#alecto & patroclus 01

[alectocarrion]

with: @patroclusc​ when: february, 2130 (week one - before everyone’s arrival) where: pontius, helicon 

When Alecto is told that everyone from Arcadia, Olympe, and Tartarus will be joining them aboard Pontius, Alecto’s heart sinks. It’s only been two weeks, and though the time had gone by quickly, it felt like years. Whether that was dramatic or not, Alecto cared very little. She hadn’t taken into account, or realized, that there was a possibility of seeing them again so soon. She’d been reassured that she’d be protected, and though she had nothing to fear ( other than the wrath of those she’d left behind with no real consequence other than a cold shoulder ), the anxiety of the situation continued to pummel her up until the night before everyone’s arrival. 

Patroclus stands by their side, and Alecto bites their tongue to keep from telling him that the company is not needed. Out of everyone -- despite the kindness of those who welcomed them onto Pontius, Patroclus had been the most welcoming. There was a certain edge to him, Alecto thought -- smothered in something, worry, maybe. Was he afraid for her on Pontius, or did the worry stem from what Tartarus could do to her? 

“You can really see for miles here, huh?” It’s a dull observation, they think. “Tartarus isn’t like this.” When they landed, Alecto had tried their best to map out the parts she remembered, but the development in the surrounding areas had created this environment anew -- or rather, constructed something entirely different of it. “It’s strange, too. I figured it’d be brighter here than in Olympe with, well,” they motion towards the sun, “but it’s not like that.”