WHO: Peitho & Prometheus WHEN: Saturday afternoon WHERE: Prometheus' studio WHAT: Peitho wants to buy his work WARNINGS: tba? Likely little more than Peitho flirting outrageously.
Peitho's weakness was artists. Well, it was truer to say that one of Peitho's weaknesses was for artists, as she enjoyed many things far more than she had any right to. But those who created with their hands were impossibly sexy to the spirit of seduction, which was the reason for her enduring crush on the Olympian blacksmith. Those hands of his that touched her skin had created the world in the most important ways. (She liked warriors for much the same reason. Their hands had made and unmade nations.)
And now the Titan Prometheus had raised his head and made himself known, right here in her city and working as a sculptor. How could Peitho not respond to that?
So now she showed up at the studio address that the Titan had given her, dressed to kill and hoping to seduce. "Prometheus," she purred as she saw him, swinging her hips as she crossed to him. "The great artisan of mankind."
Prometheus hadn't known who he'd been talking to. He avoided most Greeks like a plague. He had his corner, and was perfectly happy with it. Had he known he'd have told her to stay away.
Last time he'd seen any Greek, he'd ended up chained to a rock.
When he felt that familiar feeling he grabbed one of his tools and put his back to the wall. Even when he'd faced Kratos and Bia he'd not given up. It wasn't any of them, but he was still wary. "Stay back." Paranoid, maybe, but who would blame him." He put one of his benches in between them, filled with lots of pointy things to use in his defense.
"And you are?"
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-04-09 05:22 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Peitho," she said, coming closer despite him drawing back. She ran a finger along the work bench and then lifted her eyes slowly to him from under her long, dark lashes. "Not afraid of me, are you?"
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[info]firestealer 2011-04-09 05:33 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select He scoffed, "you'll forgive my hesitation. I still remember what trusting any of you gave me." Dangerous things could come in pretty packages. He had his brother and his sister in law as proof for that.
He settled the figurine on the desk and kept his eyes on her. "You wanted to see it, there it is."
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-04-09 05:38 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Peitho didn't even glance at the item she'd come to see. It wasn't quite so interesting to her as its maker. "My interest has shifted from your art," Peitho admitted, her eyes on his. "Such a handsome man."
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[info]firestealer 2011-04-09 05:50 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select He blinked, "What?" She was confusing him. Many didn't call him handsome. Then again, what if this was another trick of Zeus'? He wouldn't put it past the Thunderer. He took the piece and set it aside, "well if you're not here to buy I have things to do."
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-04-09 05:53 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Why are you wary of me, Titan?" Peitho asked with true curiosity, still not making any distance between them. "Have I wronged you?"
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[info]firestealer 2011-04-09 06:05 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select He raised an eyebrow, "really? And just because you haven't yet doesn't mean you still won't. I don't know you. For all I know your one of Zeus tricks."
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-04-09 06:07 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "I care little for Zeus unless I must," Peitho told him, coming slowly around the workbench, fingers still trailing the wood. "My interest lie in less temperamental men."
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[info]firestealer 2011-04-09 06:13 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select He walked back until there was no more room, continuing to look at her with a wary eye. "What proof do I have? I know of you. Your husband send my mortals' doom to my brother's house. How do I know this isn't another ploy?"
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-04-09 06:17 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "My husband's will is not mine own," Peitho said with a gentle smile, pausing in her pursuit now that he had nowhere further to run. "Nor does he hold sway over my actions."
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[info]firestealer 2011-04-09 06:25 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select He crossed his arms, "still gives me no proof you aren't here under Zeus' orders." Although logically he knew Zeus no longer wanted to see him chained. He just didn't trust those that had a part in Zeus' court.
Sighing he ran his fingers along his eyes, wishing he could drink. "What do you want?"
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-04-09 06:33 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "I suppose you don't," Peitho said and then reached out a hand, running it down the edge of his face without actually touching him. "As Persuasion I have been commanded by Zeus in the past to do his will, as like all Gods who once walked the hallowed halls of Olympus I am subjugated by the immortal toddler who sits upon the throne."
She drew her hand back and drew away a little. "But in truth? I just like artists."
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[info]firestealer 2011-04-09 06:40 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select The comment made him chuckle, and he didn't draw back from the touch. A pretty woman could be his downfall as it had been his brother's but he had to admit the attention was almost nice. "If I end up in chains again, I will break you." He lowered himself then to sit down on the bench, giving her figure a long look. "You'd be a good model."
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-04-09 06:44 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Maybe I'd let you put me in the chains," Peitho said with a playful smile, remaining standing as he watched her.
At his last comment she ran a hand back through her hair, always enjoying the attention of others. "I'd be more than willing," Peitho told him. "My body has inspired men before."
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[info]firestealer 2011-04-09 07:02 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Just the mention of chains was making him on edge. "I'll pass." He studied her, both with the eye of an artist and a man. She was gorgeous, no doubt about that. And it was just him here.
He rose and went to set his fingers under her chin, raising it into the light, "no doubt about that." He released her then. "I have time if you're willing." He pointed to a nearby couch. "Lay down."
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-04-09 07:05 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Peitho looked over her shoulder to the couch before returning her smile to him. "I've all the time in the world."
She unbuttoned her coat and walked over to the couch and dropped the couch onto the ground beside it. "Would you have me undress?" she asked him, relaxing on the couch.
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[info]firestealer 2011-04-09 07:18 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Good," he already had ideas. He was still an artist, and wanted to put this into something he could create with his own hands. He nodded then, dragging a block of clay closer to him. "Yes. Get comfortable. If you need it warmer let me know."
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[info]formortalhearts 2011-04-09 07:22 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Peitho unzipped the side of her dress and slipped out of it, leaving it in a puddle of dark material on his floor. Peitho ran her hands through her hair and flicked it back over her shoulders before moving to make herself comfortable on the couch, arching her back and turning towards him. She said nothing but kept her dark eyes on him. There was something terribly erotic about seeing a man turn her body into art.