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Erato ([info]passionburning) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2022-03-17 22:27:00
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Current mood: busy

WHO: Erato and Hybris
WHEN: Weds 16th March
WHERE: Back to Hybris’ Secret Torture Lair
WHAT: Phase One of Hybris’ “Make myself feel better with torture” Plan, feat. Erato
WARNINGS: Well…. I’ve already said the word “torture” twice, sooooo



Erato flipped her hair back over her shoulder as she walked towards the cafe, rummaging in her bag for the nail file she was sure was in there. The edge of her nail had caught on her merino cardigan and she was concerned that if she didn’t deal with it now, there would be a pulled thread, and she loved this cardigan so much, it was so soft and warm, a lovely rich sienna with cobalt blues woven in for accents. Her beret was blue too, matching, and her hair was a gorgeous russet gold in contrast.

Her work had consumed her that morning. A new author was coming on board and Erato wanted to know all about her. They’d spent such a delightful time getting to know each other, finding out where Erato could help create romantic greatness with just a little encouragement. She felt good, encouraged and, in a way, inspired to do more things.

The cafe was busy, and she found her nail file as she joined the queue to order a coffee, focused on carefully filing down the sharp edge to maintain her nails as evenly as possible, and checking all the other ones for potential tears. Should she message Melpomene and check on her? The poor thing was still fucked up over that kidnapping, she needed a cute Snap every now and again to remind her that the world existed. And then maybe she’d message Asterion. The big cutie was the closest thing she had to a romantic entanglement right now, and even if she wasn’t desperately in love with him, she definitely enjoyed other parts of him. She’d sent him a nude a night or two ago and it had definitely done the trick.

And Apollo. He was being boring with his mortal lover, keeping her separate. Erato reeeally wanted to poke her nose in and he wouldn’t let her. It was such a disappointment. At least she could still go to his frat parties, but she hadn’t seen his daughter there either, or her cute friend, so that was a bit of a bust. Lyra’d gone all quiet after the wedding, not telling Erato anything good.

Erato scooped up her order and went to find a table, focused now on her phone screen and scrolling through her Insta feed. She should post a thirst trap later, give the fans what they want. It’d be great.



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