To be honest, this virus wasn't all that bad. For one thing, it wouldn't be more than a few days, if previous viruses were to go by, and for another, Hyacinth had never been all too bothered by notions of masculinity. In Sparta, men and women alike were expected to be strong and independent, whether on the battlefield or at home. There wasn't all ( Read more... )

Oh, dear gods.

... Alphonse? I'm sorry. I did not mean all that. Were I actually sane in the past two days or so, none of those words would have come out of my mouth.

And... I don't remember all that I did, but if I have offended anyone, I'm truly sorry.

Bre! Breloom! [agitated thumping of tail against wood] Bre loooom bre!

((Hyacinth's been hit too~ He's panicky and asking if anyone else has been turned into a Pokemon too.))

... Hah. Binding ties indeed.

Damn Eros. This is the second time I've been cursed by him. I'm no longer an idle prince without work; I don't think my employer would be happy about this...

Stop thinking of Apollo, stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking.