WHO: Ate & Clio WHEN: After the blackout, night of Thursday 6th. WHERE: Ate's Bronx apartment torture studio WHAT: Meeting the present from Apate WARNINGS: Mostly descriptions of violence
Apate was one of the best Gods there was, because she'd brought Ate another Muse to use to punish her Apollo-darling. That brought her count to a delicious three and how could the Sun God possibly deny that her vengeance was painful with such a tally? She was the Goddess who brought the arrogant to their knees for their reckless crimes, and that was exactly what she was doing to her brother.
Clio was unconscious on the bed in Ate's room, her wrists and ankles bound, and Ate sat with her legs crossed as she watched her silently and waited for the inevitable freak out when she woke up. Ate was undecied if she'd play with her first or just take her to see her sister hanging in the other room, as Terpsichore had been passed out when Apate had arrived with the present. Both Muses were, for the moment, unaware of each other's presence, something which Ate didn't plan to have last for very long.
She was a pretty thing, History, all wide-eyed and innocent, and Ate reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair from Clio's face in an almost maternal fashion.