WHO Luna WHEN Saturday WHERE Peitho's place WHAT A present! WARNINGS references to sex
By mid-afternoon Saturday, Luna already felt worn out. Sometimes, sitting around the apartment, it was easy enough to sort of forget that Peitho and Hermes were immortal beings. Hermes bitching about a stain on his favourite shirt, or Peitho frowning at the computer trying to edit a picture: they both sometimes seemed so normal.
But then they'd decided that they were going to keep having sex for seven hours and it was very clear that these were immortal bodies at work, and Luna had trouble keeping up. She took a couple breaks and either returned a little while later or found herself 'captured' (so very willingly) and drawn back.
Maybe Luna didn't have to worry about getting fired or them losing interest: it was quite possible she'd die of exhaustion before she ever got a chance.
What a wonderful way to go, though.
But now she was showered and dressed and no one passing her in the building could have ever guessed the filthy ways she'd spent her morning. And winter meant her tattoos were covered, so people couldn't even make their assumptions based on that. (Luna didn't want to add to the stereotype of tattooed bisexual girls being easy, but....)
Downstairs she breezed through the lobby, giving a wave to Antony the day clerk behind the counter. "Miss Olmos," he said, "someone dropped these in for you earlier."
Luna turned herself, walking back over to the counter as Antony lifted a brightly coloured Dunkin Donuts box for her. Luna frowned. "Who brought them?"
As Luna looked at the box, it was her heart that spoke up before Antony could: Will.
Doughnuts had been their thing, right?
"The young man said you'd know who they were from."
Will.
Had to be Will.
Luna felt conflicted, that low simmering anger at Will clashing with the desire to hug that doughnut box to her chest like it was a loved one. A very sugary olive branch.
She smiled a little. "Thanks," she said with a nod. "Yeah, I know who they're from."
The desire to go out and get things done was receding, and instead Luna took the box back up to the apartment and then downstairs into her little library, where Hermes and Peitho rarely came unless they were looking for her.
She sat the box down on the coffee table, a cityscape behind it in the window.
Luna pulled out her phone and found Will's last messages, happy things from before everything had exploded. What should she say?
Her thumb hovered over the keyboard for a long time, but she couldn't think of the right words. It wasn't I forgive you, because she didn't think she did. And it wasn't I'm sorry, because Luna refused to do that. She put the phone down on the couch beside her and flipped open the box to look at the doughnuts inside.
There was a small notecard, tucked in between two of them, a little frosting rubbed off onto it. Luna lifted it out with trepidation and an almost shaking hand.
The card said I hope the time comes when I get to learn the other things you like, and Luna frowned. She turned the card over for more information but there was done. She looked past it to the doughnuts in the box: three chocolate frosted and three apple spice.