| Desideratum (Ares) |
[26 Mar 2008|08:04pm] |
The pain wasn't gone just yet. She'd passed out numerous times from it. But under the care of Asklepios' attendants Aphrodite should have felt at ease. She didn't. It wasn't that she didn't trust the God. She did. Everything just felt like it was happening.. over and over again. To top things off Prometheus and Deimos had come and rescued her. Deimos. How long had it been since she'd seen her son. Not that she called him that anymore. If she'd been forced to talk with him she certainly wouldn't have made a point of saying it.
It didn't mean what it had all those years ago.
She didn't know who hated who more. And she really didn't care. It was easier not to think about him. So she didn't.
But the other thoughts in her head were far worse. The pain was far worse. She wasn't in her temple, she hadn't seen Zeus. She didn't know if Akheron, Moros, and Phlegethon were still out there wrecking havoc. She didn't know much. She couldn't think straight. She couldn't talk. It felt like her skin was melting off all over again. Over and over again attendant filed in while she was screaming from the pain and tried to reassure her that nothing was wrong.
Everything was wrong! He'd melted her, again and again. And he liked it. She knew he liked it. She knew he got some sick thrill off of it as much as she'd tried to get those thoughts and feelings away from him. She was weak. She didn't want to eat. She wanted to just go away. Always her. Was she easy to pick on? Aphrodite didn't like thinking about it that way. But had Ares been around..
None of this would have happened.
She shouldn't have done what she'd done to him. She didn't even have the right to be saying his name. But she was.
"Ares." Her voice was soft and shaky. A testament to how she was, both inside and out. Not alright. Not anything close. She didn't know if she could take him being angry with her. But she needed him. She didn't want to be alone anymore. She wanted him back. She wanted to feel his presence and know she was safe.
Didn't he know what happened?
Could she even explain it if he asked? Would he ask? Would he come?
"Ares, please." Her voice choked in her throat. She was going to cry again.
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| Making Repairs (tag: Eir) |
[26 Mar 2008|09:15pm] |
Sigyn had no idea that silence could be so loud. The quiet that permeated the chateau was disturbing to her senses in ways she had never anticipated. The lack of sound almost seemed to throb. Or was that only because she could hear the rush of blood in her ears with every heartbeat? It was far, far too quiet. It felt wrong. It all felt so very wrong. And she felt very alone.
Which was a trick of the mind, and she knew it. There was still a small army of people here, downstairs in the room that had the most damage. Workers that Isis had located from somewhere, all bustling about and getting things taken care of. What Sigyn would have done without her friend’s support, she didn’t know. And didn’t want to consider. But she was starting to feel incredibly selfish for the amount of time she was demanding of Isis.
The Egyptian had been invaluable, helping her set things to rights, make plans, and deal with the chaos. But she couldn’t stay forever. Nor should she have to. Sigyn had taken up far more of her time than she really had any right to claim. Friend or not, Isis was not only a queen, she was a mother, and she had her own family and people to attend. And she did still have most of Hedy’s people in her villa until the chateau was more livable. No, Isis had not only done enough, she was continuing to provide Sigyn aid.
( She couldn’t stay just to hold Sigyn’s hand. )
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| Adventures in Interior Design (tag: Oizys) |
[26 Mar 2008|10:15pm] |
It wasn’t that Lottie didn’t appreciate the shower that Artemis had been kind enough to offer. And it certainly wasn’t that she didn’t need one. She was crusty and crunchy in places and ways that were best not thought about too deeply. It was a combination of the fact that the idea of getting naked anywhere near Missy was a little weird given the amount of time she’d spent trying to get those ideas out of her head, along with the fact that she really just wanted her own clothes once she got clean.
So while Peitho was getting clean somewhere, and Than and Art were drinking beer together or something, Philotes simply went home. And in this case, home was her farm in Nebraska. Though she knew it might be a bit reactionary, given how recent all of the stuff that her brothers had done had happened, Friendship had some difficulty in trying to look ahead to a time when she’d be able to call the Underworld home again. She didn’t really think it was going to happen.
( She didn’t belong there anymore. )
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