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@epimetheus-eats-blog
Morpheus was looking down at his phone, uncharacteristically not noticing where he was going until he bumped into another body. He was at fault for the collision and yet not a single word of condolences was given–only a raised eyebrow waiting for the other man to step aside.
He felt a bump on his shoulder, barely aware of it and expecting the other to just move out of the way. But when he didn’t Epimetheus’ gaze rose to find another man in front of him. “Uh- excuse me,” he mumbled.
*walks out of his condo for the first time since getting home from rehab*
Tummy
Re-Up Plans for Epimetheus:
After intense stress of dealing with Prometheus’ accident, Epimetheus takes a turn for the worst and his eating habits find him in the hospital. Luckily, no one he knew was there when he passed out and after paying a large amount of money to certain someones to keep it all hushed up, Epimetheus checks himself into rehab where he can recoup. They release him on May 30th, 2016, but there is no guarantee he has truly recovered. Rehab might have turned out as a way for him to escape the city and his problems for the time being.
Para: Self-para will be posted once written.
Previous Threads - will be dropped unless mun would like to continue/finish it. All threads will take place before he checks into rehab will not follow into the Re-Up. Please let me know if you would like to keep a thread, otherwise all will be dropped. We can HC things in place of finishing them if you want.
Double Cheeseburger
Homecoming || Titan Bros
Noticing his brothers sudden outburst he knew what it was about. The twins had a bond that was very different then he had ever been able to have in any lifetime. Granted marriage was similar but it was never like his brothers’ bond and he had to admit he was jealous of it, and wished that him and his biological brother of this lifetime were like that. But they weren’t. Ever since losing love in each lifetime he was sick of feeling it. Taking a deep breath he looked between the two brothers. “Is everything okay? Is this woman someone we should be worried about Epi? What’s her name?” The woman was different, and why didn’t he know about her. But he couldn’t complain about not knowing her because when was he ever around to be informed or to meet her.
@prxmetheus-petrol
Prometheus was thrown back by his twin’s expression of emotion. He had seen Epimetheus like this before, but he couldn’t remember, in all their shared lifetimes, when this anger was directed towards him. He didn’t like it. It reminded him of the ever-impatient Menoetius. And he didn’t like thinking of Menoetius, at least not as an angry and rage-filled man.
“Hold that thought, Atlas,” Prometheus said to his older brother, the anger in him slowly but surely becoming more and more noticeable as he directed his words to his twin. “Look, Epi. I knew from day one, when I told you after the Valentine’s masquerade that I was with Circe, that you weren’t happy about that. But you should know, this is new to me. I don’t do the whole committed sort of thing, and whether you like her or not, Circe’s been good for me. We’ve been good for each other. So on that note, I should ask you…” He took a long sip of his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before speaking a bit more angrily. “…What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?”
{ @epimetheus-eats }
Confrontation. He hated it. Hated fighting. Hated arguing. But this didn’t mean the titan didn’t possess a temper. He knew he would never win a fight of words, he wasn’t a fighter. He wasn’t witty with comebacks. Most times he would simmer in his own damn feelings. But this time was different. This time, the words came out in perfect tandem at the audacity that Prometheus would put a woman over him.
“You don’t even fucking know her!” He shouted back at his twin, the knife in his hand slamming against the chopping board and he turned to face the man in the wheelchair. Two months, that was how long he had known the damn witch. Two fucking months and now all of a sudden they’re good for each other? For the first time in his eternity of afterlives Epimetheus was sickened by how human his brother had become. So damn fickle and emotional.
“Good to know it only takes you two fucking months to put some other damn bitch over your own brother.” He surprised himself of his own bitterness but it was too late. All the stress, the fear, the worry had surmounted over the past week since the accident and it had become too much. Epimetheus felt his fists pumping angrily, trying his best to keep himself calm. This wasn’t like him.
“Oh,” she spoke gently, nodding, “That sounds nice.” Mania watched the cogs turn in his head and thanked him for ordering her a drink.
He wasn’t wrong, bars weren’t really her scene, but every now and then, she needed to unwind, “I needed a moment to relax,” she admitted, “It’s been a weird day.” She smiled kindly over at him, asking, “You come here often, then? If you know all about the food and beer options?”
