cut_and_run (cut_and_run) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-06-12 12:45:00 |
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Current mood: | aggravated |
Entry tags: | lust, theseus |
Who: Theseus and Lust
What: Just passing by, but while your at it, time to divulge in some secrets.
Where: Lust's posh office
When: Wednesday afternoon
Warnings: Lust being Lust :/
Making himself presentable after being Poseidon's whipping boy always took some act of willpower when he just wanted to keep hiding. He felt mentally violated as if Poseidon had cut open his head and pulled the strings of speech. He hadn't given any hints but it was obvious Poseidon had to dig deeper to get the locket from Zoe. If Theseus was such a failure, there were other ways.
He passed by quickly building after building. Offices that stretched for miles high. If it wasn't so early he'd head for the bar, but that wasn't going to settle any of his problems.
He crossed by a familiar name on a set of offices which made him laugh. Since he had set foot in this cold ass city she had been his Achilles heel. She had set him up and it felt like shit.
He turned up at her door, with a few bruises and a little scruff, a little underdressed.
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Lust had managed to find a successful marriage therapist. Then she seduced him, wrecked his marriage, took his office, and sent him packing. Now it was hers and it had a well established reputation and everything. It was a nice set up. She had to change the offices a bit into something more lavish. And though her hair was up and she wore stylish spectacles, she still looked like something made out of wet dreams. When Theseus showed up at her office, she gave him a blank look whether she actually didn’t recognize him or not was something she wouldn’t reveal. Then in the next instead she smiled, “Sea Dick!” using the term her brother called him. She kissed him on his cheek, “This isn’t that kind of office, darling.” she spun on her heel, “Not that you ever got any when it was.” she gave him a cruel grin. “Sit. I’m bored.” she didn’t ask why he was there, for her, it was entertainment and that was good enough.
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Theseus grinned sarcastically despite the shiner on his face that stung. "Nice to see you too." He spat with a wave of his hand as he took a seat in her most comfortable chair.
She looked different in the whole professional get up. He put his chin in hand as he rested his elbow up on the arm of the chair. "I'm not sure I like this whole business librarian look you have going on." He knew she prided her appeal and image more than anything.
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She grinned, “Oh darling, I can feel you undressing me with your eyes. I’m sure you like it just fine.” she wasn’t entirely business, the top under her business looked more like a corset but only the top bit peeked out. She looked at his black eye and giggled, “Aww diddums piss daddy dearest off again?” she sat on her desk crossing long legs in a skirt that was so tight it rode up much higher than it should. She poured a drink from the decanter there, one of the old things the other therapist had that she took a shine too. Not that she was offering it to him, it was for herself.
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She was poking him with a thick needle again. He rubbed his finger across his lip with another unamused chuckle. "You think too highly of yourself." He clapped his hands together in his lap. He was already pissed that her brother and her had played some sort of game on him. He laughed again, picking at the leather of her chair. "Am I amusing to you?" She was pulling out that jealous streak that he hadn't ever had until he ran into her.
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She smiled as she brought the crystal scotch glass up to her lips, “You’re like a mangy stray dog that the circus left behind. You know some tricks but no one would ever want to take you home.” she made a poor you pout before she smiled wickedly again. Did he remember that she fucked her own brother over him? She hoped he did.
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He did remember. He remembered quite a bit, including how her brother swindled him and his old man. "Awww, the spitfire siren is trying to make me feel bad." If he wasn't laughing so hard he might have been able to continue. She still wanted attention and he wasn't going to give it.
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She still smiled. It was that smile of ‘i know something you don’t know’. She sipped her drink, eyes going to the side in boredom as she waited for him to finish his laughter. She looked at the liquid in her glass and said her words quietly but knew they were sharp enough to slice, “If I wanted to make you feel bad... I would talk about your father.” green eyes sparkled as she looked at him challengingly, did he want to play the cruelty game? If he’d thought she was vicious before, he’d only seen the little girl pulling his hair. If he wanted to play he’d see why a good portion of hell itself feared this particular little Sin.
