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WHO: Klymene & Prometheus
WHEN: Less than an hour after the light returns
WHERE: Prometheus' studio
WHAT: Checking in

She'd wanted, so badly, to get to him during the hours of darkness. A grown man thousands of years old Prometheus may have been, but sometimes Klymene looked at him and all she saw was her little boy. And even when she didn't see that little boy, she saw the skinny man tied to the mountain and screaming in agony. (She'd never seen that for herself. By then she'd been a handmaiden on Olympus, a polite word for her forced slavery to those who were her lessers. Had she her freedom, Klymene would have gone to try and rip those chains free herself. But even though Klymene had never seen her son's punishment, she had nightmares about it far too often and woke in distress, sweat pasting her clothes and sheets to her skin.)

So in the unnatural darkness, it was to Prometheus that Klymene desperately wanted to go. Had Iapatos been with her maybe she would have risked it, but alone Klymene didn't dare face the streets.

But once that veil lifted, Klymene was out of her apartment and making her way to Prometheus as quickly as she could, parking the car in front of his building and then not-quite running to the door. She banged her open palm against it a half dozen times, calling through the steel. "Prometheus! You need to open the door and let me in!"

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"Not anymore," Klymene said with a shake of her head, but there was no use arguing with him in this state. "Have you eaten anything all weekend?" she asked Prometheus, taking both his hands in hers.

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He didn't really believe her, but he didn't argue her point anymore. They'd just keep going in circles, until it all became a moot point. Even shaken like this, he still knew when to let his mother win an argument.

He let her take his hands and shook his head. Not eating anything was relatively easy. He'd long learned to ignore his body's signals for food. "No. Just sat here."

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Klymene let out a sad sigh and then leaned forward to leave a gentle kiss against his forehead. Getting to her feet she said, "I'll make you something." If she couldn't protect him from his nightmares, she could at least do the motherly thing of making sure he ate.

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He nodded, not entirely up to lying and saying it wasn't needed. At this rate, he'd probably not eat for a few more days, at least until he was able to quiet his fears.

He rose, giving the door a skeptical look, to follow her. He knew he ought to check on Aidan, Jade, and Bess, and it was the only reason he was willing to push himself through this. Humanity always came first to him, the ones he cared for even more so.

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Klymene's tone was conversational when she spoke, pulling things out of Prometheus' fridge. "As far as I've heard this seems to be the work of Nyx and her ilk," she told her son, "although if they had a purpose beyond general chaos I've not read about it."

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He knew he needed a shower and he would, but not after he'd eaten something. Straightening out those priorities helped in keeping his mind calm. He'd probably not go outside for a few more days, but talking himself down when someone else was there was easier.

"I don't think they need more purpose then that." He'd never had many dealings with the children of Night. Why the pantheon often felt like pretending it was still ancient Greece, he'd never understand. Out of habit he lit up a cigarette, mostly so he'd have something to do with himself.