#thread 04

Skyros has been an adjustment, to say the least. His life with Achilles had always been free, even when they were at the palace. More free than what Patroclus had known before, anyway. Here though, that had changed. They had to sneak around to be alone together during the day, had to avoid the princess, had to keep Achilles’ identity hidden.

He’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of him that liked seeing Achilles dressed as a woman. It was still him but it was like he was seeing him under a completely different light. He could fall in love with him no matter how he dressed, though he was glad for when they could both just be the men that they were. After lunch, Patroclus had fallen into the ritual of walking with Achilles along the shore, as his husband and him as his wife. That’s what they were doing then, bare feet sinking into the sand and the expanse of the sky so huge that Patroclus could stare up for hours. Well, he could if he didn’t have a better view, he’d always been awful about staring at his love. The dress and makeup didn’t change that.

    She would remember and abide well by the words of her Master.

  “The way you stare... If you wish to partake in this, you are free to do so.”

Thus she found herself in the midst of discovering the beauty of an all you can eat buffet. Virtual this world may be, it was not one to shrink lightly on the finer details in life. Be it the smell to reach her nostrils upon entering the establishment or the taste to reach the tip of her tongue upon her first bite. All was to a level of perfect almost on par with the cooking of her late Master. Almost.

It was while she was working on her second serving, or was this the twentieth one, that the amass of food in her hands hit the floor quicker than it hit her stomach. The joy she had been feeling from a belly well feed quickly distorting to a stomach upset at who she was faced with entering in.

Bruce really needed to sit down for a minute.  It wasn't the first time he spent most of the day on his feet, but he hated to admit that he was getting too old for this kind of thing.  He looked for a decent place to sit and sighed as he relaxed on the ground.

After a moment he digs in the medic kit for some pills then got into his other bag for food and a notebook.  Once he took the pills he did a quick look around.  It surprised him to see a familiar face.

"Stephen," he called waving at him.  It was difficult for him to mentally adjust to the fact that one of the most gifted neurosurgeons in the world was somehow a real life wizard.  It said something about the kind of things he'd seen in the last several years that the wizard part was even a blip on his radar.  As soon as he had a moment he'd work on some convoluted explanation that lined everything up with science in a very tidy manner.  Okay, so he was still working on explaining his own condition, but he wasn't about to dwell on that.

{❀}—; Koi was  a beautiful city like no other Futaba had ever heard of. The tree’s were nearing their end at this time of year, even so the scenary was beautiful. The shops located were homey and welcoming. It was peaceful here. Everything seemed so untroubled, if only the world was always like this forever. She herself knew this restfulness could not last for ever. A time where she could just be herself without feeling singled out may soon come to an end. After her middle school experience, the last thing Futaba wanted was to repeat the loneliness she had been through. It was decided upon laying her foot in Koi, she was going to reinvent herself. 

{❀}—; After her first year of middle school, the only boy who Futaba ever thought was an exception was gone. She didn't like boys, not since she was younger. As soon as boys began paying attention to her due to her looks and quiet personality, the other girls too took notice of this change. Growing jealous of Futaba's looks, and cuteness as a whole eventually Futaba found herself alone. Even her best friend had left her. That was why she would leave behind ever single part of her cuteness and become the exact opposite of a cutesy girl.

{❀}—; Walking down the street after purchasing some groceries for home. Futaba seemed to have ventured into a part of town she had yet to see. Although she felt rather uneasy here. Belladonna Block, Futaba had heard a few rumours about this place but never had she been here herself. It was still day time, but there seemed to be some unpleasant people here already. From what she had heard at night time at this place was a little dangerous around that time. Feeling a tad nervous she tightened the grip on her grocery bags. Suddenly she overheard a few boys behind her, possibly students talking. Glancing behind they seemed to be looking right at her. It sent chills down her back and a drip of cold sweat formed by her temple. You should ask her out one said to another. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a piece of bread and crammed it in her mouth, followed by another. Eating the two pieces of bread so quickly she nearly chocked on it. Eeh... Maybe not another voice said. They left. Feeling relieved the girl sighed.