#thread 01

It was a brisk autumn day and they had been hiking through the mountain to forage for some berries Chiron sent them to find. Patroclus was often distractable when he was with Achilles, and today was no different. “Hey, Achilles.” He called from behind him, pointing above his head at a vine dangling from a tree overhead, drops of red in it. It wasn’t what they were sent to find but he and Achilles had eaten them before and he remembered they tasted sweet, like roses and honey. It would be a nice treat. “I’ll get them.”

The pandemic was nothing but stress for the both of them, Joly knew. Enjolras was stuck at home while Joly was working ungodly hours at the hospital, coming home exhausted and in a sour mood. It wasn’t his first pandemic, they were there during the cholera outbreak, they were there when consumption was all around, but still. There was something very disheartening about going to work to help people without knowing how to do that, especially when there were so many covid patients.

But he was prepared for it. He studied epidemiology for fun for christ’s sake, he knew all about the spread of disease, how to handle the situation they were now in, and well, he was following those guidelines. There was only so much that could be done, though, when Joly was around sick people day in and day out, when all of his coworkers were. He was exposed every day. 

When he went to work and checked his temperature before starting his shift that morning, he had a fever. His whole chest felt tight when he saw the temperature, he didn’t feel terrible, at least not more than usual. Long hours had their toll, he blamed that more than anything and besides, what medical resident wasn’t always exhausted? After taking a test, he left the hospital and let out a long, shaky sigh from the driver’s seat of his car.

[text: enjolras] I have a fever. I took a test, I’ll have results in a few hours. [text: enjolras] I’m going to wait. If it is covid then I don’t want to expose you.  [text: enjolras] But I don’t really feel that bad. it’s probably nothing. maybe the flu or strept.

 But then there was Jupiter. Jupiter was on two of Phoenix’s metaphorical lists being; ‘want to fuck’ and ‘want to figure out’. Jupiter was tall, dark and incredibly handsome and absolutely Phoenix’s type. He was always at the races, never as a competitor (Phoenix noted) always on the sidelines. The business he worked under was quiet extensive and employed people of all nationalities, ages snd genders so it was hard to pinpoint who was on the crew and who was the crew. Lucas Mikaelson was smart in he didn’t let everyone in on the secrets; the drugs, the sex, the tampering. Phoenix had met Lucas’ son - Thomas - at high school and he became one of Phoenix’s only real friends. Thomas knew of Phoenix’s car jacking tendency’s and eventually introduced him to his father, the rest was history. 

 It was a night that was an all too familiar scene - another win, another loss. Another after party. This time, Vegas. It wasn’t the first time in Vegas, nor would it be the last, but it was the first time Phoenix was actually planning on furthering his conversations with Jupiter. Phoenix had recently dyed his hair a shocking shade of bright red and for the party had matched a large Chanel Ruby earring with it. Phoenix was dressed in his usual leather pants, branded Louis Vuitton boots and low cut (tasteful) leaped print top. It didn’t take long for him to spot Jupiter having conversation out on the balcony with one of the other races on the team. Phoenix pulled his vape pen from his back pocket and slunk out onto the balcony. “You always look like you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself at these parties” Phoenix inserted himself rather rudely, eyes on Jupiter “Think you’ll get bored of them?” The other racer, Monica - Phoenix recognised her as - scowled and left.

Jupiter had a girlfriend back home but he wasn’t going to stop Monica from flirting with him. He would never cheat on Lily with another woman, she was much too nice for that-- much too nice for him really. But Lily was back home while Monica was right in front of him and the microdose of ecstasy made it hard for him to deny her advances. She let him touch his arm, even squeeze his muscles, but he wouldn’t let it go farther that than. Not that any of that was going to happen as soon as Phoenix showed. Jupiter looked at the racer and scoffed, then looked back at Monica who was already leaving. “You’re ruining my game, pretty boy.”

Phoenix wasn’t a bad guy. In a relative sense. The guys Jupiter couldn’t stand were the ones that talked shit about their girlfriends to other guys for a laugh or thought their dicks were so great that they gave hookers mind-blowing orgasms. Thieves were fine, he’d been raised by dealers, and met a couple nice hit-men in his time. But it was guys like that he couldn’t stand. So Pretty-Boy-Phoenix was alright. If a little eccentric. Jupiter looked him up and down. “Really embracing the Vegas vibe huh?” He unbuttoned the top button of Phoenix’s leopard print shirt. “Are you going to the slots later tonight?”

