Nightmares! (Cupid)

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Prometheus was troubled. And considering he was the Titan of Forethought and wasn’t caught off his guard easily, that was saying something. But this was one of those times when having forethought was not so handy. Because it previewed something bad. For him. Of course, he’d made mistakes before. The whole chained to a rock thing was kind of testament to that one, though he preferred not to consider that one as his fault. Rather, he had only been doing that which would have benefitted young mankind best and the gods simply did not see it that way, which was only an error in their priorities.

But not all gods had such a terrible big head about them. And, of course, he was talking about Cupid, a rather recent – for an immortal – acquaintance who had turned into a friend rather quickly. The boy was sharp and humble, a good combination. And his heart was in the right place. And he did have the introspective quality that Prometheus favored in man and god alike. In his opinion, it made for greater opportunities for advancements and new ideas when one was not too focused on being a social butterfly.

Which was why he had asked the younger god to meet him here, in the remote, nearly uninhabited reaches of Brazil, where the Amazon Jungle came up to meet the Atlantic Ocean, leaving only a sliver of land not thick with trees and groundcover. There had once been a group trying to live here, but they had long since left and their property abandoned and forgotten and mostly taken over by the vegetation. All that remained was the small building he took refuge in now, as it rained heavily outside. But it also offered privacy, which was of the essence right now. Because there was something wrong. He’d only just noticed it. There was just something about his dreams and even some of his thoughts scarily enough that did not seem his own. And Cupid seemed possibly the best to turn to in such a matter. Not that the boy, and he said ‘boy’ with no hint of condescending, was particularly known for his insight. In fact, he was more known, perhaps falsely though, as a troublemaker by modern man’s imagination. He was, however, someone whom Prometheus trusted, and a matter such as this he would not trust to just anyone. The boy had every bit of promise as a truly great mind and Prometheus respected that greatly. Well, that and they just seemed to get along right from the off. While their abilities were not particularly related – unless one considered that some degree of foresight on compatibility was necessary for creating romantic matches – they seemed to have much more in common than one would think. And he liked to think that he could act something of a mentor for the young god. This time, however, it was he who needed Cupid’s help.

Tag: Cupid
Word Count: 490
Notes: pathetically short, sorry, but muse was running low and I’m getting tired so…

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Admittedly it had been a while since Cupid had last chatted with his sole Titan friend. He felt a tad guilty about it, but it wasn't as if Prometheus was likely to even notice it. Of course mortals and immortals defined periods of long time differently so whereas Cupid was currently measuring a long time in mortal terms (i.e. a couple of weeks), Prometheus was probably still on immortal time, meaning he considered a couple of centuries to be a long time. Either way though, the Titan had been the one to contact Cupid recently so either he had a reason or he was merely looking for a little company. And while the god didn't doubt they were 'friends' or something of the sort, Prometheus still didn't seem like one to set up a meeting with the simple purpose of 'catching up'. It simply wasn't his style, nor a style typical of any of the immortals (except perhaps someone like Apollo or such-basically one of the more talkative, cheerful gods).

Now even if Prometheus had some sort of selfish motive for inviting Cupid along to meet with him in the lovely land of Brazil, Cupid was still one hundred percent likely to show up. He was a reliable young god, and a kind one at that so when a friend called, he answered (sometimes whether he wanted to or not, though this wasn't one of those cases where he was particularly dreading the encounter). Whether sleet, snow..or rain, in this case, he noted, as he trekked through the edge of the rain forest where he had appeared. Certainly it would have been easier to pick a location nearer to the small house that he could spot from his position, but he always had a certain fondness for the rain forest and its exotic creatures.

Running his fingers through his damp curly black hair, Cupid shook off a couple of droplets of rain before risking the cold, wet walk across the beach. It only took a few moments for him to reach the door, but by the time he made it there, his jacket and jeans were already soaked down to the bone. Shaking himself off slightly like a dog, the tall, gangly god entered the cabin, his eyes immediately spotting the Titan of forethought. "Hello Prometheus,

[/color]" The right side of his lips quirked up in a friendly smile. "You wouldn't happen to have a pot of tea, now would you? It's just a little bit..chilly out there. Nice location choice, by the way.[/color]" He gave the titan a slightly pointed, albeit amused, look. Pulling out the chair across from him, the dark-haired god settled comfortably into the seat, taking in the features of the small, cozy little shack. The previous owners must have been a unique pair, but with rather good taste-he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. After all, the view was rather spectacular, even if the sounds of the forest in the evening must have been occasionally off-putting.

"So, did you just miss my intriguing company or..?[/color]"



tag ,, prom-prom
word count ,, 513
notes ,, a post? YAY.

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The rain was an unintended pitfall. While it was nice to listen to, and pushed all the less desirable company – like predators – into hiding, there was still the fact that he was hoping for company. Though he didn’t really doubt that Cupid would come. The young god had a way with being true to his word and dependable for nearly anything. Which was one of the reasons Prometheus liked him so much. Well, that and his personality seemed to compliment Prometheus’ own. Was it bad that Prometheus thought of the boy as almost like a little brother? The kind you tended to stand up for and want to help along any way you could.

He glanced up. The rain was picking up. And both fortunately and unfortunately, it was at the same time as he noticed the new aura. A little ways off, but definitely the power of an immortal. And likely Cupid. In the rain. Yes, now he did wish he had chosen somewhere with slightly friendlier weather. And sure enough, there they boy was , soaked to the bone, standing in the doorway. Poor lad. “Well, I can honestly say I was not expecting you to walk here,” he said with a hint of joking in his voice. Sometimes appearing in a new place you weren’t familiar with wasn’t easy. He only knew this place because he had used it once to try to keep under the godly radar. Which meant it was rather ironic that he was inviting a god here.

He smiled all the same though. “Cupid, my friend. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” He got up and took his suit jacket off, offering it over to the waterlogged god. He considered it common courtesy among close friends. Then again, his thoughts were sometimes a little dated. But that aside, Cupid had admitted it was chilly out. “Tea can be arranged. Not a bad idea really.” He took the clump of clay he always carried from his pocket and carefully molded it into a teapot. Within a minute, steam was pouring from the spout. He looked around and found a couple of old glasses in a cabinet of sorts and wiped them off with his shirt. He crossed back over to the table and set the glasses down, taking a seat across from Cupid and pouring the tea. He handed one class to the god and gave him a smile. “Why thank you. Rather fond of it myself. Nice and tucked away and you can’t beat the natural sounds.” A particularly loud monkey screeched in the distance and Prometheus sighed and added, “Well, at least some of the time.”

At Cupid’s question, he smiled. “Well, I do admit your company is always of high value in my opinion, and it has been some time. I confess to having been busy myself, so I take full responsibility. To be sure, I should like to know what’s been going on in your life lately.” After all, he cared about the young god and honestly might pay an unpleasant visit to anyone who might have the nerve of upsetting him. An angry Prometheus was not a common sight, but it did happen on occasion. “I do have need of your expertise as well though. There seems to be some things that have arisen of late. Personal things. The sort I can only trust you with.” Prometheus got along with a lot of people, mortal and some immortal alike, but none except Cupid would he consider a confidant.

Tag: Cupid
Word Count: 591
Notes: yay for magic clay!