| Purrfect Day for Play (tag: Artemis) |
[19 Dec 2007|01:18am] |
Cocoa puffs were nothing short of perfection. The best food ever invented. EVER. Forget beer (no matter what her mother said.) Forget bread. Forget sliced bread. None of them were as wonderful as cocoa puffs. Cocoa goodness contained within crunchy little spheres, drowned in milk that slowly turned chocolate-y. How was that not absolutely amazing? The milk turned to chocolate milk! Cocoa puffs, Bast was certain, were the food of the gods. Or at least one god. Goddess. Whatever. The point was, cocoa puffs were the best way to start the day.
Cocoa puffs were how she started every day. Okay, most days. Occasionally she wanted sausage. Sometimes with cocoa puffs, sometimes with eggs, sometimes just sausage if she was feeling exceptionally carnivorous. This morning, she felt rather mellow, and as she slurped the last of the milk from the bottom of her bowl, Bast contemplated what to do with her day.
Usually, she had quite a full itinerary, though most of it didn’t require personal, hands-on attention. Which left her free to do as she pleased. Sometimes it pleased her to get her hands dirty with work, but today… today, at this very moment, she felt like playing. Something light-hearted. Fun. She wanted to have fun.
( Of course, she almost always did. )
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| Necessary Conversation (tag: Lethe) |
[19 Dec 2007|12:34pm] |
A week. That was not very long at all, and yet, Kratos knew it would be long enough for some of his aunts and uncles to dig themselves even deeper into the hole that some of them had created. Most of them, he couldn’t really pity. He could wish for them to choose another way, that they wouldn’t constantly push against the natural order of things, but that was rather unlikely to happen. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t want better for his family.
His loyalty to Zeus was rock solid, strong and unbreakable. There was no question in his mind or in his heart as to his priorities. But his love for his family was very strong, and not just for his siblings and his mother, though they obviously always came first. There were others, though, that meant more to him than simply a name on a family tree. There were uncles and aunts that he was truly fond of, and most of those were those that would not be on the front lines of the coming confrontation. While there were some he knew were instigators and pot stirrers that he felt were only going to get what they deserved, however upsetting that might be to him personally, there were others that he worried were going to get caught and dragged along in the wake.
It was his concern and affection for one of those that had him now sneaking into the Underworld. Sneaking might be a strong word, actually. It was more like, proceeding with caution. Olympian reaction was not what he feared in this circumstance, but rather what some of his less charitable relatives might think. As much as Erebos had preached the importance of family, Kratos was of the opinion that more than a couple of them did little more than pay lip service, especially when it came to those that didn’t call the Underworld their primary residence. But Strength was no coward, and he never shirked his responsibilities. Right now, he felt one of those obligations ( was to see Lethe. )
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| Absolutely Fabulous (tag: Skadi) |
[19 Dec 2007|12:46pm] |
Apate was bored. Just plain bored. There was really only so much she could do in Prom’s forge, and more, only so much she could do in Dolos’ room there. Primarily because she didn’t want to actually touch anything. She’d thought that the titan had been kidding about the crusty sheets, perhaps a vulgar reference to what her brother did in his bed all alone in the wee hours of the night. Or the morning. Or afternoon. Actually, she was a little surprised her twin could walk most of the time. But still, she wasn’t appalled by the state of his bed (since she refused to look at it) so much as the state of everything else in his room.
Sometimes she wondered if their personal cleaning habits were a sound statement of the differences in their personalities, she and Dolos. They were, in many ways, so very similar; their aspects and inclinations almost always leaning in the same direction. They simply found different ways of reaching the same destination, and that was where those personality differences were highlighted. That, and apparently, the state of their living space. With a little sigh, Apate decided just throwing a sheet over the chair was not going to be enough. If she was stuck here, then some of this… ( just had to be cleaned. )
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