Ouranos picked up Paul's ring from Teja weeks ago. He still hasn't given it to him.

There's a good reason for that.

... well, it's a good reason to him, at least. He's not so sure Paul is going to like it as much as he does.

"Paul?" he calls, knocking on the door to his office.

Ouranos doesn't know how the mortals can stand all the soot in the air here in New York City, how they can cope with not being able to see the bright blue sky in the middle of the oppressive months of summer - it's not so bad at night, though, when the air's cooled down and the sky clears enough for a few (very few) stars to be seen, which is ( Read more... )

Even in his slightly-too-large human form, Ouranos can be as silent and as light as an autumn breeze ( Read more... )

There are numerous things Ouranos does not like about apartment shopping:

1) The realtors. They lie.
2) Picking out an apartment is a lot harder than picking out a puppy.
3) There's too much paperwork.
4) THE WHOLE PROCESS TAKES TOO DAMN LONG

... those are only the top four.

He's being good, though, and keeping his mouth shut so Paul won't get annoyed ( Read more... )

Ouranos is not at all surprised to find himself once again walking the streets of Buenos Aires, squinting against the harsh sunlight, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, Melania hobbling along with her little puppylegs at his side. He is, however, surprised to find that his feet are directing him toward the old home that he mentioned ( Read more... )

Ouranos, Paul, and the two puppies enter the god's Halifax apartment directly from Milliways, today.

... er, tonight.

It's 9:38 PM, and when Ouran catches a glimpse at the time, he facepalms.

"Sorry about the time thing," he mutters, shrugging out of his blazer and tossing it onto the nearest chair. "I can never keep track of it anymore."

"You don't look like a Sally," Ouranos says, tapping his foot impatiently as he looks at the man behind the counter.

Three pet stores in four hours and Paul is still puppyless. Please forgive the god if he's had his fill of stupid salesmen today.

"No, I'm Tom, hi --" replies the man with the bowtie, holding his hand out to Ouranos. "I'm Sally's ( Read more... )

It only takes Ouranos a moment to locate Paul in Milliways today, and when he does, he greets him with a poke to the shoulder.

"I cleaned my apartment up. C'mon."

It does not take long for Ouranos to find the hidden cave of Morpheus, the drowsy king, tucked neatly away in the darkness and fog, and when he enters he finds himself surrounded by dreams both good and bad. They search him, touch him with fingers that dissolve into the air upon contact and then re-form, and while some mumble their approval of the ( Read more... )

Evening comes, then Night, and as she unfurls her black-purple curtain all around Earth, Heaven settles himself around his wife and sighs.

It's a sad, tired, empty sigh that carries on the wind, drifts through canyons and across plains, and for a moment, all of Earth can feel it...

... but she doesn't care.

She hates him, hates him, hates him, and he ( Read more... )