#antcnettes

[adelfikos-blog]

To: carnation 💝

Orlando: why are you even making me bake an apple pie i dont grow apples OR bake

Orlando: shoot sorry wrong sent

[adelfikos-blog]

what was then ;

@antcnettes

For a child of Dionysus — a god who’s all about flamboyant events — Orlando’s life after he settled in New Athens had been, well, uneventful.

It’s not that he finds life in New Athens boring — far from that, actually. The whole community was just bursting with so much liveliness and harmony that it’s almost easy to forget that there’s a world out there literally trying to “liberate” their kind from the “brainwashing” that the two camps have been trying to do for years in order to overthrow the current government. He did not delve further into the details of his world’s slander — he finds the whole accusation ridiculous, really.

Regardless, life within New Athens has been faring well for him so far. It’s pleasant to live a normal life without the pretense of suppressing a part of him for the sake and safety of his former mortal friends. For once, he really did felt that he belonged.

Unfortunately, life in New Athens for him had been uneventful.

As if something felt horribly missing for the duration of his day.

(Or at least, he knows it’s someone.)

Orlando tried not to dwell on at the thought of a certain child of Proserpina; much less on his last conversation with his now ex-girlfriend of his. While they have been in an on/off relationship for the last two years they’ve been together, he cannot help but to feel a twinge of remorse at the tone of finality that they had when they decided in the heat of the moment that they would be best off without each other.

It had hurt; hearing those words coming from Antonette herself. But Orlando was far too prideful to yield and far too scared by the woman’s suggestion to even try to reach out to her. That, doubled with his frustration with her reasoning from their last argument, had hindered him from contacting his former lover ever since.

Yet, every negative emotion that he associated from that argument and her seemed to dissipate alongside his breath as he spotted her from afar. Here. Near NAU. Near him.

She didn’t look any different since the last time he saw her, although she’s looking like a little kid lost in a theme park. He almost chuckled at the lost look on her face, only to be replaced by a slight frown on his face. What is she doing here?

He started walking towards her; although his hesitation halfway through made him slow down his pace. What if she doesn’t want to see him? What if she’s here to see him?

‘Best well to suck it up, then.’ he thought, clenching his jaw as he dragged himself towards her with more determination. ‘She’s already here, after all.’

But as he approached the woman, he finds his words dying at the back of his throat. She was there — at his arm’s length, yet he couldn’t find the voice to speak to her.

So he cleared his throat, drawing the attention of Antonette, and muttered, “Can’t blame you for looking so lost — NAU is big after all.”

(So much for uneventfulness.)