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nevermore_logs2012-07-30 05:49 pm
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Who: Atlas & Asteria
What: Star-gazing stoic-faced Titans hanging out
When: Friday night
Where: Woods outside the city
Atlas had taken to frequenting the clearing outside the city whenever he needed to clear his head. Which, given how often New York gave him headaches, was most nights. Things were too crowded, too loud, too bright. Sometimes Asteria was there, sometimes she wasn't. They never really planned to meet up, it was just sometimes that they did. It was quiet and peaceful, even when she was there. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they didn't.
Tonight, he knew he had to get out, because he hadn't been out for nearly a week, and being cooped up was getting to him. He left a note for Pleione, packed up his telescope, and headed out to the clearing. He wasn't at all surprised to see that Asteria had beaten him there. He didn't say anything, just set up the telescope and folded himself onto the ground. If she wanted to talk, she would. If not, that was fine too.
Asteria had been lying on the grass for the last three hours, watching the slow movements of the sky above. She was a daughter of Titans, of heavenly Coeus and earthly Phoebe, but she still remembered a time that had never been: when she herself had been a star in the heavens before she fell to earth to be an island. Conflicting stories, but to Asteria they were both true and she ached with homesickness for the blue-black canopy of sky above.
She might have looked like a dead woman to anyone who came by, a young woman in jeans and a white t-shirt, unmoving and with the shallowest of breaths. But the person who came near to her wasn't any mortal and she recognised Atlas without even looking over at him.
"Cygnus is brighter than usual tonight," she said instead of any sort of greeting. "Cygnus lights up the sky."
What: Star-gazing stoic-faced Titans hanging out
When: Friday night
Where: Woods outside the city
Atlas had taken to frequenting the clearing outside the city whenever he needed to clear his head. Which, given how often New York gave him headaches, was most nights. Things were too crowded, too loud, too bright. Sometimes Asteria was there, sometimes she wasn't. They never really planned to meet up, it was just sometimes that they did. It was quiet and peaceful, even when she was there. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they didn't.
Tonight, he knew he had to get out, because he hadn't been out for nearly a week, and being cooped up was getting to him. He left a note for Pleione, packed up his telescope, and headed out to the clearing. He wasn't at all surprised to see that Asteria had beaten him there. He didn't say anything, just set up the telescope and folded himself onto the ground. If she wanted to talk, she would. If not, that was fine too.
Asteria had been lying on the grass for the last three hours, watching the slow movements of the sky above. She was a daughter of Titans, of heavenly Coeus and earthly Phoebe, but she still remembered a time that had never been: when she herself had been a star in the heavens before she fell to earth to be an island. Conflicting stories, but to Asteria they were both true and she ached with homesickness for the blue-black canopy of sky above.
She might have looked like a dead woman to anyone who came by, a young woman in jeans and a white t-shirt, unmoving and with the shallowest of breaths. But the person who came near to her wasn't any mortal and she recognised Atlas without even looking over at him.
"Cygnus is brighter than usual tonight," she said instead of any sort of greeting. "Cygnus lights up the sky."
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"I remember all was simple when we were young," she said. "When you and I were children together, before there was talk of war and children of Cronus."
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That brought a very faint smile to his lips. "When we used to play together, like real children. When my mother thought we'd be a good match, before everything changed and the world was ripped apart."
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"And a good match we would have been," Asteria agreed. "Perhaps we would have led a quiet life dedicated to the midnight sky. But none can tell. A fate unwritten is a fate that cannot be read."