Apate, Goddess of Deceit, Guile, Fraud & Deception (apate) wrote in deities_dot_com,
What was he doing? He was just standing there. Lurking. Looming. It was unsettling and irritating, and very at odds with the calm manner in which he was speaking. The titan had done that last time too, though, hadn’t he? Calm to the point of being cool, though then he’d been wearing a smirk. There was no smirk this time. And that made her even more uncomfortable.
Despite his words, despite the fact that he said he was explaining why he was here, she couldn’t understand. His words were so far out of context that it just made no sense. She’d been caught, which was a rare enough experience in itself. He had caught her trying to fuck up his love life. So why wasn’t he yelling? Why wasn’t he swinging? Apate had fully expected that her punishment would be physical should Prometheus catch on to what she had done to Eos. And yet, he was just standing there. Talking about how she’d misunderstood their last conversation.
She glanced at him a few times out of the corner of her eye as he spoke, nominally keeping her attention on the screen, though she’d long since lost track of the action on the old sitcom. So if it wasn’t about breaking her, if it wasn’t about destruction, but about “change” whatever he meant by that, then what was he doing here? Did he just come to lecture her? Because if so, he was off to a very odd start.
Everything was odd. Everything was off. Nothing was orderly and neat and planned the way she liked it. Deceit despised feeling as though she was completely out of the loop. A surprise or two, a shift in the current status, that was one thing. Easy to roll with, easy to compensate for, if you were quick enough. But this? This was more than just a surprise or two. She didn’t want to admit that the situation might be beyond her abilities to cope with, but there was doubt creeping in. Nothing felt like it should, and the only thing that was familiar were the people present. Herself and Prometheus.
But even that was uncomfortable because he wasn’t saying what he should say. He wasn’t reacting the way he should react. Or had she read everything wrong? Was she so messed up, she couldn’t even do that right? Apate fought the urge to blink. If she did, the tears that she didn’t want, that were creeping up on her despite her efforts to remain in control, were going to find a way to escape. She hadn’t cried in front of him last time, she wasn’t going to this time either. Unconsciously, her fingers lifted to find the hard lump of the emerald pendant that was hidden beneath her pajama top.
“So, what? What kind of change?” she asked, displeased by the slight tightness she could hear in her own voice. “Go back to the way we were before? I loathe you from afar, you ignore my existence, and we all live happily ever after? Is that what you want, Prometheus? Fine. Works for me.”
She wanted to add that he could get out, but she wasn’t quite that brave.