morgan blackwood ☠ hel (helhath) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-07-18 17:35:00 |
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Engagements were interesting. So many things were expected of you, there were too many do's and don'ts. Hel had yet to become accustomed to what was right and wrong, what was proper of a to-be-wife. So far, she knew only the basics. What Mnemosyne had taught her was proper.
Among those things, she knew it was proper to wait for one's husband when he announced a meeting in the garden. Yes, she could do that.
Pyriphlegethon wasn't particularly bothered with wife duties being done right, he mostly was in it because he felt old, wanted to have roots and...well, his wife to be was attractive and he liked sex. It really wasn't so complicated in his mind. He missed being able to do whatever he wanted, but he figured that once the marriage settled he'd be back to that.
He showed up at the gardens by the pond just in time, looking unruffled and cheerful as was normal for him. Maybe a little too eager, but that was Pyri, and hey when you had a hot wife to be? being excited was fine. Especially when the meeting meant he could touch. Yup. Not that complicated at all.
Her eyes met his slowly from where she stood, perfectly still like a statue. Only the stray pieces of her hair, the rest of it tied up in a braid, moved in a light breeze that passed. Eventually she saw fit to edge closer, to lean up and press a wifely kiss to his cheek.
Hel couldn't be sure what he wanted from this meeting, but what she did know was that she'd surely find out soon enough.
Pyri leaned in to kiss Hel lightly, a kiss on the cheek was all well and good, but he wanted a little more. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close, deepening the kiss playfully, he allowed his other hand to slip downwards comfortably.
Down... down, a little more down. Oh yes, that was just enough down.
The kiss was fine, it was. They'd shared kisses before, and Hel hadn't particularly enjoyed them, but if kissing was expected, she'd do the deed. It was the hand that startled her. Really, it just came out of nowhere, and suddenly there was groping.
Both hands came up to his chest.
She shoved.
Pyri didn't expect that shove, one moment he had been contently groping his wife to be and then- then he was falling, arms flailing as he tripped backwards and he was falling. When did his Hel learn to shove so hard? It was so not cool.
A startled sound and then he was falling, falling- except he didn't hit grass. He hit water.
A choked up sound and this river of fire was effectively pond'ed.