imperialis (imperialis) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-07 19:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, hera |
Who: Ares and Hera
What: Hera goes to check up on son. There may be soup involved.
When: Sunday mid-morning.
Where: Ares penthouse.
Warnings: With these two? Best not to speculate.
There was an ever-growing list of crisis and things to do, but Hera was still racing towards the apartment of a son who loathed her on a good day and hated her on all the others. She couldn’t help but smile a bit at the irony. It took a moment of juggling the parcels in her hand to be able to knock at Ares door, and then she was taking a step backward in anticipation of seeing him. Their meetings took enough out of her even at full strength, dealing with his anger while still recuperating made her stomach clench. But there was nothing for it, after his actions, she needed to see him for herself. Dressed to conceal her still skeletal frame, Hera bushed her hair back off her face. It was one way of hiding the translucent skin stretched over too-prominent bones.
How wonderful, showing up to see Ares while looking waif-like. She’d be lucky to get out of the entire affair without only a few broken bones. But if he were well enough to take out of his anger on her, then he was back to himself and for that she could be grateful.