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Date: Sept 20, early evening, just after the power went out
Status: Public (this means YOU)
Setting: The bar
Summary: Horus explores the bar (Bohemian Rhapsody Plot)
Rating: G



Horus swooped around the manor, not really looking for anything in particular when a sudden movement near the manor caught his eye. He circled lower and dropped to the ground when he realised what it was, a silvery feather far too long to be from any bird. He carefully caught it and gently brushed his fingers over the blood red tip. Belial.

He nervously eyed the door the feather had blown out of, but eventually curiosity won out over caution and he hesitantly poked his head though the door. When he saw that the dim room was empty he took a few timid steps further in. There was music playing softly from some source he could not see, calling to mind a song he had once heard playing from an black car that was decades out of date*. He hummed a few bars of it, the lyrics floating through his head. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy...? He trailed off, not knowing why those words had caught in his head. He looked around again, eyeing the doors that lead farther into the building, and wondered if he should just go back outside.

*Two guesses as to whose car, and one doesn't count.

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He took the bus back from the hospital. As tired as he usually was these days it was probably a better idea than driving anyway. Yes, it had been an altogether good choice to sell the car even if the treatment didn’t seem to have actually helped much.

It would have been a lot nicer if there had been somebody there to collect him and take him home as seemed to be the case with all of the human patients. Usually Somebody also went in to see the doctor with them.

He remembered them suggesting he include his family in the treatment. Something about it being easier, if he had someone to give emotional support and remember medicine doses and doctor’s appointments for him.

As if he needed emotional support, ha! And he wasn’t stupid, thank you very much. He could easily remember when to take the damn pills and he wished he could forget the stupid useless appointments for a while sometimes.

What family did he have left to include anyway? His wife was dead and Odin was keeping the children out of his reach.

Odin was family, too, in a way, though. Not that they were related by blood.

Or was a blood brother a blood relation? Odin always had been closer to him than anyone else at least. Close enough that he’d even forgiven him for taking the kids, even given him his favourite son of his own free will. But then he’d been sure Odin would take good care of Sleipnir.

But where was Odin now that he was dying? Yes, dying. That was what the doctor had meant to say after all, wasn’t it? ‘The medicines are not working as well as I’d hoped. Maybe we should consider chemotherapy.’

But chemotherapy only weakened you more, didn’t it? What if he got too weak to support himself? The damn doctor’s bills were eating up money too fast as it was and without Odin as his partner he had nobody else to rely on.

There was an old song playing on he bus’ radio he passed the driver when he got off: ‘So you think you can love me and leave me to die?’

Well, he wouldn’t let Odin get out so easily. He did have his current address after all and they had doctors in England ass well. Maybe even better doctors, probably at least cheaper ones.