Re: Hecate/Peitho
[info]formortalhearts 2011-06-28 09:50 am UTC (link) Track This Peitho liked this side of Hecate, the proper Titan apart from the Olympians, and she leaned in against her ear and whispered, "you're so hot when you're in charge." When she drew back she followed Hecate's eyes around the room and then looked at her seriously. "You still all things, my beauty."
Peitho had been taking a drink from her glass when Hecate has started talking about Kratos and Bia, and all she could do was look a little shocked. "Should you be talking about this here?" Peitho whispered, watching her friend carefully. "And has something brought this on? Is there some sort of war stirring?" If that was the case, Peitho was getting out of here pronto. She had no interest in conflict or pain (the type that wasn't equaled with pleasure.) and war would never be her realm. Quite gladly so, Peitho thought.
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[info]torchywitch 2011-06-28 09:58 am UTC (link) Track This She laughed to the whisper, "well don't tell Hermes. I'm the good second wife. I blame all of my corruption on you." She smiled to the praise, "my mother taught me to look in dark corners."
She shrugged, "where else? Let those hear what they want to hear. I'm speaking of survival and tactics. My father taught me that." She shook her head, "no. Not war. My mother is here." she smiled, "and no one will take her from me. Lightning Lord or not." She spread her fingers, magic fluttering about her, "but if that makes you feel better most won't hear us now. And if there's stirring's you'll be one of the first to know. Hermes will see to that. And keep you safe." she smiled. Hecate had seen war, two of them, and had Titan's blood. She quite liked the violence.
[info]formortalhearts 2011-06-28 02:51 pm UTC (link) Track This The magic around them brought her a little comfort and she sighed, "I think you forget that while you - powerful as you are - don't fear the Olympians, I - a forgotten relic - have plenty reason to fear them, and I do."
And if it came down to it, would Hermes protect her from the commands of his father? Her certainly couldn't stand against the enforcers.
"I play their games and abide their wishes - at least publicly - because I have no choice. You're stronger than many of them, I'm not. Talk like this where others can hear..." Peitho looked around them. "Well, I like my head attached to my shoulders, Hecate."
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[info]torchywitch 2011-06-28 06:46 pm UTC (link) Track This She smiled at Peitho, because she did forget. The wiccans of this age knew her name. She had women calling themselves her torchbearers (she didn't get that. Those were hers, but they worshiped her). She knew there were whispers of a revivalist religion, but only the big names got attention, not someone like Peitho.
"I'm sorry. They can't hear us now. And I'm talking of it, not you. You've always played their games Peitho. I stick out. I'll keep you safe though," even if Hermes simply couldn't then she could.
"I just wanted you to know. That if ever something happens to me." She shrugged, "I've lived so long in the Underworld it hardly bothers me."
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-06-29 05:08 am UTC (link) Track This Peitho hated these dark thoughts, the ones of blood and war and death. She was a creature of pleasure. Yes, there was a certain darkness in her - no one could deny there there was darkness in persuasion and seduction, and coupled with Bia there was a true danger to young women - but Peitho's was not the ways of bloodshed.
She shivered and then shook her head. "Enough," she finally said, her tone closer to begging than demanding. "Please no more of such talk, Hecate, it turns my stomach into a pit of vipers."
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[info]torchywitch 2011-06-29 05:18 am UTC (link) Track This Smiling she kissed Peitho, "sorry precious. I belong to dark things sometimes. We'll talk of nicer things now, I promise. Tell me how goes your business." There were few to talk to about this. Hades was younger then her, and an Olympian. Her mother may understand, but Asteria was no longer the Titan Hecate remembered.