Wilhelmina Corte-Real (helel) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-11-25 00:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | castor, hector, helen, pollux |
Who: Hector [armystrong], & Helen [immaterialed], Pollux & Castor [thedioscuri]
What: Thanksgiving or something, Helen just wants her brothers over.
Where: Hector's home, Seattle.
When: November 24/25?
Warnings: PG-13, Greeeeeeeeeks
Helen likes playing silly little games that mean nothing, she also enjoys crushing ants(not actual ants, metaphorical ones) beneath the her designer-label heels. That she is dissatisfied with her situation might be a bit of an understatement, the most beautiful woman in the world needs chaos to keep her going.
However, she has (on a small scale) organized a comfortable burst of disorder by inviting her brothers. Three Greeks and a Trojan under the same roof (no deaths, yet no) and Helen had found an excuse to let Hector welcome the Dioscuri alone. Maybe they'd give Hector a lecture before arriving, maybe (if Helen was lucky) they'd bring the Trojan prince already tied up. Good enough to eat.
Cassandra's words echo in the back of her mind, the prophetess is always right. Might not be Troy, but does this matter to Zeus' daughter? No. It does not matter. With limbs she will entangle the noble, valiant Hector; whispering those sweet promises (that will never go fulfilled). Waiting for such a long time, battling with his refusal to give inch; nothing is more frustrating for Helen than a 'no'. Till this day she has not spoken about her whereabouts. (How to describe what is nothing? It was not even a matter of floating but being nothing.
Her heartbeat speeds up at the memory, a junkie she wants to come back for more (needs to). Impulsively she tosses a pillow off the couch (Hector is too neat), disorder makes more sense. Spinning on the balls of her feet (barefoot was the only way to go about in the house) Helen waits, ignoring the impatient tick of the living room clock.