|passionbound (passionbound) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2010-08-30 18:08:00
|Entry tags:||fenrir, hel, odin|
Who: Pierce & Simon, and now guest-starring Aura
What: Awkward family times with blood and broken mirrors
Where: Lobby then off to the hospital?
When: Monday afternoon
Warnings: Injured wolfboy?
Notes: None to speak of
The day had started out with a headache that wouldn't go away, and while climbing back into bed to sleep the day away had been oh-so-tempting, the foul taste in his mouth demanded the use of a toothbrush and toothpaste. It was there, going about his normal morning routine, that everything just kind of went to hell. That first glance in the mirror, only to see a monstrous wolf staring back at him... well he was pretty sure he shrieked like a little girl before instinct took over and he threw his fist at the mirror, shattering it instantly and sending shards of glass all over the bathroom floor. Standing there, blood dripping down his hand, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, Simon was pretty sure he had gone absolutely insane. Either that, or that tequila had done interesting things to him.
Sure enough, a peek into another mirror showed the same thing, but he was smart enough not to throw his fist through it this time. So with his hand wrapped in a bath towel, he had intended on trying to get ahold of Aura or maybe even Moana and asking for some help in patching up when Aura's post caught his eye. And then there was the conversation with Pierce...
And that brought him to now. Standing in the lobby, a new towel wound around his hand, standing slightly slumped against the wall, head still pounding. He had had enough sense not to take aspirin in order to soothe that headache, but that didn't make him any more hospitable to the world.