jon | neoptolemus (newwar) wrote in mythologs, @ 2012-06-18 22:35:00 |
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Daphne wasn't stressed about open war, she actually would be one of those who would enjoy herself killing people. Until she got killed or the war ended, whichever came first. Daphne was not particularly picky.
Honestly? Part of her wanted an excuse to go into Babylon and crush it, because frankly? She still hated the golden-haired ex of hers and he needed to die. Painfully. Somehow.
At least she had better company nowadays, someone more like her. Speaking of... she nudged Neoptolemus with her foot. "Wouldn't your homeland friends get scandalized over this?"
To everybody else, war seemed like such a complicated thing. Not for Neoptolemus, though. To him, it all dumbed down and simplified itself, but he loved it raw and all about winning or losing. The two regions were like ticking time bombs anyway, and it was about time.
Neoptolemus sat back and lazily lit a cigarette and let his other thoughts lazily pool around his mind until he felt a nudge at his back. He craned his neck, looking at Daphne in askance and then his lips curled up in a smirk. "Homeland friends?" he repeated. To be honest, he hadn't thought about that. He hadn't even thought of his wife, but he shrugged. "Maybe they'll pat me on the back and congratulate me for being clever and infiltrating from the inside," he mused, quirking his brows. "I'd make them proud."
They had too many ties in a way, Iriy and Niflheim, they had a colourful history that could not be undone until one or the other stopped existing. Daphne's laugh filled the room as she shifted positions, planting her lips along his back all the way to his shoulder until she was on top of him once more. "Will you now." She wasn't really asking, she didn't really care whether or not he did that. As long as he didn't stop what he was doing with her.
Daphne didn't take on lovers, not since her fiasco with Apollo many years ago. Instead she took because she could, and discarded when they bored her. Neoptolemus hadn't bored her yet, he was fun- no expectations, he liked what she did and vice versa. It was glorious. And he wasn't weak or whipped by her. And he didn't try to control her. Really, everything worked good.
"What will you do when war comes? We'll have to cut our visits short."
Neoptolemus nodded, his hand easily and comfortably latching itself on Daphne's waist while the other stuck out to the side of the bed, holding the cigarette between two fingers -- that pretty much summed up his whole relationship with the woman. Easy, comfortable, and not overwhelming in any way. He had wondered, even for just a little bit, if this was a bit selfish. A war was starting to cook up, he had a wife and children, but somehow he didn't feel like at a different man at all. "At the rate of all the fucking, I think I already have," he continued, and a part of him really believed that somehow.
In one swift move, Neoptolemus left the stick on the ashtray and tightened his arm around Daphne's waist and flipped them over with a small grunt. "You've been putting on a few pounds there," he teased as he hovered over her. Then he shrugged as much as he could in the position, "Maybe I won't see you at all, I'll have you suffer and be stuck with your... kin," and at this he smiled wildly. Would that mean that Daphne would miss him?
"They're muscle - that I will use to kick your ass one day in the field." Only she could say something threatening to the guy she was in bed with. Unlike War, however, she couldn't throw a vase at his head while they were like this. Instead she wrapped her legs around him with ease and arched herself up invitingly. "All the fucking is excellent workout. It's almost like we're not wasting any time, so you really should get back to it."
She vaguely knew he was married, and had kids, but it wasn't something that she particularly cared for. Daphne would never ask him to leave his family for her, she wouldn't expect anything other than this. Besides, for someone like her? This was enough. However, she didn't like the thought of it not happening because of the war.
Of course, the war would be good enough entertainment... "Considering your kin, you'll be the one who suffers more."
He practically sunk into her then, body coming down to meet hers while he nuzzled her and breathed hotly over her neck before a deep chuckle escaped at his lips, and it was half because Daphne knew how to play him well in bed. "That would mean the result of my pleasure could mean having you kick my ass -- theoretically," he said, voice coated with doubt. And then restraining himself, "I don't know how to feel about that."
Neoptolemus wasn't unhappily married, he was never the type of person to do something he didn't want to. But Daphne he liked, Daphne he wanted, and therefore Daphne he had to have and other factors mattered very little. Maybe it was appropriate too that this was all happening while their regions were threading closely to the line of war. He hummed, "And why would you say that? Are you planning on crushing all the men with your tremendous weight?"
"Yes." Daphne replied without missing a beat, it didn't hinder her speaking - just yet- that he was so close to her. Her hands trailed his back, fingers pressing the skin, hard enough to leave little red marks that would fade within seconds- but she had, for those few seconds, marked him as hers. "I'll crush men with my thighs." And that sounded so ridiculous that she couldn't help but give a short, sharp laugh.
"You know exactly how to feel about that." Daphne nuzzled him, "And you know how I feel." Her voice lowered, fingers slipped down between them, and she just gave him a wicked smile.
"We're doomed, we never stood a chance against these thighs of fury," he said with a straight face, though his hand travelled from her waist and warmly down to her thigh. A solemn expression rested on his face, but his eyes were a different story. Then he kissed her and it said yes, he knew exactly how they both felt about that.
And a while later once she was truly satiated and boneless, sprawled out on the sheets, Daphne allowed herself to think that- whatever happened, she hoped Neoptolemus would stay. It was an unrealistic expectation, but that was okay, even someone like her needed a moment to wish for something.
She took a deep breath and nuzzled his side before drifting off to sleep.