Dec 12, 2004 05:00
Tempest left Anteros, feeling rather guilty that she'd flipped out. It wasn't that she meant to, she just did. She really really did want to help him forget, help him get over whatever her name was that had hurt him so bad, but if she was honest (which she rarely was, to herself anyway) then she wasn't feeling so spiffy either. Sure, Tempest hadn't gone through what he had, but she still had her moments of feeling like crud, and lately they were popping up more and more frequently.
Not only that, but her rather active tongue was starting to show signs of rebellion. There were some things that Tempest didn't like to say, or even think about that much. Things that were important, things that were only meant for her. It appeared that her mouth had a blatant disregard for her privacy, and was intending on flashing this info about and getting her into hot water. Well, the water wasn't really hot, more lukewarm really, but she still didn't want her private thoughts to be known by every god on the pantheon.
She needed to sort her head out...either temporarily or permanently. Clearly trying to push things away wasn't working anymore.
Tempest headed over to Aphrodite. Aphrodite would help, and if she didn't, she'd at least be able to catch up on some gossip.
"Dite, you here?"
aphrodite,
peitho