She knew he was coming. She knew it even before his note came with the flowers and fountain. It had been like the days of their ancient past, when she'd feel the change in seasons settling in the land and with it the sensation of a change in her own life creeping up over her until one day she'd be nothing but anxious, anxious, anxious. Rain would refuse to pour from the heavens when she was that anxious, dry spells would abound and sure enough he would come for her and every time..
She let him take her. The first few times it had been difficult to resist even if she wanted and then it became some strange ritual, something she secretly sometimes longed for when Perun became too much for her to deal with.
Dodola felt him in that same way and became restless, eager and yet worried for when he would show... and when she returned home that day she could barely breathe she felt so sick to her stomach with anxiety knotting her nerves up tight. She entered quietly, closed the door with a soft click and leaned heavily against it.
It was a small apartment, the door opened up to the living room directly so when she saw him she opened her mouth to say something but no words could be formed.