WHO: Kaden and Luna WHEN: Tuesday night WHERE: Maccas WHAT: You again! WARNINGS: Just references to past stuff
Tragos had told him he wasn’t going to be home tonight. It wasn't Ares' business, and he wasn't seeing Marcie, but he wouldn't say what, exactly, he was doing. The thought scared Kaden, more than most things scared him, but there was nothing he could do except wait. He really wanted to be there, with Tragos, doing whatever he was doing. He figured it was about him, and all of Aphrodite's money, so he should be there.
Tragos wouldn’t let him, though. As if Tragos had ten years on him instead of the measly four. “I’ll tell you if it works out,” he said before he left, and Kaden had gotten real sarcastic and called him the king of reassurance and tried to bow at his feet. At least Tragos laughed, and punched him in the arm on his way out, and Kaden felt a little bit better for it.
His mood held till Cy showed up at home with a girl in tow. Kaden heard Cy’s voice and then hers as they got out of the car, and got out of the house as quickly as he could. Grabbing the jacket Marcie had bought him, he climbed out his window (sneakers making wet squelching noises as they hit the ground) and picked his way through puddles and swamps till the ground started to lift. Being at home alone with Cy when he had a girl around - that thought, actually, scared him more than most others. He never felt more sickly powerless than when Cy had girls around.
Kaden caught the first bus he saw, and rode it for a way, headphones in and watching the city pass. He transferred onto a train at a station in Queens, and then swapped to another, doubling back a bit, till he ended up in Manhattan again.
He hadn’t been back here since - well, Kaden just thought of it as that Thursday.
It was really hard not to think about sex when Cy had a girl around. And really hard not to think about Peitho when he thought about sex.
Not that he was heading back to Peitho’s. No no. He was just… heading toward a McDonalds, a few blocks over. Because it was… a good McDonalds. And far from home.
It was only a few blocks away from Ares’ gym, too. Kaden had a mental map of god locations around the city.
It was quite a long way away from the park he’d watched Hecate die in.
But also it was just a McDonalds. Clean and bright and smelling of delicious fats and salts. Nothing more ordinary than a McDonalds, right? Kaden looked at the food on the tray in front of him, taking it all in. Yeah, few things were more ordinary - mortal - than this.
He stabbed a fry savagely into his sundae. It bled raspberry sauce.