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He was Greek, they seemed to live off being a masochist. He kept walking right into trouble. He gave her a cold hard stare. He would take whatever she dished out because he had to put that pent up anger off being Poseidon's punching bag somewhere. "Oh, the daddy button. You think thats going to make me crack." He rubbed his chin. This was throwing hot coal into an already roaring fire. "How about your swindling brother?"
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That cold hard stare was the equivalent of a lover’s tender gaze and Lust smiled coyly, “I know it will.” she shrugged when he mentioned Greed, “What about him?” Greed was a thief and a cheat, two of his best features.
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"Sorry to disappoint. But you'll have to dig a little deeper." He propped his feet up on the arms of another chair. "Oh, I don't know. Double crossing me is one thing, but Poseidon is a big fish. I hope that charm of your brothers works on him." Yeah it was spiteful. He wouldn't tell Poseidon, but being around a Sin drew out his nasty side, though he waved the douchebag flag everytime he set sail.
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She smirked, “Don’t tempt me.” an annoyed wrinkle in her brow when he put his feet up. She didn’t find what he was saying spiteful at all. She relished this news. She’d pounced on this whole locket business because it was such a small, simple task. And she knew Greed would find a way to fuck it up. She had been put out when he hadn’t and surprised but now.. hearing that he’d have one of the big three in the fish smelling world after him. She slowly smiled, Greed would forfeit his title to King of the excesses and be back under thumb where he belonged. This time forever. Or at least another few centuries before he started getting notions in his head. “He’s a big boy, he can handle it.” she was confident Greed would come to her before things got too out of hand.
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Theseus kept his comfortable position in the chair, only taking a glance towards her when she wasn't looking. "I thought temptation was part of your package?" He was baiting her, what else did he have left to lose. Being a hero meant living on the edge. No kid of Poseidon took things just laying down---except from Poseidon himself. Theseus was growing weary of his bullshit. "Because your brother gave him a fake."
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“Yes, when I do it.” she said as if he was so stupid. She shrugged, “Not surprised.” Greed often kept shiny things for himself. She still wasn’t seeing a problem as she sipped her drink, looking bored.
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"He was with my granddaughter." That should perk her interest. He shouldn't really care one way or the other, but if she made him take hits he would throw the swings. He picked the dirt under his nails while she chewed on that. He hadn't expected to spill that so soon, but with how he'd been forced to watch her lip-lock her brother, he didn't expect she would take that bit of news without pause.
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It did get her interest, but more like a fish who sees the hook sparkling, she didn’t take the bait quite yet. “Really? That doesn’t surprise me either, Greed likes to whore it up with slutty rich girls.” any spawn of this pond scum was not gonna be classy and they clearly had money to spare in the family.
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"She's not one of his whores. It's not the first time I've caught them together." There was a bit of defensiveness in his voice. He was digging for anything he could sink his teeth in. She was drawing out all the nastiness buried down inside. It was as if he was in middle school on a playground pointing fingers.
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Lust didn’t like it when Greed repeated girls. Even Pride he did once and threw away. But she knew Theseus was just trying to push her buttons. “Are you spying on him, you pervert?”
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"I'm not spying on him." He rolled his eyes in a heavy sigh. She was twisting his words to sound like a puppy being baited for food. It was pathetic. It made him mad. He shouldn't care if Poseidon killed them both, but he didn't have the same carnal lust as his father. "I have no interest in your brother," his voice shifted to spiteful. Since she had dragged out jealousy along with not being able to get her out of his head. It was literally dripping off his words.
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Lust grinned cutely, “Good. Because he has no interest in you and neither do I.” she swirled the liquid in her glass, “I think you’re just jealous of him. Don’t worry, lots of men are. After all, he gets to fuck me. You know what that’s like.” she paused and puckered her lips, “Oh wait. You don’t.” before she started laughing.
