In the end, it had turned out alright. Better than alright, really. The mortals were right about one thing, make up sex was indeed unbelievable. Then again, since reuniting with her husband sex was always unbelievable. The man had figured out a thing or two at last, and her added willingness could only add to the experience. When sex stops becoming a duty you feel you are required to fulfill, and starts to become a request and something to look forward to, the outcome is naturally going to be far different.
In retrospect, Sif was easily able to see the amount of restraint that Thor had possessed, how much he had tried to prevent a full out war between the two of them. He'd refused to rise to her challenge, taking the high road and once again putting the majority of the blame on himself. Sif, on the other hand, could hardly blame him for his concern. As far as she was concerned, the blame lay with herself. And Loki. It seemed after everything that had happened, he still hadn't learned when to keep his mouth shut. But she also knew how incredibly intimidated he must have been, running into Thunder like that. People say stupid things when they are nervous. Or they say nothing, which was her crime in the matter. She still found it amazing that it wasn't the kiss but her silence about it that had upset Thor more.
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You Can't Choose Your Family (tag: Skadhi)
Moonlight [tag: Tsukuyomi]
There were stories that once told of hoof beats that echoed through the land as the sun began its ascent into the sky. It was said that Epona, Goddess of horses, rode on her favorite mare chasing after the moon as it was being chased by the sun. They said that Epona loved the night, and that she loved the moon for it was her companion when she stood vigil over the horses in her herd. On the Good Ship Laufeyson... [tag: Njord]
Loki didn't get seasick. It would have been an extreme bit of irony if one who could turn into a fish at will would succumb to the rise and fall of water's wake. Instead of hanging his head in defeat over the edge of the lovely boat Hel had gifted him, he laid out on the bow, engine turned off and relaxed with his hands crooked under his head and one leg cocked up. It was a thoughtful position, one prompted by that which it inspired - thought. The Next Step {Open}
Selene forced herself to slow down. Her mind was racing a mile a minute, but there was no reason for her body to move that fast. It was a beautiful day in Chicago, and the moon goddess was finally venturing out into her new neighborhood. It was the perfect day for exploring, and it gave her an excuse not to dwell upon Iris' request. Sisterly Sympathies [tag: Eris]
Enyo stared at the empty rack before her in the wine cellar of her Bucharest home, bewildered. The Enemy of My Enemy (tag: Amaterasu)
Apate was not usually one for drinking in public. She actually wasn’t one for drinking until drunk period. It dulled the senses, made you slow, made you a target. She had, on more than one occasion, taken great advantage of someone else’s lowered inhibitions, and she fully expected that treatment in return should she be foolish enough to become inebriated. Ladies, You Are Warned (tag: Bast)
Whistling, Bes ran his palms across the top of his head, smoothing the hairs in place. He winked at his reflection in the bathroom cabinet, flinging his pointer fingers at the handsome dude in the mirror, thumbs up, gunslinger style. ( He had a date. )
Birth - [ Open ]
The sun that shone down upon the land illuminated every nook and cranny that morning. Dew glistened upon leaves and blades of grass, giving the earth the scent of rebirth. Epona stepped onto the grass with gentle steps, her simple brown skirt trailed behind her as she walked through the empty field. Caerwyn followed close behind the goddess, whinnying softly and shaking her mane to release the moisture from it. Epona looked over her shoulder, smiling at her faithful companion with nothing but love and kindness. A Bad Influence [tag: Kratos, Ninkasi]
Every hammering glass against the counter top rang inside of his ears. Dimly lit surroundings cast no shining light on the reasons for why he was here. He was here for the same reasons all of the time, even if the place changed its name or its patrons. It never changed its menu, and for that reason he always came whenever the urge called him towards the brightly lit signs—signs displaying what they had to offer within the comfort of their walls. The monotony that was his life became utterly known to him in those moments when he gave into cravings no better than the ones suffered by belligerent mortal alcoholics. A Promise Kept (tag: Sigyn)
