Apate, Goddess of Deceit, Guile, Fraud & Deception (apate) wrote in deities_dot_com,
Oh this was a conversation she did not want to have now. This was a person she did not want to see now. Not while she felt so off kilter. Not that she wanted to spend any time with Prometheus, but most especially not now. One look at his face, however, suggested that he was not going to want to hear her excuses. Even if they were honest.
She could ignore her responsibilities as a host. Actually, she had very little problem with that, as she couldn’t really understand why her pantheon clung to such old fashioned notions as xenia. It was ancient and obsolete practice. He could be left out on the sidewalk, but that would likely only compound the problem.
She could have the conversation where he stood, without letting him into her home. It would perhaps keep it short, which was a mark in the positive column. However, he was stubborn enough that he might not care and then she would have a scene on her doorstep. That could completely destroy the years she had spent creating the benign image she projected to her neighbors.
She could, she could, she could…
There were any number of options, almost all of which led to unpleasant results with Prometheus. But the sooner she got this over with, the sooner she let him yell at her, the sooner he would leave. It didn’t really matter, did it? Obviously there was something deeply wrong with her. There was the issue of giving into weakness with Loki. And Prometheus had already caught on to what she’d done with Eos. There was definitely something wrong with her when she couldn’t even pull of a simple lie.
Maybe she’d been failing for some time now. That would explain why she’d not been able to scam Eos well enough to fool the titan. And why she’d let Dolos fondle her. And that thing with Loki, that was very uncharacteristic. Something had happened and she’d lost focus. Until she figured out what it was, she wouldn’t know how to correct it and get back to the way she was supposed to be.
So it was better to get this over with. Maybe now was even a better time, since she didn’t really care. “Sounds like you plan to stay awhile, then. You want some coffee? Or hard liquor? Maybe some beer. Beer goes with Sanford and Son, doesn’t it?
“Close the door behind you,” she commented as she turned away. Without looking to see if he followed or did as she asked, she shuffled back to the living room. After flopping onto her couch, Apate pulled the throw pillow back into her lap and stared blankly at the television.