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Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty (loves_a_bitch) wrote in mount_olympus,
@ 2008-06-26 00:20:00

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aphrodite, deimos

She had collected just about everything she needed, save the last key ingredient... and it had to be easier than the last. Really, who thought a bunch of virgin temple attendants could be so bitchy? She hadn't really liked pulling the seniority card on them, but it had gotten her what she needed. The last bit she could get from her own temple, and she was in the garden, carefully using a hand spade to gather dirt, moving it onto a linen napkin sitting on the ground beside her.... a few more moments, and she'd be able to get out undisturbed, and get this over with...

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brotherdeimos
2008-06-25 11:36 pm UTC (link)

As it so happened, Deimos was wandering the garden paths-- reminiscing over Artemis's recent defilement within its shadowy groves, no doubt -- when he spied his mother digging in the dirt like a common laborer. And without her pink gardening hat.

He prowled up behind the goddess, watching her bent form curiously for a moment, before giving input, "Hello Mummy. Might I ask what you're doing?" Other than the obvious, which was collecting dirt. Not that Dei paid much attention, but he couldn't remember the last time one of Dite's love tricks required plain, meaningless garden dirt.

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loves_a_bitch
2008-06-25 11:40 pm UTC (link)

So... so close. She sighed, eying the small pile of dirt and decided it was enough, putting down the spade and lifting the corners of the napkin, making a small satchel from it.

"I... am putting an end to this damned polarity. New moon or not, I'm tired of it."

She looked up at him, and brushed the dirt of her hands onto her jeans, holding a hand to him for help up.

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brotherdeimos
2008-06-26 12:02 am UTC (link)

Deimos immediately took the outstretched hand and drew Dite to her feet, pursing his thick lips thoughtfully as he surveyed her expression. "You're quite serious, aren't you? You've discovered a way to reverse the inversion."

The Daimon felt a prickle of excitement along the back of his neck. Mum rarely embarked on plans that wouldn't work... so that could mean in a short time he would be Terror again. And Phobos would be panic! And they could return to their typical methods of intimidation and destruction!

Excitement flashed in Deimos's pale eyes, his whipcord frame leaning closer to Dite as he offered her a wolfish grin, "Need any help, then? Please? I'm good with..." He waved his fingers at her linen satchel, "..dirt, and things."

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loves_a_bitch
2008-06-26 12:09 am UTC (link)

"Good with dirt, are you?" She lifted a brow lightly. "Don't tell me you're turning into Demeter now... I don't think I can handle seeing any more of my children twisted up so hideously."

She added the linen satchel to a bench which held a few other strange containers, and looked at him.

"Mhm... Or, at least, I've got something that will work... it might cause more damage in the long run, but I'll be myself again, and so will you." She glanced up at the sky, the sun almost completely set. "Give me about an hour or so, darling."

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brotherdeimos
2008-06-26 12:35 am UTC (link)

The Daimon followed the direction of Dite's gaze, eyebrow arching curiously. He muttered, "Youre not going to need one of Apollo's lot, are you?" He'd gotten his fill of them to last him another millenia or so.

Deimos rocked back on his heels, narrow hands shoved into his trouser pockets, his sword like a looming entity at his back. He shrugged with feigned casualness, "an hour. sure. We've all waited this long, haven't we?" And at least Mum was trying something. Unlike everyone else on this forsaken mount.

Glancing at the other items on the marble bench, Dei tried to mentally reason out their uses. "... you need anything else? I'm also good with organs and sacrificial beings."

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loves_a_bitch
2008-06-26 12:42 am UTC (link)

She laughed at the last bit and reached over, slinging her arm around his hips as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"And who exactly would be sacrificing to at this point? No, sad as it may seem, I think I can do this without bloodshed... or anything from Apollo. I had wanted him to do the spell, but I'm not sure I trust him. Or anyone at the moment."

She slipped away and over to the small collection, which contained a lump of metallic rock, a pitcher of salt water, a strange box and the satchel she had. It was everything she needed, so far as she could tell.

"If you're not doing anything, you want to help your decrepit old mum carry all this? I'm off to Cyprus... "

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brotherdeimos
2008-06-26 12:55 am UTC (link)

"Cyprus..." Deimos repeated absently as he moved forward to gather up the items Dite was planning to use. "..you mean, the place of your birth?"

