Ares (ares_godofwar) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-28 12:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, the moirae |
I feel irrational, so confrontational - to tell the truth I am getting away with murder.
Who: Ares (ares_godofwar) and the Fates (apportioners)
What: Ares stops by.
Where: At their shop.
When: Thursday night.
Warnings: None.
It wasn't like he was planning on leaving permanently, and yet he found himself making the rounds. There was a list of people he wanted to get around to seeing before he left - mostly family, but then there were friends; Greeks and non-Greeks alike, and then there were the Fates.
He didn't like them. Well actually, he thought one of them - the Cute One - was pretty hot and he wanted to have wild monkey sex with her, but beyond that, the Old One was funny (but not exactly his idea of a bedroom mate) and the Bitchy One was just... bitchy.
Sometimes they made his life interesting. Most of the time they made things incredibly difficult and everyone suffered for it. But they were just the messengers - they just told people things he didn't think they had much control over. That didn't mean he had to like them, though.
Despite that, they were the ones everyone gave a courtesy call to from time to time. He could imagine that nowadays people only stopped by when they wanted them to gaze into their crystal ball and give them an answer. The Greeks were all whores - they just whored themselves out differently.
Ares opted to wait outside rather than pick the lock or break the glass to enter the building. They knew he was here and they knew he wasn't here for trouble. They also knew he could start a shitstorm in a fraction of a second and the longer he waited, the more his non-existent patience wavered.