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"I didn't realize your family was really the cuddling kind. Does he treat all his dates that way? I got the impression you didn't get attached to things. Or people." It was like his words were spilling out even when he said to himself not to dig this hole deeper. He was pulling at strings. He had seen them, his granddaughter and her Sin boyfriend being far more comfortable than just a few one-nighters.
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Lust eyes flashed as she turned her head to him, it angling just a little. She didn’t reveal what she thought about that at all, her composure still very calm as she asked, “What is your granddaughter’s name..”
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There. He'd sparked something. It was in the lining of her voice. He tapped his chin with a finger thinking a moment. "I'm actually really quite horrible with names. My memory is a little fuzzy sometimes."
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“Describe her then.” that tone was the same calm tone but there was a hint of something there, something Theseus hadn’t heard before, not anger, but something that suggested it would be in his best interest to comply.
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He could lie but it was because of those two that he had struck a deal and it went south with Poseidon. Now he was just some kind of rat in a lab looking for a way out. So after a few silent moments he spilled. "Long legs. Fantastic posture. Caramel skin. Dark hair and the prettiest brown eyes." She took a little after him, but far more like her grandmother. At least by his tone he described her with interest without ever looking at Lust in the process.
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Lust didn’t respond and she seemed the same. It wasn’t until the crystal glass in her hand shattered from how hard she was clutching it was there an indication that something was wrong. She barely noticed the pieces fall to the floor or the remaining liquid drip down her hand. She knew exactly who Theseus was talking about. Zoe. A thorn in her side that she had thought was long gone. “So.. that ugly, fat, mixed breed is your spawn? I should have guessed.” to anybody who didn’t know what Lust knew, she seemed wildly jealous but it went much much deeper than that.
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"I wouldn't say she's ugly," he rubbed the stubble on his chin looking down at the mess she had made on the floor. "Was it something I said, love?" For some reason he felt some sweet satisfaction in pissing her off. She had whirled him around on a yo-yo. Her and Poseidon both. At least he could revel in a short-lived victory.
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She ignored him, “Tell me exactly what you saw.” she didn’t know why she asked that, it was like asking someone to throw gas on the fire. The fact that Greed was still seeing that girl was bad enough. The fact he lied about it was worse. Oh sure, they were Sins so lying came with the territory, but that little mortal girl had come dangerously close to turning his head last time.
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"Just like two teenagers that can't keep their hands off each other." He watched her carefully, ready to make a dash for it if she thought to curb her anger on him. He wasn't a fan of getting charred in the flames.
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Lust looked at one of the sharp glass shards that had fallen on the desk. Slender fingers plucked it up and it looked like a beautiful, jagged, crystal... knife. She turned it this way and that, the light catching it and small blinding sparkles going in his eyes whenever she turned it. On purpose of course. “Really? So she’s just a little fucktoy.” that.. she could handle a bit better. Toys could be broken. It made her skin crawl when she remembered how Greed had talked about Zoe before. How hard it was to get him away from her. Lust would be damned if she let some little mortal slut bring about the fall of the Sins.
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That piece of glass was pretty but not so much that he wanted a new scratch down his neck. He rubbed a line down to his collar, loosening it as she sparkled that piece of glass in the light. "Do fuck toys generally walk around holding hands?" It might have been a lie, for some reason driving a wedge between the two seemed all he could think about. Then maybe he could get past this influence she drew out of him. It was driving him crazy.
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Lust slid off the desk, those stilettos clicking their way across the floor over to him, the shard of glass still in her hand. “Oh? What else do you know..” he hadn’t told her everything. She wanted to know every last drop so she could punish all the appropriate parties. Right now she might even kill Theseus. After all, his dirty seed caused that ugly abomination to be here in the first place and corrupt her stupid brother.
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His heart stilled when she approached. It looked like he might be swimming in his own blood sooner than he thought. This was not how he'd planned his evening. He dropped his hand from his neck. The more he fiddled with the collar the more she might be inclined to slit his throat. He dropped his feet down from the chair slowly. "I don't know...what do you want to know?" He was nervous but he wasn't going to show it.
