mythology/ favourite cinnamon Title: favourite cinnamon Author: Kjata (makrothumia) Characters & Pairings: Artemis, Apollo, Hephaestus, Dionysus, Hades, Poseion Fandom: Greek Mythology Rating & Warnings: all, no warnings Theme & Community: 022. steam engine, 069. strangle & 089. wings, 100_wangsts Words: ~600 Disclaimer: Characters, Setting, and Original Content that this fic is based upon belongs to those who own them - Namely, anyone but me. Original Post:here
Barefoot In The Dark She sidestepped around one of those new horseless carriages, and continued to carefully pick her way down the cobbled street. Her brother followed after her, gesturing wildly and speaking in sotto voice, but not so sotto that she could hear him over the honking and cracking of the machinery around them.
"I'll not have you go!" he tried to say to her, tugging on the sleeve of her dress and pleading with his eyes. "You have to stay here in London, you just have to!"
She shook her head at his moving lips, and pulled her arm free. Unlike the younger brother, she had no qualms about talking loud enough to be heard. "Bugger off Apollo, I'm going hunting."
The train station came into view as she continued her dainty march, and if anything it made the golden-haired sun god more frantic. "But on one of those monsters? Let me and Ares look at it first, I beg you! We don't know what it will do if you get on it!"
The engine of the train, something working on steam and letting out hissing sounds as she stood only twenty feet away from the loading platform, caught her eye, and she would not lie to herself that it filled her with trepidation. After all, Hephaestus still seemed to be sore at her for that little experiment she did with his prototype mechanical spiders. And that monstrosity was one of his creations..
The man with a box hat and a pocket watch yelled for all to board, and she spun around to look up at her brother's anxious eyes. "I'll be fine. Now get back to your job, so we can have some sun in this country for once."
Terremoto Tempto The God of wine lay there along his golden-tinted bench with matching pillows, and daintily picked up a grape, rolling it around his fingers before popping it into his mouth. "You come to me, the day of my favourite wine's revealing, and you ask for such a favour."
The centaur cowered on bent knees and head, and shook in fear. The marble his lowered eyes focused on caught his tears, and echoed the plopping sound of each one hitting. "Please, sir."
Dionysus sighed as he leaned back further, and popped another grape in his mouth, taking a moment to waggle his eyebrows around the rolls of fat on his forehead at a simpering Nymph nearby.
The centaur's front knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed. "I do not know what else to do."
A gnome approached carrying a fresh wine barrel -- really, the transfer students were getting more and more unusual these days -- and he sighed as his goblet was filled. "I suppose I'll have to grant your wish."
As he sniffed the wine with utmost adoration, the creature murmured his thanks, and backed his way out of the pavilion.
In The Archives "Icarus. Now that was a poor sod."
Hades laughed and clapped his breeches-clad knee, and jostled his mug of grog so hard that it spilled onto the wooden deck. "Oy, I hear you on that. All "Look at me, I'm flying!" and then "Oops, moulting season!" Ah, it was fun to watch that."
The ships captain, Hades brother Poseidon, smiled a smile full of barnacles in his beard, and adjusted his pirate hat that tried to viciously threaten being whisked away in the sea breeze. "Yeah, he wasn't the best advocate for super glue now, was he?"
After a swill of grog slid down his throat, the god of the underworld shook his head, and smiled at the tourists that milled along the boat around them. "No, but he could be placed as sponsor for snorkelling equipment, I think."
The two brothers chortled to themselves, and continued to chug their authentic piratey drink.</blockquote>