|Atë (recklessate) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-12-15 17:32:00
|Entry tags:||ate, moros|
WHO: Ate & Moros
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: An unfortunate church in Manhattan
WHAT: DOOM WEDDING. Who let Doom and Ruin getting married??
Ate was sitting on the floor of her apartment on Saturday afternoon, eating last night's Mexican takeout and feeding bits of it to the Puppy. (The Puppy was managing to survive quite well, an impressive feat for any animal left alone for long enough with Ate. She had the unfortunate tendency to forget about them or accidentally put them in peril.)
Licking the salsa off her fingers, Ate reached over for her phone and dialed Hybris. When the other goddess picked up, Ate said, "I'm bored. Come play. We'll go pick up my new little god friend and go have fun!"
That was when Hybris said that wasn't Ate supposed to be getting married today or something? Ate swore, hanging up and checking the time. Dammit. She was supposed to be getting married today! She kicked Puppy out of the way when he tried to keep playing with her, and went searching for that wedding dress she'd bought. ('Bought'. 'Stolen'. It was all relative.)
Bursting out into the street below, now wearing her, dress, she caught the eye of some people on the street. There was a young man sitting on the hood of his car talking to someone else and she strode over to him, grabbing him by the shirt and giving him a quick dose of her own brand of infatuation magic. Time was not on her side today.
"Give me a ride," she told him, "and I'll fuck your brains out."
They sped through traffic and Ate shoved pins into her hair, trying to make some sort of fancy updo but mostly just making a mess. By the time they stopped outside the church, Ate had pulled everything out of her hair and let it hang. She picked up her huge skirt to run through the crowded church, Greeks everywhere. "Move! Outta my way! Gotta find Moros! Hey, where's fucking Moros??" There was vague gesturing towards the back of the church "I'm here! I'm late but I'm here!"