InsaneJournal

Marcie walked down from the beautiful apartment with her protector Aphrodite on her arm, and wondered at how different she seemed to be. That morning, putting her makeup on, she had tilted her face this way and that, noticing the more prominent cheekbones, the dark circles under her eyes. She kept her hair out, the better to disguise her illness, and gave it more lustre with products and curlers.

She was wearing simple clothes, comfortable, just grey marle yoga pants and one of Tragos' hoodies, which swamped her thinning frame, but it made her feel better to wear it. She hadn't seen him in too long. She was desperate to see him, although she was afraid of how things would go. Telling him... it was going to be so hard.

Athena was a different story. She had been so composed and clever the last time they'd spoken. Perhaps it would help Marcie to be able to be more objective, less emotional, about her dire situation. She would have to see. Together, the two women took a place in a side booth, ordering a smoothie for Marcie and coffee for Aphrodite, to wait for the goddess to arrive.