not only misery loves company Who: Freyja, Anteros When: Saturday Night Where: A dance club
She needed to remember herself, to remember she wasn't a cold woman. A cold Goddess, no. She was warm, she was flesh and blood. She was beauty and love incarnate. She was forever... and yet. She had felt so alone of late, few of her pantheon were here. Few to none of her kin. Her brother? She had not seen him in two centuries. Nor had she seen her husband, her father, her daughter. No one.
Freyja felt so alone, and thus she also felt that she herself was lessened.. and to have been shut out by her lesser only a few days before, for reasons she still wasn't clear on.. well, her self esteem had seen better days and so had her compassion. It was days like this she could forgive New York and it's people their faults, if only because they had dance clubs. In the clubs she could loose her problems to the beat of the drums, the pulse of the music and the crowd. The drinks helped, too.
So when she arrived at one of the higher end clubs and sweet talked her way past the bouncer into the pulsing music Freyja smiled just a little. She didn't care who was here for once, she usually would have checked, felt to see if she was the only God there. Checked to see what type of crowd it was. Instead she moved to the dance floor and started moving to the music, moving around the room with grace and ease. She twirled her way in between partners, bodies brushing up against her, the room tasted of lust, of sex and it was addicting to her. The music was lost to her ears, though and she knew only that she should dance, she could play with these mortals and toss them aside and everyone would be none the wiser.
But Freyja froze mid twirl when she realized that she had thought of them as disposable, nothing. A man ran into her, muttered something vaguely impolite and Freyja waved him away, and moved through the crowd to the bar. At the bar she ordered white wine and then started to mull over her last few thoughts. Freyja had always cared for the mortals more or less... that attitude was unacceptable... was her kindness, her love fading for lack of use? Or because she had been too long away from home. Perhaps people believed her to be more for war than love.. that could change her balance. Still, she thought it was probably something to do with her mood. She hoped.
She frowned... it was only then it occurred to her to check and see if any other Gods were in the room.. and she found she wasn't as alone as she thought she had been and she nearly wanted to leave, but instead she set her drink down and moved towards the area she had felt the other one in. It was a distraction if nothing else.