stowaways

This was the worst day of his life. Jupiter felt like trash. He probably hadn't opened his eyes more than a handful of times on the way back to Fireside. He'd slipped on the harness to his cart, turned it towards home, and off he went. It struck him as odd that the damn thing was still so heavy, but he chalked it up to just how shitty he was feeling and kept pulling with nary a further thought given.

He'd known this was coming and in truth, wanted it. Finally his body matched his mental state. All he needed now was to lay down somewhere and wait for death or marriage, whichever came first. Hopefully death if he were being honest. In all honesty it wasn't the woman who worried him. Chaos was right, she was probably a looker and at the very least he'd enjoy fucking her. What he didn't like was the commitment. To her, to Tyrian, to everyone who was counting on this deal working. He just wanted to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Was that too much to ask?

After reaching a stand of trees in the Knolls, Jupiter shimmied out of his harness, drug himself over to a bush, flopped down underneath it and waited for death.

-exit Jup via sleep-