#threads: athena

[vivianpearson]

CLOSED STARTER: @lovesspell (Athena). LOCATION: Rewind Rentals.

"Hey, Athena! How are you doing?" Vivian asked, as one of the regulars walked into the store. "Having another movie night with the wife?" She asked, which was something she admittedly found cute. To have a life partner to share something as special as film with, alongside everything else. "I have a few romcom suggestions, if you're interested in that."

[faithdevotion]

@intheirabsence​​ plotted starter [athena/elias]

Many faces, many voices through time, a sequence of events that couldn’t be stopped or bound to be repeated, no matter if mortal beings wished for it. But could immortal ones have the luxury of being able to recall such events through their infinite lifespan? For humans, infinity wasn’t a gift given to them — it was purely fictional and, for most, not a granted wish. Though, fiction could exceed reality, contrary to popular beliefs and the limits of the mind. Visions of what seemed a life that was never lived often visited Athena, shown in dreams and even by recalling familiar places herself when she skimmed through the travel magazines to search for a vacation once she had her so desired holidays. Those places she recalled were often ancient; small towns, ancient buildings and streets with mid to no modern touch, a reminder that some places escaped the forced modern infrastructure & civilization and were able to live and preserve ancient traditions, no matter if in modern days people refused to see it. She often wondered the reason behind those visions and, in the past, falling to overthinking and obsessing over them to find out an answer. An answer she hadn’t been given. No one could. 

A soft smile beamed her features, weary eyes disguising underneath it for a few moments. A doctor’s life was tough, and they witnessed many grisly situations. She checked her new patient’s pulse at the hospital as she tried to relieve him with her smile. Louis Clerigo. Man in his fifties, presumably attacked by criminals who left him in a critical state, with deep wounds close to his arteries. Though, the real cause of his attack wasn’t disclosed by him. There was also a presumption the man had underlying health problems related to his memory, given to how he kept naming her under a different name than the one she had and, upon seeing her, he got emotional.

“You’re alive. . . “ Louis spoke between heavy breathing, intense gray hues fixated on Athena. “Eva... I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Mister Clerigo, please.” A soft voice addressed him as emerald gaze fixed on the panel, showing his heart rate. Brows were knitted together, finding what was shown on the panel rare; the heart rate didn’t show any worsened levels, despite his condition. Athena believed it to be a machine calibration error, for which she kept insisting the technical department to fix it, but they were absorbed with work they had yet to do that they couldn’t fix it until the next day would come. “Don’t force yourself to speak. Focus on your breathing.”

“He. . . He will be filled with warmth his soul has long forgotten. Love he has longed for.” He sentenced. Athena’s gaze met his, a hand falling to his arm gently. “Rest. I’ll be back soon.” She left the room with a hand closing the door behind her, a sigh leaving her lips with fingers running through dark strands of hair as she made her way over to the nearest beverage machine to grab coffee. Thoughts about the man were quickly dissipated when sounds of gunshots were heard inside the hospital.

She was startled, with jaw dropping and her heart skipping a beat, while she witnessed nurses running to hide inside the staff rooms. Soon, a man of Caucasian appearance, with a face half-covered in a black bandana and dark gaze, ran over to her, pointing his gun at her. "Hello, doc. I'm looking for a patient. Thought you might be able to help."

Athena's gaze widened at the sight of the gun, and she took a step back. "I'm not allowed to give any information on the patients unless a close relative asks for it." At her response, back of the man's hand struck hard against her cheek, followed by him grabbing her by her elbow and pressing her back against him, pressing the gun to a side of her temple. "You better help, or you'll join every dead patient you've ever had."