And so begins my first venture into the trials and tribulations of the COTT gang. Woot.
I don't own it. Period.
Envy
It had been what Jay liked to call a Bad Day. Archie, by contrast, was more inclined to call it The Day A Thousand Millennia In Tartarus Could Never Compare To. What? He read a little poetry now and then.
Well, they'd had a fight with Cronus. Again. And the god of stupid portals and bad hair had escaped. Again. Seriously, the guy needed a hobby. Jay did too, come to think of it. And the rest of them needed a nice, long holiday.
To make matters worse, Odie was hogging all the post-battle Atlanta-snuggles. Just because they both had a concussion, the smaller boy was living up to Odysseus' sneaky genes and taking the opportunity to steal Archie's boyfriend benefits. He'd bet his ankle brace the genius was only pretending to be asleep, and was secretly enjoying the murderous glare Archie had been aiming at him for the past two hours.
"Archie? The hell's the matter with you?"
The warrior was startled out of his inner grumbling by the object of their (admittedly somewhat one-sided) conflict. He glanced away sheepishly. "Nothing."
Atlanta rolled her eyes, then patted the space beside her that wasn't otherwise occupied. His manly pride objected to the compromise, but her sleep-mussed hair, dirty clothes and fondly exasperated smile was entirely too good to pass up. Since they'd all had a Bad Day, he could contend with sharing just this once. But never, ever again.
Archie's last thought before drifting off to sleep, pressed up against Atlanta's back with two faint heartbeats ringing in his ears, was that Achilles and Odysseus probably hadn't been too bothered with sharing at all, regardless of who was in the middle. Greeks were pretty flexible.
Yes, this is random. Forgive me, randomness is my first language, though I do dabble in eccentricity and abstractness. If you get anything out of this, positive or negative, please let me know.
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