Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 18:11:47 GMT -5
Click. Click.
After all these years, he was quite used to the sound. Actually found it rather soothing sometimes.
Click. Click.
Okay, so he didn’t really need it, but he liked to think it improved his look. Distinguished, aged to wisdom, that sort of thing. Usually you didn’t find young immortals like Apollo using a cane. Thank the gods. Orcus wasn’t going for the attractive young guy look like the sun god. He didn’t mind looking older. Probably because he was older. Older than the Olympians at least. Beyond that, his age was his own business.
Click. Click.
The stones of the streets were a little bumpy, but not horribly so. Worn with time. Not as much as the true Rome, of course, but all the same. They did a lovely job rebuilding things here to be close to the original. He didn’t often come here for other than business. That was, until recently. Now he visited fairly regularly, which he was sure Lord Pluto was pleased with (insert sarcasm here). Yes, Pluto was in on it, for Orcus would have been wrong not to tell him. He would have found out eventually. However, there was the nice little perk that he had an advantage over fatherly ‘you make her cry, I make you cry’ ideas, in that he was sparing Felicity a great deal of pain in the name of who she was. He’d held that one over Pluto’s head nicely. Yes, Orcus might be ‘minor’ but he knew what he was doing. He was not powerless, and perhaps the time had come to remind some people of that. He had a few appointments here in the city, but for now he was just enjoying the nice Spring day. Odd for an Underworld god to say, but there it was. Ceres and Proserpina seemed to be getting along well, seeing as things were growing splendidly. He passed a garden and looked over the variety of things starting to bloom and sprout and everything. Ah, young life. Atilius would have enjoyed it here. He’d been a unique boy, an Underworld deity, but always enjoyed doing random things like going to the mortal world on the side and bringing back a bunch of dandelions in the Spring. Speaking of which, there was one of the little golden beauties there at the edge of the garden. The sight, and the memory, brought a sad smile to his face. His boy. Gone too soon, never to return. And since he’d been a god, there was no visiting him in the Underworld.
Best move on, so that he did.
Click. Click.
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Word Count: 437
Notes: Come play with my new baby!