He looked Phoenix in the eye. Jupiter made it no secret that he found the racer attractive even if he passed it off as a joke. He had dark eyes you could get lost in and lips that were full but masculine. Jupiter was pretty sure the guy’s face was perfectly symmetrically which someone told him was a sign of attractiveness. Come to think of it, it might have been Lily. She was smart like that. The only flaw Jupiter could really pin-point on the other man was that his ears stuck out, a bit like Dumbo. But if Phoenix was self conscious about this he did show it, especially with his choice of jewelry. Alright there was one other thing that wasn’t super attractive-- “you look like a stop light” He messed up Phoenix’s hair. “Trying to confuse the other racers?”

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After everything that has happened thus far since he’s been here, which wasn’t a lot considering it was only two weeks, this was the last thing he expected to see when he went outside. Not too far away, there were flames. What the hell happened? Looking around, he saw people panicking and he didn’t know what to do except to just stand there and watch the flames roar into the sky. 

Minutes pass before he decides to move. Unfortunately, he wasn’t looking where he was going and ran directly into someone. Cursing, he bowed and spouted apologies. 

       the elevator doors slide open in kara’s building. she steps out into the hallway and hesitates. it feels like coming home. she can’t remember the last time she was in her best friend’s apartment. maybe with sam. maybe with all the girls drinking wine and swapping stories. stories that seemed happy and almost too good to be true. but so much has happened in the last few months that lena isn’t even sure if those memories are really. it’s almost as if they belong to someone else, somewhere else. 

      saving sam was the best and most satisfying thing. lena did something good. even with the idea that she had poisoned children (fuck morgan edge) or that she had somehow betrayed supergirl (kara?), she still managed to do something good. she wasn’t lex or lillian. she was more than her last name, even if she was still a luthor. not just adopted. half luthor and half... who knew? but kara never lost faith in her. as far as she knew. she only had a mild suspicion of supergirl’s real identity and sometimes things clued her in, but it wasn’t her place to confront. kara had believed in her when no one else did. she defended her. she stood up for her. she came back around and never lost faith. the what if’s... lena couldn’t fucking deal with those. not when she feels like she’s spiraling.

      because there’s always been something there. on her side anyway. even when kara was with mon el. even when jack slipped back into her life. lena always wanted to be near kara. she hadn’t bought catco because it was a good investment. she did that for kara. she didn’t fill her office with flowers as a thank you. it was because she fought to find a reason not to kiss her best friend. 

    While this was not her first summoning into this game of lives, it was certainly the most unique. The words of those deemed Creators still ringing in her head. The bit of unease that reached her ears when she objected to their desire for her to simple wait in a room. If she was here, so too was the Holy Grail. It meant there was a war to begin, and thus, a Master she is to protect. Waiting around in some foreign room in waiting was far from the actions of a knight. 

Thus she stands patiently at this particular city door. Her senses telling her the one she is to be bound to awaits on the other end. Whether they will be of a perfect fit to her, or unequal, she cannot say. She can only hope to gain the further as hinges unlatch and she gains the first look at her partner.      

There is a tinge of curiosity found in the eyes of an otherwise unreadable face as she cannot help but first look to the white ears on this woman’s head. Next does she gaze down to the eyes that face her with... nothingness. They are as void of sight as they are of coloration.

“ Master... I am your Servant, Saber. ” Instead of questioning the condition of her body does she instead get straight to formalities.  “ Know that henceforth, my sword shall be with you, and your fate shall be with me. ” Thus does the knight recite what has come to be her initial pledge to all she has serves. The addition of a new action added on the end. One she learned from her previous experiences as important in growing bonds. Her hand tentative at first before reaching out to the other. 

Entering the exotic dance club the redhead couldn’t deny the intoxicating buzz that could lure any innocent morsel inside. It certainly wasn’t her first visit but what struck her was the angelic blonde that was in the centre of the room. The redhead hadn’t had the pleasure of witnessing this alluring woman before. Cutting through the crowd Alexandrea found a dark corner away from the blinding stage lights to sit, her emerald gaze never leaving the blonde. “Such a pretty thing...” The redhead mused as she took a sip from her glass of bourbon.

Waving her dreadful assistant farewell the redhead slipped through the doors of the elaborate gallery with only one destination in mind. She’d prefer to go unnoticed on her way to this particular location so she took her favored route through the dark alleyways of New York City. The vampiress had felt a strange presence following her for a few days now but she’d just brushed it off as silly paranoia after all she wasn’t safe in the real world anymore. Arriving at the underground bar she looked over her shoulder casually to check if anyone had followed and to her relief nothing stood in the alleyway.

Some time had passed before the redhead walked through the fire exit doors which led to some dingy alley. Pulling out her pack of smokes she tapped the box lightly, pulling out a single cigarette which her teeth before she proceeded to light it taking in a deep drag. Leaning against the wall the vampiress let out a cloud of smoke before her body tensed when something disturbed the silence. 

“Someone there?...” She called out wondering if perhaps it was just some drunk imbecile stumbling around the place.