Theodore Love (sex_drive) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-04 09:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, deimos, eros, phobos |
Who: Eros, sex_drive; Ares, ares_godofwar; Phobos, fearandpanic; Deimos, terrorandmayhem
What: "Rescuing" Ares
When: Wednesday early morning; 3:30 AM
Where: Music Concert Grounds
Warnings: TBA, language for sure -- it's Ares & his boys.
"Shut the fuck up, damn." Eros complained as they arrived to the scene of this ... mayhem. The double doors to the concert hall were thrown open, damn near movie style, Eros in the middle, his faggoty twin brothers flanking his sides -- bickering about something, mostly Phobos about not wanting to be there. "Deimos, you hear that? Is that a little fucking girl, I hear? -- Huh?" Yes, Eros could wear the big-daddy pants. He was just as much part Aphrodite as he was part Ares -- sometimes the Ares in him came out. It had been on constant display lately, though, maybe it was the events that cause the "warrior" in him to emerge.
Even the best of artists when it came time, did what they must; the King went to war, why couldn't Eros? He very much admired Elvis for that, but nonetheless, there they were. He had grabbed at Phobos shirt -- somewhat carefully, not really trying to hurt him, just picking on him. A small slap was given to his face as if trying to wake him up from being such a punk. "You'll ride into battle at Troy but won't face dad? -- Wow." He released his little brother and made his way into the hall. No reason to search, although his father was weak, he could feel him out. He walked in the directed vicinity of where he was. Sitting on the back of a dead body -- resting, hyperventilating, in and out of consciousness.