| Beyond The Gates (Phlegethon, Moros) |
[17 Jan 2008|07:08pm] |
To walk the world now would be foolish, but to walk the world without a weapon especially so. The discarded piece of metal was of interest to him if only because it had been of interest to Kronos. Long ago, when Ouranos had still ruled the heavens, Gaia had fashioned a weapon. Not the legendary thunderbolt or the trident of Poseidon, but a sickle of the hardest substance that could be brought forth from the bosom of Mother Earth herself. She had asked each of her sons in turn - which of you has the courage to bear arms against your father, to cast him down? There was only one who had that courage. Zeus' father Kronos, who had once been brother to Akheron by marriage. So it was Kronos who'd been given the sickle, neither particular remarkable nor beautiful but for the fact that it was held to be indestructible. And when Kronos was brought low no one thought to keep it, not even Akheron - not really. It had come into his hands as something of a joke from the brother he went to see.
( For some reason, that gift seemed almost prescient. )
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| Inviting Prospects [Narrative] |
[17 Jan 2008|07:58pm] |
Aphrodite was absolutely delighted. Elated even. Her plan had gone much smoother than expected. And it was what he deserved after all. Not a thought in her head wasn't happy now. Now, what to do with all this happiness? She had it. The perfect idea. All she had to do was walk into her own throne room and all her attendants came around like a swarm of bees on flowers. She sat in her throne and waited for them to gather close.
"Now, darlings." She said this mostly to the Kharites. "I'm going to throw a party. Not just any, but it's going to be quite private. So you keep it down." This was also said to the Kharites, as they tended to talk more than the others. "The reason, of course, is because I do not anyone to feel left out, or decide they need to crash it." Aphrodite put her head in her hands and watched them a moment. All waiting with baited breath.
Sometimes it was just too good to be her.
"You listen carefully. Only these people will be allowed to come. Of course my dearest Eros, Anteros, Hedylogos... whom I need to borrow his home in Paris for said party. Yes, that's where it'll be. Lets see. Peitho, Lottie, Pothos.. Who else should we invite?" Aphrodite didn't mean for this to actually be answered, and no attendant, no matter how close, moved to speak to her. It wasn't their place.
Aphrodite leaned back, tossed both legs over the side of her throne and reclined. "Oh, I know. Lets invite Asklepios. He's always good for a laugh, and relatively immune to.. well me. And if someone twists an ankle while dancing then we'll have someone there to heal them." Aphrodite clapped her hands. "Now, go tell them. send them invitations if you can't fine them." They all stood there a moment. There were many things to plan, but that's what she had attendants for!
"When.. Oh soon. They'll know. Invitations will be handed out soon. I'll write it down. Go on." And she did. Wrote a date to keep it private, and handed it only to a choice few. Then they were off. Aphrodite on the other hand just relaxed there in her throne. She loved being herself. She absolutely loved being love and anyone who thought they had it better was kidding themselves.
No one could compare.
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| House Rules (Apate) |
[17 Jan 2008|08:00pm] |
After leaving Hedylogos and spending that much time in front of Voltaire's tomb, the only thing Prometheus wanted to do was go home. The god of flattery had tried, but nothing had caught his attention. Nothing had helped him with the task that stood before him. That one, or the even larger task that he'd very soon be taking upon himself. Too many times he'd sat at home while the events of the world passed him by, while the events of Olympus passed him by. Temptation to avoid it once again was extreme, but giving in to that temptation would be a great mistake on his part. Few things were less predictable than the future, and for once - in what seemed a long time - he'd been given a glimpse. Just a small one. A risk to take and a reward for taking it, or so it seemed. More like two questions. Survive the gauntlet and pray that she'd welcome him back, welcome him with anything that approached open arms. It was a fool's errand, but errands so often were, and Prometheus was often too quick to respond. They might as well start calling it a Prometheus. No, he wouldn't avoid what was coming, but a trip back to the forge was in order.
( Just in case. )
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