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Who: Atlas & Klymene
What: Mother and son reunite
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Antique shop
Note: I'm lazy. I apologize for the rash of threads from the Fates account. >.>


If Atlas did say so himself, this restoration was one of his best yet. It had taken a lot of painstaking work with delicate tools and a light touch, but the end result had been beautiful, and well worth it. People were buying his restorations from places as far away as Argentina and Sweden. It blew his mind occasionally, but if people liked them, well, that was good enough for him.

He was just finishing up his business with gentleman who owned the shop, when the bell over the door chimed, and immediately he felt the presence of another immortal. Flicking his eyes to the side, he tried to catch a glimpse of who this new arrival might be, because if it was an Olympian, he was so very out of there.

lightstepping
2012-02-29 09:06 pm (local) (link)
Klymene didn't really enjoy shopping, but what she did enjoy was owning things. She took great pride in her home and the beautiful things she filled it without and the trawling through antique stores was just something she had to put up with to gain that.

This store was no different to any other, except that the moment she stepped through the door she felt the presence of one of her own, familiar and old. Another step inside and she scanned the store before her gaze fell on him.

Klymene's hand moved to cover her mouth as she drew a shocked breath. Was it truly- could it really be her Atlas? She dropped her hand and held it out towards towards him instead, her smile slightly tearful.
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spinningheavens
2012-02-29 09:19 pm (local) (link)
The very last person Atlas had expected to come through the door was his mother. He hadn't seen her for many, many years, but her eyes were instantly recognizable. He nodded goodbye to the owner, then stepped closer and took his mother's hand, head tilted in surprise. That didn't mean he wasn't pleased, though.

"Hello, Mother," he said, smiling as much as he ever did. "It's good to see you."
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lightstepping
2012-02-29 09:34 pm (local) (link)
If Atlas thought he was going to get away with little more than that he was quite mistaken. Klymene moved forward, pulling the boy into her arms and embracing him tightly. "My darling," she said as she kissed his head, just above his ear. "My sweet boy, I've missed you so much."
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spinningheavens
2012-02-29 10:05 pm (local) (link)
Atlas allowed himself this, if there was anyone it was safe to relax for a moment around, it was his mother. And he really had missed her, truth be told.

"I've missed you too," he replied, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. "You're looking well. Is Father here as well, or my brothers? I'd like to see them, if they are."
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lightstepping
2012-02-29 10:18 pm (local) (link)
Klymene drew back out of the embrace slowly, keeping her hands on his upper arms so he couldn't disappear as she already feared he might. "Your father is here, as are Prometheus and Epimetheus." A small sad frown then: "I've not heard anything of Menoetius since the day he was struck down. But the same could be said of you and here you are!" she squeezed his arms and looked on him adoringly. "Perhaps soon my last son will join us all and we can be a family proper again. Oh," she said, remembering it, "I've asked the boys to join me for dinner tomorrow. You'll come then and surprise them."
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spinningheavens
2012-02-29 11:25 pm (local) (link)
He raised an eyebrow at that, as much of a show of surprise as he ever gave. "I hadn't expected there to be so many," he said at last. "But in any case, I am glad they're here. I think I've wandered the world long enough." He felt a small stab of disappointment that Menoetius was not there, but he managed to tamp it down and not dwell on it. It wouldn't do him any good anyway.

He inclined his head in agreement at her mention of dinner. "Of course, Mother. Simply tell me when and where, and I'll be there. Shall I bring anything?"
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lightstepping
2012-03-01 12:36 am (local) (link)
"We've all been alone for too long," Klymene said with a small sympathetic smile and squeezed his hand. Her baby boy cast to the edges of the world and forced into such servitude. On Olympus she had been surrounded by people, but that hadn't made her any less lonely. Those gods had been her enemies and Klymene had been made aware of her lowly position to them daily. "I won't have us separated again."

"You can bring yourself," she told him with a dismissive wave of her hand. "But you need nothing else. Let me look after it all. But you won't escape me as easily as all this- tell me, where are you going now? I want you all to myself."
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spinningheavens
2012-03-01 04:00 pm (local) (link)
"That we have," he agreed solemnly. "But it cheers me to know those of you here are alive and well." He'd missed his family terribly during his forced labor, but at the time, little could have been done about it. Now that he had them back, he was going to appreciate their presence more.

"Of course," he repeated. "And I would never try to escape you. I had nothing specifically planned for the afternoon, but perhaps you'd accompany me, and we could have tea?"
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lightstepping
2012-03-01 04:36 pm (local) (link)
"Yes," Klymene smiled, "I would love that. You'll have to tell me about everything you've been doing in this country." She slipped her arm through Atlas' and led him out of the shop and into the busy streets. "How long have you been here?"
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spinningheavens
2012-03-03 12:45 am (local) (link)
"Anything you wish to know," he replied, settling his hand over hers and leading them towards a small shop he knew was nearby. He usually didn't like to talk about himself, usually avoided it if at all possible. But he didn't mind sharing it with his mother. She'd probably find out on her own, anyway, should he not be forthcoming.

"Only since the beginning of the last century," he said at last. "Living in the port cities, mostly. Making maps and navigation instruments, charting the stars. Doing what I do best. And you? How have you been keeping?"