“You went to a bar to relax? I thought spas were more of a thing for--” girls. Epimetheus stopped himself before looking away. “Weird how?” he asked her, nodding his head at her own question. “Yeah, recently. But I’ve written a couple annual reviews on this place.. So I guess it has its perks,” he chuckled.
Looking up again toward the man, Mania nodded, “I was thinking the burgers looked good,” she agreed gently, making a small face, “What’s an IPA?” She was rather annoyed to see that the man received attention from the bartender with a much greater urgency than she had, but nevertheless, Mania was grateful. She slipped from her stool to the one next to the man she was still trying to place and thanked him under her breath, choosing the greek inspired lamb and pesto burger and some fries before waiting for him to order something for himself.
“Indian Pale Ale” the titan responded. “It’s paler in color. But bitter.” He cocked his head to the side before ordering her a beer that would go nicely with the burger and asked for his usual for himself.
“You don’t look like the bar type,” he said after the Crystal left them. Glancing over at the goddess he took in her attractiveness but couldn’t help but feel a weird turning in his stomach.
somebody.
Nodded her head agreeing with him, keeping a smile on her face. Now that she had seen he was fine and better she was feeling better and she decided she’d still around the hospital trying too do what she could for people even though she knew she couldn’t really do much.
“You know you can text me or stop by the coffee shop whenever you want and we’ll go on our best adventure yet”
“Yeah.. we’ll do that again.” He told her with a small smile before turning towards the exit of the hospital. “I need to go.. home.. and shower..”
Homecoming || Titan Bros
Sitting down at the table he nodded to his brother about the alcohol and listened for one of them to speak again. Him being away all the time lead to him always being the one who didn’t know what to say. “Um, the project is okay” Atlas stated taking a drink from his beer. “If I wasn’t producing it I would have gotten fired, but since I am they just have to deal with me postponing the rest of the filming” Atlas stated with a simple shrug. Granted now he was going to have to pay everyone more money, but his family was more important. Plus soon he was going to see if he could somehow be able to direct while being here. Maybe hook the camera up to the computer and see if he could watch and take notes as they went. Shrugging it off till another time he looked at his two brothers. “Anything new?”
Prometheus, already having an idea that his twin was going to pass on the alcohol for the pouch of sugar, reached up over the edge of the fridge door towards his brother, bringing two bottles to the table where Atlas had taken his seat. Hearing how Atlas had almost gotten in trouble for leaving production, Prometheus dropped his head a bit. He still felt a bit of rage that his older brother had often disappeared without so much as a phone call, but he also felt a bit selfish at the idea of wanting him around more often solely regardless of what his job required of him. Still, he remained quiet and used one of his rings to open his bottle before taking a long sip. “Not much is new with me,” he said shrugging. “Beside the lack of legs. And the fact that I’m… sort of… seeing someone…” Trying to move the subject onward, he quickly looked up at Epimetheus at the stove. “What about you, Epi? What’s new in your life?”
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“Sort of? You practically called for her when you got shot. You’re practically in love with her. ” Epimetheus scowled as the words flew out his mouth in disdain. He couldn’t help himself. And he knew the reasons of his disapproval of Prometheus’ new-found happiness was rooted in fear. That he would be replaced. That he would be actually as useless as he always thought he was.
He slammed his fork onto the counter before going back to the steak that sizzled on the nearby grill, ignoring Prometheus’ attempt to move on to another subject. @worldismymap-smother
Mania had seen him around in their usual circles and knew his face. When she spotted him drinking and glancing her way, she politely lifted her drink in the air, as if saluting him as a hello before perusing over the menu. Having no idea what to have, she tried to get the bartender’s attention to ask the woman behind the bar what was good. Sighing as she was ignored, Mania went over the menu again, not wanting it pick a dud meal.
He watched her, noticed the way she glanced at the menu with uncertainty before attempting to wave down the bartender. “The burgers here are pretty good if you drink it with their house IPA,” Epimetheus told her with a nod before setting down his drink.
