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Enyo (wreathedinblood) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-05-06 02:24:00

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ares, enyo

Steak and Shake Down
Who: Ares and Enyo
When: Early evening (Before the snow, May 5th)
Where: Enyo's small estate, just outside of NYC
What: Dinner, catching up... And a little questioning.
Warning: Innuendo. It's Ares. Honestly.

It had been a pleasant dinner to be sure. Steak, no vegetables as Ares had requested. Rare but not dripping for him, nearly mooing for her. But her cook had long since grown used to such strange requests from "Blair" which she had asked Ares to call her in a very quiet voice upon his arrival. It was something she had neglected to tell him in a post. Blair Swanson... She hated the alias but there it was anyhow.

Now, dinner was over and it was time for drinks for Enyo was being very proper about the whole thing. Drinks in the drawing room. She'd even dressed for the occasion - well, not really but it seemed like it anyway. She had settled in a rather rich looking arm chair that seemed more like a throne than anything else, tapping a forefinger on the rim of her brandy glass as she just... looked at him. He appeared well enough though his post had made her wonder.

And now it was time to ask now that all the staff had left for the night. They could talk freely, use the proper names, "Why was Deimos speaking of Thebes and fighting Kadmeans again when that era is long gone?" She was trying to be diplomatic in her asking instead of coming out and asking why her nephew was acting fuck-nutting insane. Diplomacy was not her strong suit so it was sort of a miracle.

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ares_godofwar
2009-05-06 02:43 am UTC (link)

He felt a little underdressed even though he had come here straight from work and was still wearing a suit. He felt he was missing a few tassels or a cravat or something - but if he felt uncomfortable, it never showed on his face.

Things were just as they had been between the two of them; they got along as well as they did three thousand years ago, even though everything about them had changed. Even they themselves have changed.

When she asked him about Deimos, he sighed and slumped a little in his seat. He hated repeating himself but this was someone else asking him the same question others had asked him before, and it was a valid question for someone who might not have been kept in the loop.

"He's been a lil' off since I had one of my psychotic breaks and nearly erased him." Ares spoke about it casually between his drink, which probably suggested that the both of them - all the Greeks, in fact - were used to having to deal with the Olympian and his mood-swings.

"I don't think he's aware of where or when he's at, what he's doing; all that kinda stuff. He's been like that for a while."

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wreathedinblood
2009-05-06 09:10 am UTC (link)

There had been a time when she dressed like a warrior - anything to look male on the battle field and blend in, be apart of the club. She didn't really need to because she was a goddess but she had done it anyway. Ever since the Victorian age... She had been a girl. Dresses, jewelry, make-up, everything. Strange how that happens, huh?

Enyo continuously tapped on the rim of her glass in a sort of tick. Tick, tick, tap, tap. It was like an ominous metronome. And she had definitely not been kept in the loop. She'd been busy in D.C. doing her old job of war mongering. She couldn't help it; she loved it too much.

Ah, so Ares had fucked up again. Well that explained so much. And to add to that, "Explains why I felt like shit." After all, she was so intertwined with his nephews... And him. And there was very little that was just her to sustain her. "Certainly scared a few mortals by pulling a good, old fashioned faint in the National Air and Space museum." She was lying about how bad it had been exactly and that was very obvious as she wasn't much of a liar.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Enyo rose from her chair, moving to stand in front of one of the massive bookshelves that lined the walls of the drawing room. Each one was filled with books and tiny animal skulls and little hidden treasures. "I hate seeing him like that... Is there any way-" she didn't want to use the words 'to fix him' so she paused and found she couldn't continue. She was growing far too sensitive in her old age.

	ares_godofwar 2009-05-08 11:39 pm UTC (link)
	"It's not as bad after the first time, is it?" The only downside to the place was that you couldn't eat anything there. He had fun... refurbishing the place, screwing around while Hades was absent, making fun of Charon and visiting friends who died long ago. "A game?" He cocked an eyebrow. "It depends what kinda game it is." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)