Cyprus wasn't a place he could admit to frequenting. Largely because it seemed a place of past Gods, no longer relevant to him or his siblings. But the Daimon could imagine it being a place of immense power, the kind which influenced creation.

And while it was disappointing that no one's blood need be shed for this ritual, Dei figured it could still be intriguing to watch. Not to mention seeing where mummy popped out of the sea...

Handling the objects easily, Deimos cut a glance to his mum, grinning slightly, "So is the whole 'born from genitals' thing true?"

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loves_a_bitch
2008-06-26 01:06 am UTC (link)

"Birth? I suppose that's a term for it... I was never a child like you were."

She watched to make he had everything carefully, paing particular attention to the box he held, and with a thought changed from jeans to a chiton... it was purely habit, but she never went to Cyprus in modern clothes. It always felt wrong.

"Is it true? Of course it is... do you really think I'd make up a story like that? You could always ask Cronus, if you like... I'm sure he'd offer some gory details about the castration that occur just prior to him tossing them in the sea. I doubt he expected to see me rising from the foam..."

She scrunched her nose, realizing she was being a bit... not herself.

"Sorry, love. I'm in a bit of a mood. Shall we?" She reached out and placed her hand on his arm, transporting them instantly to a small temple near a deserted beach. She glanced around slowly, and nodded.

"This will do."

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(Anonymous)
2008-06-26 09:04 am UTC (link)

Deimos 'hmmed' in noncommittal fashion, eyes flickering over the rather humble temple and overgrown beach. All in all, not to terrible. He might have to remember this place for if he and Bos needed to hole up somewhere...

Smirking slantwise at his mother, the Daimon waved off Dite's self-professed mood. Instead, he pointed out, "Mum, are you sure you want me to spend time with Cronus? You know the trouble we could get into..." And besides, Deimos was very certain he could come to love Cronus better than his own father... which was a dangerous thing, indeed.

Terror set the things in his arms on a low, stone table, turning to lean his hip against its edge. He tipped his head, "you are ready?"

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loves_a_bitch
2008-06-26 09:44 am UTC (link)

"Not particularly... I'm still not liking the idea of him taking an interest in your sister."

Her temple usually responded to her presence, and the fact that it wasn't was only irking her further. With an annoyed wave, a short marble column, about chest height tall appeared in front of her, the top of it holding a marble bowl. With a flick of her wrist a scroll appeared in her hand, and with another flick it opened itself out. She reached out, hanging it in the air beside the column. Satisfied she had what she needed, she turned to her son, expression serious.

"You may stay for this if you like, baby... But I need you to promise to stay to the side. I have no idea how this is going to work... I do not like magic, and almost never use it. If something happens, you need to promise me you'll go home... and I'm sure you'll all figure out what to do at that point. Talk to Hades, if needed."

She looked at her hand and removed a rather simple ring, having a bit of trouble working it off her finger at first before it slid off with ease. "And hold this for me, please?"

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brotherdeimos
2008-06-26 04:37 pm UTC (link)

Deimos straightened up, his indifferent expression giving way to concern. He sounded incredulous, "..if something happens to you, I should go home?" His mother rarely gave him orders which he wasn't perfectly willing to follow, but he couldn't say he was pleased about this one.

Face still pinched into mutinous lines, the daimon accepted the proffered ring and absently slid it onto his pinky finger. Dei hated talking to Hades. The idiot took no pleasure at all in the fact that he ruled a whole plane of suffering souls. He was annoyingly whiny.

"I wont interfere..." Deimos assented finally, thick lips curved downward in an opulent moue. "But I want to stay..."

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loves_a_bitch
2008-06-26 06:28 pm UTC (link)

"You can stay."

She smiled, and reached up to stroke his cheek lightly... She hadn't expected him to be pleased with the idea of non-interferance in the event that something went wrong, but the last she she wanted was him injured if this supposed fix wasn't worth the parchment it was working on. Pulling his head down she kissed his brow, then stepped back, offering a grin.

"Besides... Having a witness might be a good idea. Let's get this party started."

She stepped to the low bench and released the ties of her chiton, letting the material fall to the ground before draping it over the edge of the stone, moving toward columb and squaring her shoulders.

And she began.

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