theodore watson {mars} (praelium) wrote in themoderngods, @ 2012-04-07 12:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, ♥ lucas gray, ♥ theodore watson, ♦ athena, ♦ mars |
WHO: Theo/Mars and Lucas/Athena
WHAT: Mars is awakened
WHERE: New York Public Library
WHEN: Friday afternoon
Mars had to admit—he was impressed. Theo had put up a stronger fight than what was expected, and although he was no less than grated and absolutely livid at the young man’s persistence, in the end, he had to give him some credit. Perhaps that was deriving from the post-bliss of finally being released from the confinements of Theo’s head, but ever since being liberated, he had a clearer state of mind. He was less angry, less aggressive, and less crossed. He was still all those things, but to a much lighter degree. Mars was able to stretch his arms, become acclimatized to having satiated control over the vessel, and absorbing as much as he could about the world’s current events. He’d seen what Theo had experienced through secondhand eyes. But it wasn’t enough.
He sauntered down the aisle of the public library, his hands shoved into the deep crevices of his pockets. For now, he was passive. For now, he wandered without purpose. Though soon, he knew he had to seek out others like himself. He longed to be reunited with his brothers and sisters, but that couldn’t be too much of a conundrum. After all, it was New York’s milieu itself that had roused him from his unfathomable slumber. He could wait a bit—only for a bit, because Mars was known to insist for quick and prompt answers. If he didn’t get them, then he felt entitled to lash out in a hostile manner.
The library was wonderfully vast—books eking out in shelves that ran on perpetually. Mars, momentarily diverted by the fact that he was temporarily pursuing life with nothing more than simple whim, was entirely content to waste his days in this particular library, completely disregarding the fact that his vessel’s best friend had worked here. He stopped in his tracks, glancing at a book opened up at one of the displays. Mars walked towards it, his steps cautious. While Theo’s eyes were a striking color of insipid grey, they were currently a dark brown now that Mars had taken over, and those dark brown eyes shifted over the picture.
His hand lifted and the pad of his thumb gingerly brushed over the bright crimson color of the cape. He sighed, sounding resigned, and then pulled his hand away. He shook his head.