of a trio of war-goddesses who seemed dead-set on annoying the shit out of him. He knew what the Morrigna were capable of. He had seen it first-hand, and read even more. They would rip your entrails out and wear them as necklaces if they wanted to. The last thing he wanted was for the Morrigna to have Clio-entrails necklaces.
Patrick took a wrong turn, and then another and then another. He was tailed the entire way and he started to feel like this was going to ruin his entire day. They weren't going to let up and he didn't feel like walking all over the city. He had no idea where he was by the end of it, and he resolved to just take a cab somewhere when a sense of indignation rose up in his throat and instead of finding a cab, he jackknifed off into an alley and when he was deep enough into it, he turned around and looked up.
There was a crow on a window ledge above him. He glared at it. "Are you just going to follow me around for the rest of eternity!? Fuck off!" he screamed like a crazy person, resorting to swearing he would repent for later. "Go away!" He was sick of being tailed by them, which was of course, exactly what they expected. He made a move to leave the alley, but the crow flew down from the window, landing in front of him. The shape of the crow morphed and bent and twisted, the raven-black color of the feathers becoming jet-black hair as the crow took the form of Nemain.
Patrick immediately averted his eyes, a blush rising to his features. "Oh...you would be naked."
"You've seen me before," Nemain reminded him. Patrick didn't remember what she meant. He didn't remember being seduced by her and sleeping with her. He remembered waking up alone, but the rest was a blank and he didn't connect the two.
"Huh? N-nevermind. Stop following me," he said, his eyes still on the ground. She stepped closer to him and he could see her feet, stark white against what must have been freezing pavement.
Nemain smiled a smile he never saw. "Your wish is my command Naomh Padraig."
Then Patrick felt pain in his head and nothing else.