Atë (recklessate) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-10-23 17:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | ate, thalia |
WHO: Ate & open to Deimos, Apollo, and Thalia
WHEN: Thursday evening
WHERE: The twins' place at New Orleans
WHAT: Waiting for the storm and contemplating boy troubles.
RATING: PG, at least.
Ate sat on the front steps of the house that belonged to the twins, looking out over the swampland all around. Her eyes had adjusted as the sun was setting and in the dusk light she could still see easily - not that there was much to see. She wanted to be out there hunting with the twins but Phobos had run off and left, leaving Ate feeling jilted and annoyed. She had taken her nephew's abandonment personally and was feeling rather like flaying Phobos, given half the chance.
She had come here for a little peace and quiet (at least, Ate's version of such) and to escape from the same city as the damn ex-husband who refused to even see her properly. Not that Ate even cared what Mark did or didn't do. Mark was a moron and she wanted to hang him upside down and poke him with sharp things. (She did not, at all, want to simply spend time with him in any girlish manner. Because she was Ruin and she didn't do things like snuggle with the Democratic Party... at all. Jackass.)
She dragged her nails down the sides of her bare legs as she sat, enjoying the sharp sensation of it, before running her hands through her hair - already wet from the misty rain - and leaving damp trails down her skin. (It may have been starting to rain but the weather was still warm, and Ate was matching the rustic appeal of the house in a singlet and cut off denims.)
Ate turned her face up to the dark sky and hoped for a storm tonight. Despite thunder being the domain of her bastardly father, Ate had always enjoyed violent weather. It suited her well. (Zeus could go fuck himself, however.)
Just as the first slow roll of thunder rumbled through the sky, Ate heard the sound of the door behind her opening. "Come to watch the show?" she asked them.