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Tweak says, "Aye Carumba!"

paxnarrator (paxnarrator) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-31 00:01:00

Entry tags:

amun, aphrodite, ares, changing woman, coyote, eris, harmonia, isis, jormungandr, mania, morrigan, mut, osiris, raijin, raven, urdr

Who: OPEN
What: The Halloween party continues, now with far more elaborate costumes...
Where: The Empty Grave
When: 9 p.m. until
Warnings: Just assume this one's going to get naughty.
Notes: This is the transformation post! Again, subject line denotes location. Go shed those mortal skins!

As it had been with Pax Letale, so it was with its tenants: The shift from mundane to immortal was somehow creeping but immediate, passing almost beneath notice until the change was complete. Clothing faded rather than being shed; some deities remained in their humans' attire, some wore their old familiar kit, but all were utterly changed. The DJ played on, bartenders and waitstaff wound through the crowd, guests from outside the strange apartment danced and talked and flirted still with the partners who had brought them, all of them oblivious to the inhuman nature of the beings beside them. But for the residents of Pax, everything was about to change.

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on the dance floor: Ares!

philommeides
2010-11-09 04:27 am UTC (link)

The change was instant, and complete. Well, almost - Lia felt dissociated, distant. It wasn't a feeling of paralysis so much as something like floating coupled with awareness of what was happening to without direct sensory input - experiencing herself once removed, only it wasn't herself - it was her.

Her. Laughter loving; foam-born; mother of desire; bringer of victory; deceptive one; bridal; warlike; sexual; contriver; black of night; heavenly, golden, Aphrodite.

Dim mortality lifted away like a paper shade that had filtered the sun. Her skin seemed to glow golden, her hair shone in richer, deeper hues. What beauty the fragile, mortal creature Maricelia Valencia - Maricelia, Maricelia, sweet, beloved Maricelia - possessed was exponentially more, perhaps inexplicably so. The skin they'd shared was infinitely softer, smoother; the very look of it inspired the desire to touch it, to confirm the undeniable impression it made that it could be the most pleasurable sensation one might have ever experienced. More than that was the very sound of her movements, slight though they were, were musical. As she realized what had happened - as she moved her slender, delicate hands, saw her own shape reflected on some bright surface - she laughed, and it was water bubbling merrily over stones; it was melted chocolate over sweet fruit; it was symphonic.

Her euphoria was so great she could barely contain it; it was not, after all, only having herself back. Maricelia had been watching-without-watching him all evening (that made Aphrodite laugh as well, softly to herself, as she'd played that game so many times so long ago, when they'd thought they had all the time in the world) - his own Maricelia, his Samuel. The chaos that had overtaken the party barely registered to her - all the animals, the sounds, the confusion. There was only him, and she would find him.

As she threaded her way through the crowd, the very scent of her thoughtlessly adjusted to whatever might be most inviting and tantalizing to the people she passed. It was strange, walking in these shoes of Maricelia's, but grace came as naturally to her as anything else beautiful might, and they made it a bit easier to see in the crowd. A smile emerged when she saw him - of course, he'd already spotted her, was already coming for her, her Enyalios, her swift, brazen, fearsome Enyalios.

Aphrodite made haste.

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Re: on the dance floor: Ares!

miaiphonos
2010-11-09 06:31 am UTC (link)

Where she slipped through the throng effortless and poised Ares simply shouldered through them, pushing aside gods and their human consorts and attendants with equal unconcern. He had felt her before he had seen her, had sensed that resonant pull of her from well across the room; it was a strange sensation, inexorable and fierce and a joy beyond measure, and he would not waste precious seconds accommodating any who stood between them. His hands flexed at his sides, short nails biting crescents into his palms; beneath the music's humming pulse he felt his own heart quicken, each heavy strike of his black boots against the floor carrying him that much closer to her. This was not their dream, some bittersweet memory of shame and desperation filtered through a human consciousness: This was tangible and real, present and true, and when he reached her side it was Ares' steady grasp, not Samuel's, that pulled her close.