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Lust moved at a leisurely pace towards him, those sharp cat eyes focused on him. She stood before him, putting her foot on the edge of the chair between his knees as she leaned down to look at him, “Everything.” the piece of glass still in her hand and much much closer to him now.
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She was a dangerous cat. His eyes scanned from her hand up. Perhaps he'd bargained for a fight when he was already too worn down to challenge. "Well I can't very well give you anything when I'm not sure what I should have been looking for. Be more specific."
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Lust smiled but it looked more like a snake about to strike, “Oh darling, every word, every fraction of every second that you saw them.” she reached out and touched the smooth part of the glass to his cheek, sliding it down, “It’s really not that hard... but if you need motivation..” the shard turning a little so he could feel the sharp edge against his cheek.
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The shard pinched his cheek, burning its way down. He seethed. "Darling, I really don't need a shave," he gritted his teeth. This was definitely not going in his favor. It was enough incentive to let anything fly right out of his mouth, truth or lie. She didn't have to know either way. "I told you like lovesick teenagers who can't get enough of each other. Though I could say they fucked on the dock just like you."
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Lust watched his cheek where the piece of glass was, it was at an angle and in fact a shave was exactly what she gave him. She applied just enough pressure to it that when she scraped the shard forward, it literally cut some hair off his face, if she pressed any deeper or he moved, he’d get cut for sure. “What else.”
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She was literally foaming at the mouth, while inside he was screaming from the rough shave. He had no idea what else he could say to sedate her. She was a rapid animal trying to squeeze the blood right out of him. "I pushed her off the boat and he jumped in after her." Now he wasn't lying or maybe he really was. Now he just wanted to keep her from killing him.
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Lust tilted her head, narrowing her eyes as if trying to determine if he was lying to save his sorry hide or telling the truth. She was not happy to hear that Greed jumped in after the brat but it was her brother.. he’d wanted to jump into the apartment fire to save a dirt devil. The shard didn’t press further into his skin but it didn’t loosen the pressure, it was still on the cusp from doing serious damage, “You.. pushed your own granddaughter overboard?” her tone was curious and maybe a tiny bit pleased.
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He laughed it off with a deep chuckle even though he was trembling inside. "Because she was in my face. It was annoying." He'd actually tried to reason with her that this family was dangerous but she didn't listen. Neither was he apparently.
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Lust smiled a little but there was nothing but evil in her eyes. The Sins were extreme aspects of humanity and mostly human themselves. But moments like this were a good reminder how this woman literally came from hell and if you played with her too much, she could drag you there kicking and screaming. She put her foot down and lowered herself into his lap, sitting down fast and hard so she hit against his groin. “Really...” she said in a very interested tone. The shard of glass scratched down his cheek and across the stubble on his jaw, cleaning some more of it off.
She leaned in, a pitifully puppy dog look on her face as if she didn’t hold his life in her hand, “And what would you do.. if she got in your face again.” her lips were very close to his as she said in a deadly low voice, “What would you do if she was in your way..” the shard was at the side of his jaw, poking at the fleshy part of his throat there, his heartbeat pounding against the crystal piece.
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A grunt escaped the moment she flopped in his lap with that crushing thrust. He swallowed heavy until he felt the glass digging in ready to poke through his vocal chords. "She would regret it." Knowing full well he didn't use force like the rest of his family unless he had to.
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Lust smiled, “Good answer.” more like ‘right answer’. She would not have this wretch suddenly discovering paternal fondness for that lump she had to deal with. But it was more than an answer. What Theseus had just done was promised Lust that his loyalty did not lie with his granddaughter and if need be... he’d be willing to end her involvement with the Sins on a more permanent basis. Not that he knew any of that but that is what Lust took away from it and she’d hold him to it. To seal the deal, she leaned in and gave him what he’d been craving, the kiss that had caused nation’s to fall and men to lose their morals. It was a kiss to die for and a kiss to kill for.