hate to see you leave, love to watch you walk away

"Aw, Thal," she cooed, flattening her ears against her skull and pressing her cheek even closer to hers. "Festivals not your thing? C'mon, even gods have to have fun sometime." Theory chuckled and rolled her shoulders in a carefree shrug. What did a god do to have fun, anyway? When you had all the power in the world how did you cut loose? "What do gods do to enjoy themselves?" She withdrew slightly and sat down, a curious look upon her face. Theo was drunk and childlike, flitting from thought to thought without much regard for those around her. "I mean, I guess toying with mortals might be fun for some," she laughed. "Is that what our friendship is? A game to you?" Suddenly she was somber, thinking very, very hard about what she'd just said. "Gosh, I hope not..." Games were things like foot races and hide and seek, not whatever this was. This was different. This was special.

"This isn't a game, right?" she asked again, a little bit louder now. Theo's brow furrowed and she looked to Thalia for reassurance. Had she been wrong all this time? Was she just another silly mortal caught in the Abraxas web? "I mean - things are d-different now. You're Aerie. We could be - things could be different. Boreas doesn't lie between us any more." What was she even saying? Theo stopped before she tripped over her tongue any longer, but couldn't help but mutter a few last words: 'I mean, we're closer. Like. Distance-wise."