THE WEAVE:
"So what you are telling me is, my Dad didn't wait for me?" Mars recaps, Neptune's synopsis of the traffic on his ice-cube. "Your father can be very self-focused, Mars," Neptune pats him on the shoulder, "But hey! Buddy! We can still have fun, right? It's me, Uncle 'Tune. Remember when you suggested I make a routine from a deep breath, and two glasses of water? Well, Here it is!" Neptune proclaims casting his limbs around at his ice-cube. "Are you sure this isn't Athena's island?" Mars questions. "Yes, I'm fucking sure," Neptune darkens, "I wish everyone would stop asking me that." "So you've been Here, this whole Time, and this is as far as you've gotten?" Mars asks, looking around at the barren cube, and it's lonesome throne. "I like to take things slow," Neptune shrugs, "And I've got a few years left on the Dreaming Sea, to develop it. Besides, most Ocean action takes place, under the surface." "Well, I won't be staying," Mars decides, crossing his arms. "How do you know?" Neptune asks him. "Venus told me, when she Dusted me," Mars says, looking out at the horizon line, begrudgingly. Neptune grins, "Oh yeah. I heard about that. Please, sit down," Neptune gestures, "Let's talk." "I gotta go, 'Tune," Mars says, shaking his head at the ice-throne, "I'm looking for a dingy. Have you seen it?" "...What kind of dingy," Neptune calls back to him. "A shitty one," Mars answers "Your Dad has it," Neptune nods. "Fuck me," Mars sinks. Neptune sighs, "Unfortunately, this is not Athena's island. It's my ice-cube. The nymphs are not coming, to rescue or fuck you." "So what do you do Here?" Mars whines, with his head in his hands. "I watch the Sea Neptune shrugs, "I let things come. I let them go."
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