Enyo: Goddess of War, Violence and Blood (bathesinblood) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2013-10-12 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~enyo, ~hermod |
Something Different [open]
There was an oddly thoughtful expression on Enyo's face as she turned out of the New London Theater in Covent Garden. It was a strange little pleasure of hers, not one that she openly shared with anyone under any normal circumstances -only select family members knew as far as she was aware, but everyone had something. A dirty little secret, a guilty pleasure that went against what everyone thought they knew.
With Violence, it was theater. Well... and the collection, but even fewer knew about her collection.
It wasn't just any theater, though. She was not a fan of comedies, mostly because the majority of the mortal population didn't share her sense of humor at all. Tragedies, as they were called, appealed to her a great deal. Pain, suffering, in some cases death... those she enjoyed. Dramas as well. Eris was occasionally tricky enough to talk her into something that left her rigid with annoyance. There was a strong possibility that her twin did it just to see if Enyo would explode or go on a mass theater homicidal rampage.
Except even Enyo knew that if she slaughtered everyone that was at that terrible interpretation of that Victor Hugo book, that had potential but may have tugged just a bit at something inside that she didn't care to think about, she would never have been openly allowed back on London's West End. Restraint won out.
Which was why she had been able to take in a show to hopefully stave off some boredom without being chased off by a million armed guards. Fun for a day when she felt like being in battle mode, but sometimes even Violence needed to unwind in a non-physical manner. The problem was that sometimes it made her think and feel... and while she hated to feel... things... things long since buried, she had solitude to chew on them. She always had at least three tickets, sometimes more, so that unless privileged family joined her, there was always a decent berth between herself and a mortal to avoid causing a scene. Her mother should be proud, she thought ahead on something. Considered repercussions.
Ironically, about the time she started taking in theater was about the time she stopped going on completely random, unplanned, psychotic murder sprees. She didn't know what that meant and she was not about to ever delve deep enough into her psyche to figure it out.
Enyo had been familiar with the general premise of War Horse before she saw it, so she was aware that it was a sap story underneath everything else. But, she was intrigued. So she went, she watched, and then she lingered in the seat for probably fifteen minutes after the theater emptied to absorb and compose herself. It was an odd exercise in emotion. Something... she wasn't sure. She needed to think about it.
Outside down the street she headed toward the nearby restaurants. She needed wine, she needed steak, and she really needed to consider why the show made a small part of her chest tighten. It was... uncomfortable.