“Hey Crystal, mind if we put in some orders?” immediately the woman brought her attention to the titan knowing his reputation well. Not only had Epi written reviews on their bar, he was also a regular there.
The gym, as a general location, was almost a second, or maybe third home for Selene. Perhaps it was because the gym was her nephew’s or perhaps it was because she spent an awful lot of time in gyms in this life, but she was comfortable in the gym, comfortable in ways that she wasn’t in a lot of other places. She could relax - how strange was it to be able to relax as she pummeled a bag or went a few rounds in the ring? All the same, even as it was strange, it worked for her. Strapping on gloves only moments after she walked into the building, she nodded greeting to a few whom she was familiar with and happened to catch her eye (honestly though, she was familiar with almost everyone in the gym). Walking to a bag that was traditionally hers, she laid a hand on it to steady the gently rocking mass, before noticing eyes on her. Glancing over, quickly, she spoke.
“Unless you want to go a round in the ring with me or have something to say, I suggest you get out of my way.”
He smirked at her from his bench before shrugging. “My bad.” Epimetheus knew who this was. Selene. One of his many titan cousins and he had heard she came to the gym a lot. Notus was her nephew and he was sure she had some kind of family discount.. or even freebies when it came to membership.
power: the ability to make people feel uneasy around her.
Mania had been feeling weird all morning and now in a way she ‘normally’ felt weird. She felt overly exhausted, as if she was taking on too much at once when really, there was neither more or less work for her to do in the ward. She’d done a few interviews that day, some new staff to hire, but while all of them looked good on paper, none of them seemed to interview well. There was a man who had been commended for his work in a ward on the west coast and there he was, shifting in his seat and mumbling out his answers. Mania had no idea how a man like this could command a rather troublesome psychiatric ward, so she’d let him go with the stock standard ‘I’ll be in touch’.
Now that the working day was over, Mania decided to get a drink. Her medication had been going well, almost too well, and the alternate personality didn’t seem to bother her lately, so she figured she could have one drink and everything would be fine. Yes, technically the warning on the orange bottle said no alcohol, but Mania knew her body – and she knew this particular medication – like the back of her hand. Making her way into the bar, she ordered herself a cocktail, leaving it up to the bartender to choose which to make her.
Epimetheus wasn’t a heavy drinker, but lately he had been visiting the bars quite a bit. It didn’t help with the issues going on in his life both internally and externally but it was enough to keep him from eating everything in sight.
He was on his fourth beer before he noticed a blonde sit next to him. Looking he gave her a lazy smile before going back to his drink.
Homecoming || Titan Bros
“Why the hell wouldn’t I want to stay?” Atlas complained. Granted he had been away for awhile, but in all his other lives before the musketeers he had usually be alone to defend for himself. He wanted this life to be a happy one. Taking a deep calming breath he ran his hand through his mixed blonde hair. “I’m just glad your alive prom” Atlas stated walking over to his brother gripping the handles and pushing them into the kitchen. Epi was always his favorite brother but after his most recent past life he owed prom alot for keeping his wife safe. And he hoped one day he’d be able to reunite with her, but the likelihood was dem. “So epi, what’s for dinner. I’m starving!:
Prometheus shrugged at his brother’s question. He didn’t want to think of the fights they had had in their respective past lives, nor did he want to think of how angry he had been just a few seconds ago. He never bothered answering, and just waited as his brother wheeled him into the kitchen. It was nice to have his brothers together in the room again, but it hurt that it was only three instead of four. Once in the kitchen, he wheeled over to the fridge and took a few beers from inside. “Atlas, I’m sure you want one. What about you, Epi?”
{ @epimetheus-eats }
“Juice,” he answered not bothering to look at either one of them as he fussed around the kitchen peeling vegetables and seasoning the steak. It had been a long time since they were together, an even longer time since all four had been together. Epimetheus didn’t like thinking about their lost brother, it only served to make him angrier.
He tossed together some salad for the three of them as the artichoke dip baked. “So how’s that new project?” the titan asked his brother absent-mindedly, stabbing the juice box before taking one single gulp of it and tossing it in the trash. He made his way to the fridge for another.
