Anteros Monologue

“The destination is on our right in two hundred ten feet,” I directed. We had entered San Francisco around one in the afternoon. It was a bright city, bustling along in traffic to get to the various establishments set up. I held fond memories of the city from back in the 1910s of women walking in modest dresses and large hats with their dapper husbands on the streets, sometimes with a few rambunctious children. The people were happy and content in their lives, not realizing the First World War would break out at the end of 1914, a time of some of the worst devastation humanity had witnessed. But they did not know, and it had not yet bothered them, so they remained their peaceful selves as they went about their day. The fashion had changed along …show more content…
I immediately turned to him, in a bit of shock from the action. The concern previously expressed in his eyes now covered his face, and I felt some regret for explaining anything I truly felt. “It’s not gonna be so bad, you know? I don’t know what Anteros did, and I don’t know a lot about deities and how they act with their brothers, but he probably never meant to hurt you, so he probably will be happy you’re here. Don’t worry about it,” he assured me, and I found the comfort I needed in his words. I let out a breath, releasing the aching feelings of despair inside me, and nodded in …show more content…
The entire area was mostly a stark white, bright and almost hurtful to the eyes with the fluorescent lighting. There were some splashes of black, red, and turquoise that broke up the white in an appealing way and made it easier to take in. The tiling was gray, cream, and blue, and then it went into a wooden floor near the back. The luxurious couches and chairs made my wings crave to rest on them for a moment, and it was an overall very friendly space. I had not known what to expect, but it had not been that, yet I could see Anteros making himself very happy there. It reminded me greatly of Mount