hera (![]() @ 2009-03-23 20:29:00 |
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She had Todd's file open, reading it as she leaned back in her chair, pouring over old records. He wasn't a long standing patient, but she worried about him. He hadn't called her, she knew he wouldn't, but she still hoped. It was a difficult thing to lose a family member, but one with a past like that, she didn't want him to make a bad decision. Putting the file down, she placed her elbows on the desk and buried her face in her hands, hair starting to fall out of her bun. It wasn't Todd that had her so stressed, she was worried about him, but she was good about letting that sort of concern not override her life, as a psychologist you couldn't or you'd never be able to do your job. No, it was her own life and her romantic entanglements and Hera. Gods, Hera. Cora didn't believe in a sexuality label, homo-heterosexual, she believed in a person loving another person. Not exactly pansexual, but something closer to that and Hera was driving her up the wall. There was progress, her goddess was less uptight with every date the two went on, realized that gender and sex did not have to be linked (which she should have known already! they had four transgender patients!) but she still held back, and Cora had not even had a chance to get to know Tara. If the two were going to make a forceful go of it, Cora really did want to be acquainted to the other soul she'd be sharing her time with when the two gods were not awake. Running her hands up her face into her hair, she pulled it back and slid in her chair to take a deep breath. She'd have to demand some time with the mortal half regardless of what Zeus or Hera said. Her phone rang, pulling her out of her train of thought; picking it up her secretary told her her new patient "Mr. Graham" was here to see her. Folding Todd's file back up she told her to send him in and quickly re-fixed her hair getting up to open the door for him. "Hello Mister G-" and she stopped, staring. |