lordofbunnies (lordofbunnies) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-12-07 00:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | david wood, dionysus, pan, puck tucker |
Who: Pan and D
What: Need of cuddles!
Where: Pan's flat
When: Saturday afternoon
Warnings: None
When Dionysus had gone to work only to find Pan not there he wasn't too worried...more irritated. Luckily for him he had a key to his old place and felt safe in the assumption that Pan spent all his money on booze and none of it on changing the locks.
He opened the door to the apartment.
A small horde of animals looked up at his presence. Squirrels, pigeons, cats, and a whole menagerie of other rescued animals were the norm in Pan's place since D had left it, and they knew this god too. But instead of scattering or running up to greet him, they continued to lay about in their places, almost in a depressed manner.
D rolled his eyes. Yes, turn his luxury condo into a farmhouse. He sighed, entering the place and closing the door behind him. "Yo fur-butt. Where are you?"
From the bedroom, someone muttered something, but it was too quiet to understand.
That didn't sound good. D took the steps two at a time to the loft.
Pan was laying in bed, face down. He was tangled up in his covers like he'd been trying to wrap them around himself for warmth, but his hooves poked out of the ends. He was shaking and sweating and looked up at D with a look of pleading. "Cold," he muttered again.
D scowled. His friend was in pain, and if someone were at fault for this they'd pay. He sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing some tissues to dab at Pan's brow. "What happened?"
"Dunno," said the goat god in a shuddering voice. "Started... couple of days ago..."
"[Just sick?]" D asked, settling himself in next to his friend and helping to pull the satyr into his lap.
Pan shook his head and clutched his friend like a security blanket. Or a lifeline. "[N-no... Power.]"
Power? D narrowed his eyes, all while smoothing a gentle hand over Pan's hair. "[What happened? Do you know?]"
With another cold shiver, Pan pointed to a newspaper laying haphazardly across the edge of the bed.
D blinked, reaching out to pick it up. He scanned the article, getting angrier. "[Yeah but this isn't the whole story I'm betting...]"
"[I can feel-feel it,]" whispered the other god. He nestled into D, seeking out his heat desperately. "[They're losing their faith. Maybe some of them were just in it to rebel or something... but they were still trying to believe. So tired...]" It was almost like the Fall again, and he was shaken to his core.
D frowned, hugging his friend close. "[You're gonna have to be strong and do without for a little while...]" What a painful admission. He closed his eyes, lending some power to his friend. "[I doubt you'll be able to win them back just yet after bad publicity like this]"
Pan sighed with release, and color returned to his face. "[Thanks.]"
"[No prob, kiddo,]" D murmured, planting a kiss on his friend's forehead.
Pan smiled, a bit. "Can you stay a while? Or I'll go with you...]"
"[I'll stay as long as you need,]" D smiled, scritching behind Pan's ears. "[Besides...Brother got rid of all my booze.] The prat."
That made the satyr laugh uproariously. "Ooh, [you're in so much trouble]."
"[I know right?]" D grumbled, rolling his eyes.
Snicker snicker. "[Serves you right for sleeping with him. Dummy.]"
"[Hey!]" D snipped, frowning. "[I love him...]" He shrugged. "I can deal."
Pan rolled his eyes, his opinions painfully clear. Even in the midst of pain and withdrawal, he could still find it in himself to be obnoxious.
"[You should probably rest,]" D grumbled. No more talky now.
Baby. But, fair enough. Pan nodded and curled further up against his friend, feeling safer. For now.
Summary: Pan hasn't been into work for a few days, and so his boss goes to locate him.