Two weeks had passed since Bast had come to her home for help. It had eventually turned out to be a pleasant day for the mother and daughter. They spent much of the day just lounging about, once Bast had recovered from her injuries, and enjoyed a good deal of pleasant conversation, plenty of wine, and several bowls of Cocoa Puffs (of which Isis flat out refused to partake in). Glory Days (Open to anyone in Asgard)
It had been a long time since Hermod had last been home; two or three months at least. Frigg was probably starting to miss him by now. He knew he had to make seeing his mother a top priority, but their were other there that he wanted to see as well. He would have to figure out who he wanted to see the most and go from there. He had until he crossed the Bifrost Bridge before he had to decide anyway. So all he really had to do to put off that decision was to cross the bridge slowly. A Familiar Path [tag: Freyja]
Hedylogos was not the sneaky type. Nor was he the type to even bother trying to sneak anything... normally. But ever since Sigyn's attempt to wither away he made sure to find ways to be certain that it wouldn't happen again. Even if that meant doing his fair share of sneaking around. When he was in corpus anyway. Empty Feeling (Open to any on Olympus)
Her temple didn't feel very warm anymore. Aphrodite knew why it didn't feel warm. All of her attendants combined couldn't keep the Goddess pleased at all. Her children had tried, she was happy with them, could be at least, but when they were gone it was just lonely. Eros was simply a call away and she knew Eros could feel why Aphrodite was so off-kilter. She was missing something. There was a connection that had been broken and that had never happened before. Not over the years and years of infidelity on both sides. But that last strand broken, Ares cut it completely and Aphrodite was left trying to pick herself up. Raining Cats and Dogs (tag: Phobetor)
She owed Bes. She owed Bes big time, because not only had he patched her up to the best of his ability, he’d not forced her to go to her mother though she knew he wanted to, plus tending to her wasn’t exactly shake-your-booty fun times. And Bes liked shake-your-booty fun times. Bast loved to watch his eyes light up when he was having a good time. To and 'Fro (tag: Frigg)
Philotes was growing increasingly frustrated, which was not a state she had much experience with. Which only increased her frustration. But she’d just about reached the end of her rope. Usually, she had no problems at all talking to people, and not just because of her aspect. She genuinely liked almost everybody, found them to be interesting and got along with people. But even with the added boost of being the Goddess of Friendship and Affection, she kept running into a brick wall here. Horse Sense (tag: Artemis)
The visit was unannounced. The manager and the trainers, undoubtedly, thought this was done deliberately so as to check up on their handling of the stables. In fact, their actions were nothing short of impeccable as far as Zeus could see. Of course, he could be missing something, it wasn’t as though he had a direct hand in the day to day operations of the Kentucky horse farm. That wasn’t what he’d bought it for. Answered Prayers [tag: Ares]
OOC: Warning for gore and animal sacrifice. This is not a friendly thread for those easily squicked. Hats [tag: Peitho]
Paris. Secretly studying the wild mating habits [BBB challenge] (tag: Eros)
It was quiet, mostly. There was the water lapping against the wooden planks, and the telltale sound of the creaking oar as the boatman steered the boat down the canal. Ninkasi was taking it all in as she had decided to relax there after a rather eventful night. Laid out on her back, with large black sunglasses, she let the morning sun soak into her darkened skin. The small canopy placed on the gondola was shielding her from any immediate light, so she wasn't all too worried about the sun glaring in her eyes when they came out from under the bridges they passed. She also didn't mind the tourists gawking as they leaned over the sides. She wasn't here for them to see. She was here because it was relaxing.
Prime tourist time would be around noon to late at night anyway. Those famed romantic rides, though that made her want to get up and check the cushions. ( She brushed the thought off for now. ) Peaceful Sleep [Open!...Morpheus Maybe?]
Part of Makaria felt very very different. But mostly she felt exactly the same as she did before. Just happier. Not that she was unhappy before Morpheus came along, just not complete. Her father might not have approved, she didn't know, and she found herself not caring about it either. She was sure her mother would approve, well, after hearing about it. Was she going to tell them she was in love? Makaria didn't know. The night was a deathly cold, and the moon hung down and cast moonlight on the street below. Makaria had busied herself with work for the past few weeks. She returned when she could to the apartment but she didn't want to crowd Morpheus either. |