And Claude (Hephaestos) makes his first appearance, pissed to all hell at Maya (Aphrodite) and Andrew (Ares). His is a story I've been meaning to get out, but I challenged myself to do it in a shorter amount of time than I usually do. This was heavily influenced by Billy Bragg's song "Little Time Bomb" to the point of quotation.
God, he hated her. There, at least he could admit it to himself if no one else. Claude looked bitterly on at the scene below him. Staring out of his window, he was fixated on the figures of none other than Andrew Morris and Maya Asher, fucking like rabbits behind the wall of a nearby building.
It was like she didn't even care. No decency at all, he told himself.
But he couldn't bring himself to be dismissive or brusque or even uninterested. Because it hurt, even after all these years.
High school, mere months after they gave each other their virginities, the bitch turned up late at his house for a date, hair mussed and words slurring together. She'd gotten smashed and slept with who knows how many guys. Worse, this wasn't the first time. They were done from there, Claude knew.
"What have I done?" he asked himself that night, and all nights after until infinity. "Lord, I've fallen in love with a little time bomb. I've fallen in love with a little time bomb."