May 22, 2009 10:07
Noon of Day 137
I don't know how long I was there, pressed to the stone. It was no longer cold under this coil, but I was. That's what Lúgh said. That I was cold. I should get up. Aphrodite slithers over my body, whispering in my ear. I can't hear what she says. I can stare. That I can do.
Finally, I pull myself to a stand. I don't fix my hair or worry over my appearance. I don't look for Lúgh.
I look for the one who is at fault for this.
Silk swirls around my body at the move of my hips and the stir of Chaos about me. I see dust rising on the road and I know. Father allows me that much.
I stop dead in the middle and wait.
Come to me, dear Luke, dear Cleopatra reborn. You and I have unfinished business.
[OPEN to Luke.]
luke,
eris