Post by Alexander Orion on Jul 7, 2016 18:42:53 GMT -6
Alexander Orion was alone. Unequivocally, undoubtedly, painfully alone. He had been that way for some time. His seducing of women had hit an all time low since his arrival at camp halfblood. The son of Eros was painfully aware of the fact that it had been two months and eleven days since he last lay with a woman. That is two months and ten days too long for a son of Eros. He opened his eyes to stare at the stone carved version of his step mother, Psyche. She was beautiful in a harsh way. The kind of beautiful that is almost painful to look at. That was the image that lay above Alexander Orion every night as he attempted to sleep, tantalizingly close, yet so far away.
The demigod sat up in his bed. Looking around the Eros cabin. His bed was one of four. Heart shaped and covered in red satin sheets. The fountain looking structure at the center of the room appeared to an onlooker flowing blue with heart shaped chocolates and condoms. The condoms weren’t heart shaped, but that would be interesting. As if mocking him, the fountain looked as if it was overflowing with the condoms, but hiding the chocolates from sight. He threw his sheets to the side and got up to look in the mirror, which, of course, had two cupids pulling back in an arrow shot towards the center of the mirror.
The son of Eros made eye contact with himself. The deep green of his eyes unsettled a lot of people, but it unsettled him the most. His eyes were just about the only thing that his mother had given him in terms of resemblance. And it just so happened to be the only thing he remembered about her. The deep green going lifeless. Alex closed his eyes for a moment, making sure to keep his eye contact with his reflective self to a minimum as soon as they opened again. Instead his eyes found his mouth. Which was pressed into a hard line, taking the form of a grimace. He danced around his face, looking for a part that didn’t appear to be as sad as the rest of it.
After failing to find the happiness in himself, he instead found himself admiring his own body. The muscles carving deep ridges into his body. The place where the mad harpy had ripped into him on the night of his arrival still stood out angrily below his shoulder blade even though it has been almost three years. Alex touched it lightly, still finding it to be tender. Sometimes wounds don’t heal correctly. His mind then drifted to his deepest wound.
His heart still ached for her. He didn’t know why, and no therapist could coax that out of him. He turned away from the mirror and found himself searching through the fountain for a chocolate. The son of Eros began to throw the blue wrapped condoms across the room in search for the heart shaped candies. He imagined that this would look quite strange to a viewer. A shirtless man with his hair in a pony tail frantically throwing condoms across the room.
After the room was successfully destroyed, he layed down on the bed once again. Still unable to find solace in sleep. “Comfort come to me.”
The demigod sat up in his bed. Looking around the Eros cabin. His bed was one of four. Heart shaped and covered in red satin sheets. The fountain looking structure at the center of the room appeared to an onlooker flowing blue with heart shaped chocolates and condoms. The condoms weren’t heart shaped, but that would be interesting. As if mocking him, the fountain looked as if it was overflowing with the condoms, but hiding the chocolates from sight. He threw his sheets to the side and got up to look in the mirror, which, of course, had two cupids pulling back in an arrow shot towards the center of the mirror.
The son of Eros made eye contact with himself. The deep green of his eyes unsettled a lot of people, but it unsettled him the most. His eyes were just about the only thing that his mother had given him in terms of resemblance. And it just so happened to be the only thing he remembered about her. The deep green going lifeless. Alex closed his eyes for a moment, making sure to keep his eye contact with his reflective self to a minimum as soon as they opened again. Instead his eyes found his mouth. Which was pressed into a hard line, taking the form of a grimace. He danced around his face, looking for a part that didn’t appear to be as sad as the rest of it.
After failing to find the happiness in himself, he instead found himself admiring his own body. The muscles carving deep ridges into his body. The place where the mad harpy had ripped into him on the night of his arrival still stood out angrily below his shoulder blade even though it has been almost three years. Alex touched it lightly, still finding it to be tender. Sometimes wounds don’t heal correctly. His mind then drifted to his deepest wound.
His heart still ached for her. He didn’t know why, and no therapist could coax that out of him. He turned away from the mirror and found himself searching through the fountain for a chocolate. The son of Eros began to throw the blue wrapped condoms across the room in search for the heart shaped candies. He imagined that this would look quite strange to a viewer. A shirtless man with his hair in a pony tail frantically throwing condoms across the room.
After the room was successfully destroyed, he layed down on the bed once again. Still unable to find solace in sleep. “Comfort come to me.”