"Areia." A thread of laughter laced through his tone, relieved and amused and full of a dangerous sort of cheer. "My Areia." His gaze flickered over her, drinking in every curve and plane of flesh, every aspect of this mortal guise now impossibly heightened, transmuted by what was truly her. Leaning down, he pressed a burnished cheek to hers, smiling with a brush of his lips to her lobe. "You wear this well," he teased. His teeth nipped at her ear, worrying at tender skin. He pulled away, but only just; one hand slipped between them, pressing to her thigh, rough fingertips slipping beneath the hem of her flawlessly fitted dress. He kissed her, then, his tongue pushing past her lips, urgent and hungry.

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Re: on the dance floor: Ares!

philommeides
2010-11-09 06:37 am UTC (link)

Instantly, her mouth opened to his as she pressed herself closer to him, her own hands busy sliding up his body, acquainting herself with his new shape. Smiling against his lips, she felt the hard muscle under the fabric of his shirt, the breadth of his shoulders, the size of the hanEds that held her. Ever a soldier, her Enyalios, ever built like one. Such ideas, though, had hardly any time to be fully formed as his hand on her thigh and her body pressed to his made her sigh into his mouth. She pulled away for him for just a moment, one hand making quick work of pulling off the red wig Maricelia had been wearing, then unpinned her dark hair, making it tumble down over her shoulders. Then, she smiled up at him.

"I wear everything well," she told him, leaning up to give him another kiss. Then, her lips pressed to his jaw, his throat, his earlobe so she could tell him, "I like this body... it's so very yours." It was unclear whether she'd been referring to his or her own - but it was true of both. Dropping the wig on the floor, she reached up and twined her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, brushing her lips over his, breathing in the scent of him. She wanted only to melt into him; to tear these strange clothes off of both of them and for them to ride each other until they collapsed. Her next thought was to lead him away from here, for them to be alone, but of course, her beloved wasn't about to loose his hold on her without first being given a good reason.

She kissed him again. "Shall we find somewhere more private, my Enyalios?"

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Re: on the dance floor: Ares!

miaiphonos
2010-11-09 06:55 am UTC (link)

"Must we?" His hand shifted further up her thigh; her dress gathered at his wrist, stalling any more substantial progress. At the corner of her mouth he grinned, his eyes leaving hers for one brief, unconcerned look at the crowd around them. His hand slipped softly up her back, tangling in her loose hair, tugging sharply at one thick lock. "What will one more show hurt them," he said, a playful taunt edging his voice. He drew her lip between his teeth, worrying gently at its soft swell. It took patience he hadn't known he possessed to keep from lifting her against him and carrying her off, taking her in some dark corner where perhaps, perhaps, for a time they would not be seen. But this reunion, he knew, deserved something better than that, if just as expedient. He sucked at her lip as he pulled away, his nails pressing shallow crescents into the smooth skin of her leg. "Their homes are so far, and I've waited long enough."

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Re: on the dance floor: Ares!

philommeides
2010-11-09 06:57 am UTC (link)

She raised a brow at him, then shook her head as she smiled, then kissed his lower lip. "Their homes?" she asked, one of her hands sliding down his chest between them, down as her soft lips brushed his. "How could I wait that long," she murmured, giving him another kiss, her hand sliding further down, brushing over his belt, then lower still, pressing against him. "It's been ages... forever..." Her tongue slid into his mouth, and her hand slipped further down, coaxing her skirt up a bit more, pressing her body closer still to his. "I've missed your taste, my Enyalios," she said, rocking her hips subtly, suggestively against him. "I've missed your touch. I don't want to share you with them," she nodded toward the crowd, and she pulled back just the slightest bit, her lips pursing into a moue. "Surely you don't want to share me, do you?"

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Re: on the dance floor: Ares!

miaiphonos
2010-11-09 07:02 am UTC (link)

Her trap was perfectly baited and set; suddenly patience seemed a useless and unnecessary virtue. His hips pressed to hers once more, and then his hands shifted, slipping as easily around her as they always had. Heedless of their observers he draped her slight weight over his shoulder, one arm wrapped tight around her legs. Aphrodite laughed, wriggling against him a bit as she held his shoulder, slid her palm over his back. His grin was so self-satisfied as to be nearly obscene. "No," he said, "never again." With each step he felt her necklace thumping at his back, her hands and the points of her nails pressing against him; he sighed happily at each small sensation, but already wanted more.

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