Phobos (fearandpanic) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-06 01:18:00 |
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I am the shadow on the moon at night.
Who: Phobos (fearandpanic) [closed]
What: Phobos has a little fun with one of Poseidon's dock workers.
Where: The docks.
When: Tuesday evening.
Rating: PG-13
The worker Poseidon said he wouldn't mind losing was fairly easy to find. The guy who complained a lot.
It was really astonishing how much he complained.
Ever since Phobos' arrival, the man hadn't stopped talking for even a second. Did that guy breathe at all?
As dusk settled, the youth made himself comfortable on a stack of crates. There was no need to rush this and he planned on thoroughly enjoying himself.
Shadows scurried across the mortal's path. Left to right, right to left, always moving, growing bigger, following him wherever he went. The Greek kept that game up for a while, watching with a satisfied smirk how the frown on the human's damp forehead deepened until it looked like he had a mono-brow.
The shadows solidified, rose from the ground and nudged the man away from the herd step by step until he found himself shrouded in darkness, completely alone. "H-hello? Guys?"
Phobos could hear the frantic beating of he man's heart and smell the fear pouring off him in waves. It wouldn't take much to finish him off which was more than just a little disappointing. Of all the phobias a person could have, this one just had to be one of those with the simple ones, didn't he?
Snorting softly, the light twin swung his legs over the edge and lit a cigarette before he jumped down, landing at the centre of the illusion he'd crafted, right in front of the dock worker.
"Boo!"
A soft thud and then silence.
Boring.
It seemed as if Phobos would have to stir up trouble somewhere else to get arrested. Maybe a bar or a club. Oh well. He could do that. The night was still young, after all, and Ares had said he could call any time...