| Mutual Acquaintances (tag: Ereshkigal) |
[14 Sep 2008|06:59pm] |
It had been an interesting morning thus far. Starting from the moment she had opened her eyes and found herself in an unfamiliar bed. Not that it was a bad thing. Just an interesting one. And it had progressed from there in the most predictable fashion. That definitely hadn’t been a bad thing.
Body nearly humming with pleasure and energy, Bast decided that it was time to do something that she’d been putting off for several months. There were a number of other things she should be doing. Including finding Morpheus. Including looking for Nanshe. Including plotting out some sort of way to get even with that hotheaded Sumerian, Nergal. Including, probably, going to see her mother again. The list kept going. But Bast was going to do none of those things this today. Maybe tomorrow, but this morning, her plan was set.
( She was going to clean her bedroom. )
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| Second Star to the Right (tag: Deimos) |
[14 Sep 2008|07:02pm] |
The timer went off and Philotes grabbed the oven mitts to pull the cookie sheet from the oven, the overwhelming sweet smell of cookies hovering heavily in the air. After setting the hot sheet on the range top, she slid the next one in, already set up with drops of raw cookie dough. Baking was like making things by hand, right? They were homemade. And somehow, she managed to not fall all over herself when she was in the kitchen. Most of the time.
As much as she appreciated Frigg’s helpful suggestions, Lottie just couldn’t get any enthusiasm up for sticking a needle into fabric. Especially not after she’d ended up looking a bit like a porcupine after she’d fallen onto Frigg’s sewing basket. That had been extremely unpleasant. It had seemed like a sign that she’d found a little porcelain thimble on the floor in front of the dryer when she’d done her laundry this morning. Must’ve come with the house, she supposed, because she didn’t have any sewing notions, and she’d been really careful about pulling all of Frigg’s needles free from her hip.
It was sitting now on the window sill above her sink, and every now and then, Lottie glanced that direction. There was a niggling thought at the back of her mind that maybe she could give it to Nemesis along with the cookies. It wasn’t the handmade gift that the Norse queen suggested, but it was really pretty. Then again, it did look pretty, sitting there on the sill.
( Shaking. )
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| Another Round (tag: Ninkasi) |
[14 Sep 2008|09:28pm] |
Kratos smiled and slid a bill onto the bar as a tip as the bartender brought another round. The Greek much preferred Ninkasi’s brand over anything actually served here, but it brought strange looks and suspicion if a person drank, and was obviously drinking and not nursing, a single beer for the entire night. And bartenders were a little less pissy and gave fewer dirty looks if a tab was actually run. Not that many people gave Strength dirty looks.
He felt her coming before she was even at his side, and he turned with a smile to keep her from seeing that he’d bought another set of bottles. He’d tell her before he drank them, but he didn’t want her to think he’d waited until she was gone and ordered behind her back. Though he sort of had. Sometimes, he felt a little overwhelmed when Ninkasi was with him at a bar. She sort of got dominant and confident around alcohol. Which was actually pretty hot, but it did make him feel superfluous when sitting at a bar.
“Hey, any interesting graffiti?” Kray greeted pleasantly. As nonchalantly as possible, he slid a cold bottle toward the space in front of the empty stool beside him. Then he reached for his own and his elbow nearly struck the shot glass pyramid left by that Sooki guy. Pity he had to go, but Kray really didn’t want to destroy his handiwork. Or draw that much attention to himself.
“You want to move to a booth or something?” The suggestion wasn’t only for the preservation of the glass artwork, but now that it was just the two of them, there was some personal stuff he’d like to discuss. A booth would be a little quieter and give them a little privacy.
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