| Gratitude (Tag: Hermes!) |
[02 Mar 2008|03:51pm] |
The truth she had to reconcile was that in the end, she rather liked it. No, she wouldn't be visiting Deimos any time soon, but there were worse things that had happened to her before. Cataloging them in a bubble bath between bouts of William Blake and champagne, Tyche began to feel much, much better about the situation. She was certain she hated Deimos. She'd never, ever admit how much she'd liked it. But looking back, she had to realize as well that if she'd wanted to get herself free of him, she would have done it. And that meant a great many things, on a great many different levels. Some of those things, however, she wasn't ready to face quite yet.
But her process of working through what'd happened reminded her of another situation, not so long ago. No one would quickly forget the Keres and Moros on Olympus. But she had forgotten the aid Hermes had given her when she'd gotten herself too far into the battle to have been of any use. She'd never thanked him for that, had she? Well, that was nothing new. Though she would have liked to have been able to claim the good breeding that made women remember to thank every gentleman for any help they'd rendered, Tyche was terribly capricious. And sometimes that meant she was terribly forgetful. But that didn't mean she had to forget again about what Hermes did for her.
The day was spent finding just the right things - a basket, first. One always had to have a basket for these sorts of things. The wine was easier. Fine wine was like oxygen, and she and Nemmy had their full share (and then some) of the best wines available, but then... This was a present for a god, not for a mortal. There was very little persuasion that needed to be done at Dionysos' home; he was a generous god with his wares. Once a good bottle of red was situated perfectly in the basket, she added a pair of tickets to see the fight in two week's time in Las Vegas (and let him invite her, if he had no one else), and a set of keys to a very beautiful car that was more recreational than anything. He'd like fast cars, wouldn't he? He was such a fast god.
Finally, dressed in a tasteful cream silk number with gold embroidery, she set herself on Hermes' temple steps on Olympus and leaned her shoulder against the door. He wasn't here. She could tell he wasn't here. But he would be soon, then, wouldn't he?
"Hermes," she called. "It's Tyche. Are you free?"
Of course he was. Everyone was free, for Tyche.
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| Conspiracy! (Narrative) |
[02 Mar 2008|05:12pm] |
She had been sleeping soundly in the extra room that Lottie had told her could be hers here in this wonderful house on this wonderful farm. Sleeping better than she had in a long time, despite her worries about two boys who liked her at the same time.
But Oizys found herself sitting bolt upright suddenly, a score of thoughts running through her head.
"Shit!" The exclamation was soft, but firm.
Things had just occurred to her. Important Things that she should have thought of before. The sorts of Things that she was normally aware of.
Oizys climbed out of bed and paced the floor a little bit. Her bare feet making agitated sounds against the hardwood floor. She pulled on the edge of the big t-shirt she'd been sleeping in. Twisted it around her fingers, distorting the angry cartoon bear that graced the front of it briefly and then smacked her thigh, where similar angry cartoon bears danced all over the matching flannel pants.
"Shit." She said again.
Outside, a banging started. That stupid goat had been sleeping just under her window all night, waiting for her to wake up. Now that she had, he was going to make noise until she came outside to yell at him so he could try to attack her again. She knew this because it had happened once during the night. There was no doubt in her mind that the scenario would repeat itself. She went to the window anyway, opened it up and looked at him.
"I've got bigger problems than you." She told him. "Huge problems. Things you wouldn't even understand, goat. Things that are so huge your tiny little brain wouldn't get them."
It looked up at her with those creepy eyes. There was a certain intelligence in them that made her wince.
"Okay. Maybe you would understand. But I can't trust you just yet." Oizys narrowed her eyes at him. "You could be one of them." he had, after all, been spending all of his time plotting on how to give her bruises. That's what they did. Only on a much bigger scale and involved family.
Oizys shook her head and ( shut the window )
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| Varied Evils (Deimos) |
[02 Mar 2008|07:28pm] |
All of them were persona non grata in that bar, now. Prometheus didn't bother going there to look for Deimos. The younger god wouldn't be coming there, not for a long time. If what had been said about Tyche was true, then Prometheus doubted he would be anywhere. Not good enough. And he didn't bother thinking about holding Deimos' actions against him. Whatever transpired between Deimos and Tyche, it was between Deimos and Tyche. He didn't want to know because he didn't want anyone to know, least of all himself. Easier for all of them if Prometheus remained as close to ignorant as he could. Not to mention that later, if Zeus wasn't in a forigving mood, Prometheus could easily deny all knowledge of how things had happened. Later, much later, he might take a chance on asking how and why. Knowing was usually a good thing.
( Not today. )
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| The Cost of Safety (Morpheus / And Maybe others?) |
[02 Mar 2008|09:39pm] |
It had all happened so quickly she hadn't known exactly what to say. But now it was done. Now Morpheus had pleadged to keep her safe from harm at any cost. Any cost. Even his death. As if she'd let him die, no, she may not have had complete control over the Gods and how they died, no, that was more fate than Thanatos or Makaria.. But she'd.. She'd do something. Anything. He wouldn't die. She wouldn't let him.
( He couldn't die. )
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