CLOSED STARTER || icarus volati ( @icarusfclling ) LOCATION: somewhere in xenios TIMESTAMP: heteraidia festival – seventh day ; early morning
Months had passed Prometheus were uprooted to Olympe. Yet they had never felt stranger for living in the fever dream they had found themselves thrusted into. They were surrounded by bright neon lights shining bright and high in the night sky, changing weather that always remain too perfect, frivolous trends that change faster than the season, and webs of favors that bind everyone to the ruler of the land. Others continue to proclaim Olympe as heaven of the mortal realm, but Prometheus found themself restless sometimes and seek for a semblance of familiarity. The closest thing they had found was a phantom from simpler days, a past long gone and out of reach.
It was a wonder, how they managed to slink away from one another for such a long time. Though it was perhaps for the best. He’s a liability to your cause, Prometheus told himself the moment they suspected he was now drunk with greed and power. Though perhaps the bigger reason to their hesitation to reach out was the truth that would caused the ghost to fade away into the night, leaving them alone to brace this strange world.
But the need for an answer had grown far too great, and unwittingly, so did their yearning for something old they could maybe hold on to. And so when they had spot him in the halls of Xenios that early morning, after carefully threading the tightrope for the past months, Prometheus dove in. “Has sleep eluded you as well, Legatus?” they asked, careful to maintain the distance separating them.