I am really very drowsy. Some people might say it’s a side-effect of writing 52,000 words (or so) in 5 days. I say it’s just cuz I didn’t sleep enough last night ^_^
I was going to post a picture of my feet today (and oddly enough, that’s not the loopy exhaustion talking), but my phone doesn’t want to upload right now, so instead…a snippet of what occupied my time (instead of my feet) last week.
Actaeon lay on the sand, sun beating down on his bare chest. The olive trees lining the beach told him he’d probably made it back home. It wasn’t where he wanted to be, but he didn’t think he wanted to be anywhere so it didn’t matter. He closed his eyes and sank into the heat, focusing on the millions of pinpricks along his back.
A shadow blocked his sun and he forced one eye open. He snapped it shut again and turned his face back toward the sky. At least it was the one person he didn’t have any resentment toward just then. “Hey.”
Something shuffled next to him, particles of sand bouncing off his skin. He assumed his friend and mentor had just taken a seat.
“You’ve been gone a while.” Theo’s statement was flat.
“Probably. I lost count.” Not that he’d started count. Actaeon had done his best to let the days slip by since Tamil had stranded him in Samaria. The weather had changed a couple of times, but he didn’t know how much of that was passing seasons and how much was just different climates.
“Running away is new for you.” Accusation sneaked into Theo’s voice. “A whole new low to this cowardly habit you have of not taking sides.”
He didn’t need this. The ache of what had happened with Ritzachel was just a dull pain now instead of a stabbing throb, but the wound was still raw. Especially with Tamil’s reaction after. Actaeon opened his eyes a slit and rolled his head to the side, glaring at Theo. “I missed you, too. What, exactly, did I run away from?”
Theo’s brow rose in surprise. “You’re serious.”
“You thought I’d joke after a hello like that?” Actaeon rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. “What did I miss?”
“Ba’al’s dead.”
What have y’all been up to?