|Atë (recklessate) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-03-13 20:54:00
|Entry tags:||ate, charon|
WHO: Ate & Charon (and at least mentions of Melinoe)
WHEN: (whatever the date was on that last Persephone post shhh)
WHERE: A temporary apartment, Bronx
WHAT: Wait, can I play with the ferryman??
WARNINGS: possibly violence, mentions of torture?
Ate had spent her evening flicking through channels, but nothing was capturing her attention. It was hard to be thousands of years old - shit got dull sometimes.
Melinoe had been entertaining but, as usual, Ate had... sort of forgotten she was around. Torture was well and good, but with immortals it so often lost its shine. Gods knew things. Gods never had a real fear of death, especially not death gods. So mostly she was tossing food to Little Mel when she got take out and trying to encourage her to play card games with her bloody fingers.
But now something more interesting had come up: the Ferryman. Of course she'd met Charon before - he was Greek and more than that he was Di Nocti, that very special club Ate liked to pretend she was a part of. (Damn Zeus and his seed, damn him all the way down for being her stupid father. She should always have been one of Nyx's from the beginning, just like all her favourites.)
So Ate knew Charon, but apparently she didn't know him. Because she should have known that he might like to break bones. Breaking Bones was an important character trait and she felt the need to be involved in it. Charon was pretty (always had been, in that dark brooding underworld way - just the way Ate liked them) and possibibly he also had a slice of violence in him?
Well, Ate thought as she shoved trussed up Melinoe into a closet, there's no one better than me out bringing out a bad boy.
There wasn't much blood around - Ate had gone reasonably soft on the ghosty goddess - so she threw a crappy rug over the small patch she could see. Might as well do the place up a bit if she was going to have visitors.
She unlocked the front door and let it swing open before going to the cupboard to collected two glasses and a bottle of rum, pouring one for both herself and her soon to arrive guest.