|Demeter ∾ Δημήτηρ (thesmophoros) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-12-26 22:49:00
|Entry tags:||ares, demeter|
WHO: Demeter & Ares
WHEN: Thursday night
WHERE: A bar somewhere
WHAT: Two Olympians on a random run in.
WARNINGS: sex (or at least talk of sex)
The city was cold, but that suited Demeter well enough. She was winterhearted, Dark-Cloaked Ceres, and in her black dress she moved among the humans in the bar. Kindness was less called for at this time of year, when she was less of a mother to anyone - not to Kore, not to humanity.
And so of late she'd been hunting, in her own manner. The sort of hunting that used red lips and long legs to capture the attention of her prey, mortal men to warm her bed and keep her entertained (and distracted). She was no Aphrodite but still she was an Olympian and men were always drawn to her.
At the bar she ordered herself a gin and tonic with a smile and turned to take in the room.