Returning to where it started.
Confused emotion crashing like a tide over his head, Panic knew he was drowning. There were decisions -- important decisions to make, information to learn, negotiations to set in motion... but there were also two loves, each greater than he was alone, dragging him under the surface, no matter how he thrashed to keep his head above.
He couldn't talk to Clotho like this. He couldn't talk to anybody except...
Phobos materialized in Aphrodite's temple courtyard, just by the fountain. And there he stood, watching the gentle play of the water for a long moment. Waiting, either for the words, or for his mother to come to him. He couldn't guess which would happen first.
He couldn't talk to Clotho like this. He couldn't talk to anybody except...
Phobos materialized in Aphrodite's temple courtyard, just by the fountain. And there he stood, watching the gentle play of the water for a long moment. Waiting, either for the words, or for his mother to come to him. He couldn't guess which would happen first.