Divorce | Desmond & Mona Libera (itsnotyouitsme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-29 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | divorce, gambling |
Who: Divorce (itsnotyouitsme) and Gambling (highroller)
What: The old switcheroo! Or: Why Divorce Should Never Be Witness At Your Wedding, And How To Get Her Back In Good Time.
Where: Mona's apartment... for now! *dun dun duuuuun*
When: Er, technically Monday, early afternoon.
Warnings: Does stealing Greed's car count?
She'd sent her husband down to hell last night. Ex-husband, if one wanted to get specific -- Divorce did -- but title semantics aside, it had been incredible. The surge of power when she and Greed had broken their union was intense. It had been bigger, better, more promising than the marriage which had landed them in such an awkward situation to start with. But even then, Divorce just couldn't quite come to terms yet.
She'd given, she'd taken, and with Greed gone to Hell for she didn't know how long, all Mona could do was pretend that things were still fairly normal. Disposing of the Sin's cast-off body had been a start, and that was a task the goddess did not care to replay in her mind quite yet. She focused instead on healing the wounds Greed had left behind as her souvenirs. Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, Divorce examined the rings of bruises on her forearms, the tear in her lower lip, all without a visible change in expression. Divorce had an idea of what she'd given Greed last night as she gave herself over, but in running a thumb over her cut lip, she could only hope that it served him well.
Life would go on in the meantime, she mused, watching the way her face healed itself back to perfection. Divorce would survive. She'd thrive, high on a power she was still understanding. The goddess padded back to her bedroom, where she tugged on a long skirt and a light blouse. It was gorgeous out today, the kind of weather a woman like Mona would want to bare skin for. But there were some wounds that she wanted to mull over yet, and Divorce let those be. She'd wear sleeves and cover her legs today, and let her memory replay the theatrics tonight.
By tomorrow Divorce would shed the mementos like a second skin. What had happened was still in her thoughts, true, but letting it become a liability was only begging for more trouble. Steeled against the world outside, she took a breath and left her bedroom. Seth would be here soon for their trade. The keys to a perfectly gorgeous Masterati sat on her kitchen counter. Focusing on the present, then, was the way to go.
Besides, she had talked Gambling into leaving his desert oasis, and how often did that happen? If he was true to character the old hawk wouldn't stay for long, so Divorce had resolved to enjoy what time she had with her friend. She wouldn't be resentful that he had let her go and get married. What was friendship if not payback for past misbehaviors?