Philotes, Goddess of Friendship & Affection (philotes) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-04-09 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~harmonia, ~philotes |
Bearer of Bad News (tag: Harmonia)
Philotes loved the Underworld. It was her home, it was where she'd grown up, it was where most of her family still lived. While others might find it a dark and dismal place, and certainly there were many that found it frightening, Friendship always felt there was a dangerous beauty to it. And it was the peril that made the loveliness stand out that much more. At least, that was the way she saw it.
And because she was a child of the Underworld, she had resources that others wouldn't have at their disposal. She had spies. Well, not exactly spies. Kinda spies. She had people and things that weren't exactly people that she could ask for information on what was going on in the Underworld. The fact was, it was a big place filled with lots of beings. And even if she could narrow down the area she was interested in, like the Blessed Isles or the Elysian Field, those were still pretty crowded.
So she was waiting. She'd sent somebody to find Harmonia for her. One of her... actually, Lottie thought it was a cousin, maybe. Not dead, so it hadn't gone for a swim in Lethe's waters, and it looked human enough not to be terribly frightening as long as it didn't smile. The teeth were something else all together. But it liked donuts, so a little bribe was all it took to send her kin to find her dearest friend. If she was lucky, it would bring Harmonia back to her. If not, she'd have to wade through the Fields herself to wherever her cousin last saw the goddess. Huge place, the Underworld. Huge.
While she waited, Lottie paced and considered, and thought and plotted. She didn't want to mess this up. This was big. Not just because Aphrodite had asked her to go get Harmonia, and that was kind of a humongous deal in itself, but also because Friendship really, really wanted it to work herself. She'd been trying for so long to get her friend back. The last thing she wanted to do was babble and ruin it. So she needed to figure out just what to say.
She could try a casual approach. Clearing her throat, Lottie practiced, “Hey, Harm. How've you been? I've been really good, lately. I got to talk to your mom recently. That was an interesting conversation.”
No, that sounded like they'd been chatting about Philotes' love life, or current lack of one. That wasn't the impression she'd wanted to give.
“So, Harm,” she tried again, “I was talking to your mom, and I got some interesting news.”
Oh ew, that sounded like there was gossip to spread. That was so not how she wanted to start this. Because then the truth would be even worse. And it was bad enough already.
“Hey, Harm, your step-father is such a total douche he cursed the necklace he gave you for your wedding, and that's what killed off your kids, grandkids, great grandkids, and might still be killing for all we know because nobody knows where the damn thing is now. How's that for a kick in the pants?”
Definitely not that one.