Lost || Adele & Zeus
He crept out of the house that night, his wife sleeping soundly in their bed. It was early, or at least early enough that he thought Nyx might still be out. Zeus was dressed in a business suit, his trousers neatly creased down the middle of each leg, his tie sitting just at the center of his chest. He was dressed as Noah Wickham, and though the illusion was only skin deep, it was enough to get by. Most people wouldn't glance twice at him, thinking him nothing more than a businessman, perhaps a CEO, judging from the confidence in his step and the power that rippled off of him. The air around him seemed tense, as though teeming with electricity, as though its molecules were poised to strike the next person who so much as looked at him the wrong way.
Tracking her down wasn't difficult. He knew which streets she tended to frequent, he knew which places she visited most, and he could feel that she was nearby as he walked. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a crumpled map of the city, marveling at its neat grid. His face was as much of a performance as his outfit, carefully contorted into an expression of confusion. The air grew more tense as he felt her getting closer, and he ducked into an alley for a moment to wait. He saw the back of her head, recognizing her immediately -- it was Nyx, now disguised as a mortal named Adele Iyer. Zeus slipped out of the alleyway, passing her briskly, purposefully brushing his elbow against hers. He stopped, an apologetic smile on his face as he looked at her. "Sorry," he said. "I just--er, well, it's embarrassing, really, but I'm a bit lost. Do you think you could help me find my way?" He pointed at the map holding it up to her carefully, waiting for her to respond.