Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2019 13:40:43 GMT -5
But That Doesn't Mean I Can't be Changed
The change in his and Astrid's relationship was...strange. Not always a good strange, either. Having another person almost living with him, waking up next to her some mornings, was something he thought he could get used to and possibly even enjoy. So far, he had achieved neither. Before the change, she'd stayed over a few times, but that didn't mean he'd felt comfortable about it every time. He hadn't minded, per se, but it was mostly because he didn't have the heart to kick her out most times. Having another body in his bed on a semi-regular basis was a bit unsettling, and for all that he liked Astrid and enjoyed their time spent together awake--though even that had grown a bit tense--sleeping, literally sleeping, with her wasn't something he thought he could do for much longer. It was nothing against her, personally, because he'd never shared his bed for such innocent activities as sleeping and likely never would after her--because it was looking like this thing they had was drawing to a close, losing the novelty it used to carry. It was probably a good thing, then, that he hadn't actually introduced her to his family. He was trying, because for all his recklessness, Zeus knew real relationships took work from both parties, but their fire was fading fast. Zeus still liked her, always would, still thought she was a fantastic spit-fire beauty, but they weren't quite suited to this whole...monogamy and sort-of-romance thing they had going. She deserved someone willing to stick it out, to give her their all, and Zeus...couldn't. Breaking it off would be as much for her as it was for him, and likely just as painful for them both, but it had to be done. He'd break it to her the next time they met, in a day or two. It would give him time to stew on it a little longer anyway, to decide if there really was no helping it.
He sat in one of the arm chairs with his (non-alcoholic) coffee and his musings, wondering what exactly he was doing with his life--sleeping around and drinking almost non-stop at 47. Merlin, was he becoming like his sister? Gods he hoped not. The coffee had grown cold, and he grimaced when he took a sip, too lost in his thoughts to drink it. Or add the customary whiskey. The whiskey could easily be added, but he didn't have magic anymore to rewarm it, and drinking lukewarm coffee was only marginally more appealing when it had alcohol in it. Ugh. He'd have to buy another cup, then. "Bollocks," he sighed as he rose to his feet and made his way to the counter for a refill.
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