The Fates | Μοιραι (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} relentless_fate) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs,@ 2012-07-24 00:51:00 |
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What: A chance meeting (they might have to be civil to each other, WUT)
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Cafe
Things were more closely resembling normal now that Clotho was back with them, and Atropos was extremely grateful for it. She was more than willing to blame her outbursts of the previous few weeks on the fact that having only two-thirds of Fate around made her feel off balance, but if she was being honest, she knew that was only partly true. But that was in the past now, and she was determined to let it lie.
Leaving the shop hadn't been her idea, but Lachesis had all but thrown her out. "You need to go out into the sun," she'd said firmly, embracing her Mother aspect. "Clotho isn't going anywhere, and I will be nearby should anyone come in. I can handle the shop for an afternoon. Go outside." She'd followed that up with such a stern look Atropos couldn't help but obey. And people said she was the scary one. They'd obviously never seen Lachesis in 'pissed off Mother' mode.
So out she went, figuring she'd have a cup of coffee and maybe a sandwich, spend a few hours out and then go back to the shop. And to be honest, it was rather nice. There weren't any immortals around that she could sense, which was nice, because she was honestly just not in the mood to deal with other gods right now. Lachesis was right, she'd really needed to get out.
neptune_storm
2011-09-21 11:23 pm (local) (link) Select
Poseidon was on his lunch break when he stopped into the cafe, striding in with his best suit. He'd spent a half hour by the harbor playing with the rise and fall of the waves against the railing.
Hands in his pockets he approached the counter to order his lunch when he caught a whiff of an old immortal blood hit his nose. He followed toward it slinking into the seat in front of the crone. He gave her a sinister smile with his spoon in his mouth after he stired his coffee.
"Enjoying the air?" he said sarcastically.
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relentless_fate
2011-09-21 11:34 pm (local) (link) Select
Atropos let out a huge sigh and rolled her eyes at him. Her relationship with Poseidon, if indeed it could be called that, had always been stormy, and apparently today wasn't going to be any different.
"I was," she said archly. "But now it smells of salt and seaweed. I'm just trying to enjoy my afternoon, Poseidon, apparently I need to get out more. Don't you have a business to run, or something?" If this was somewhere else, with less people around, she would have shouted or cursed at him. But they were in public, surrounded by mortals, and she didn't have that luxury, dammit.
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neptune_storm
2011-09-22 11:38 am (local) (link) Select
Poseidon took a heavy swallow of his black coffee, hands clasping on the table as he hovered over it, feet on the ground. "Awww, is the crone not happy to see me?" he feigned hurt, "that stings, really." Though he was as arrogant as usual there was an edge of playfulness to his words. He wasn't playing nice for the sake of the mortals, but there was a level of calm that Amphitrite had infused in him since his return. She may have jumped ship this time, but the old boy was actually being a husband and letting her go. She wasn't leaving him for good this time, theyred have been angrier words. For the first time in centuries Poseidon was giving in more to Amphitrite's wishes. He was playing King again and not just a jealous man.
There was a level that would never change, there was a side of him that was beyond repair. Too many false hopes, dashed dreams and rejections. Yet, with Amphitrite at his side they were starting to feel more like a team again instead of against one another. Now Raiden had made an appearance who seemed to inhabit all his better traits.
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relentless_fate
2011-09-22 04:59 pm (local) (link) Select
"Rarely am I ever happy to see you," Atropos said wearily. "But I'm too tired to fight with anyone right now, so as long as you cut out this 'crone' nonsense, I don't see why we couldn't have a civil conversation." She sipped at her coffee, hot and sweet, black with three sugars. It was a nice break from the endless cups of tea Lachesis made when she needed something to do with her hands.
She settled back in her chair, eyeing him speculatively. There wasn't much malice in his teasing, or sting in her comebacks. It was like they were both doing this because they expected it of the other. But if he was willing to play nice, so was she. There was a feeling of...well, calm about him, something that was so rarely there. She decided to take advantage of it while she could.
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neptune_storm
2011-09-22 07:56 pm (local) (link) Select
"The feeling is mutual. Though, must say, the sun has lightened some of those bags under your eyes. You look a little like death there sometimes." He sat back draining down some more coffee, hands in his lap folded together.
"You're eying me like you either want to rip my throat out or jump my bones, which is it?" He snorted.
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relentless_fate
2011-09-24 04:15 pm (local) (link) Select
Atropos rolled her eyes. "Thank you ever so much," she said dryly. "I'm not death, I just send the respective Deaths out to do their jobs. As for the bags, blame them on the stress of being Fate, and worrying about my sister, and the whole pantheon deciding to be collectively stupid."
She couldn't help it, she laughed. "The first option isn't practical out in the open, and rest assured, it will never be the second." She took a bite of sandwich, chewing and swallowing before speaking again. "I'm just feeling right now that fighting is pointless and I'm not going to let little things get under my skin anymore." She shrugged.
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neptune_storm
2011-09-24 04:22 pm (local) (link) Select
"You stress more than is needed. I think the world is a little better with our king as a pigeon ornament. I feel like dragging him out to the museum for their front stoop." Poseidon laughed finishing up his coffee and snapping his fingers at a table waiter for another.
"I'm not a fan of wrinkles, I'm sure there's more than dried up skin crawling up there." He smirked with a snort. He hadn't long been in his own body again without wrinkles. The heaviness he'd felt then, the dryness, the weary eyesight---he didn't want to do that again.
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relentless_fate
2011-09-24 04:43 pm (local) (link) Select
She rolled her eyes again. "Try tending that temperamental contraption for a week, then tell me I stress too much. I don't give a fuck about Zeus being a statue, because gods know it was only a matter of time before something like that happened." The waiter appeared and she ordered another coffee as well.
She did her best not to grin too widely. She remembered Nyx had sent Geras after Poseidon, and it had made her whole week, but the effects couldn't last forever. Still, hopefully he'd think twice about insulting her again, and she wasn't going to bring it up.
"They're not my favorite either, but it sort of comes with the territory of being the oldest and the Destroyer. I'm pretty sure we've had this conversation before. Can't have the Maiden and Mother without the Crone." She polished off the last bite remaining in the half of her sandwich she'd been picking at. "At least yours have all gone, I see." Hey, no one had ever accused her of being totally mature.
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neptune_storm
2011-09-24 06:22 pm (local) (link) Select
"Oh, I'm sure you have all the fun in the world." Like watching him drain down to Hades like the water in a toilet bowl after Zeus had done his dirty work. His finger rubbed against his upper lip amused highly that his brother was immobile at the moment. "Zeus is everything he wanted to be. A strong and powerful figure out on someone's lawn." He laughed turning his gaze to the waiter, or waitress as she brought his coffee out along with Atropos'. She did a little curtsy before walking off without Poseidon staring through her clothes.
He ran a hand against his cheek and beside his eyes where thick crows feet had embedded in their weeks before. "Gray and white really wasn't my color," he laughed taking a swallow of his new cup. "I'm much more dashing this way, don't you think?"
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relentless_fate
2011-09-26 06:48 pm (local) (link) Select
"A total fucking delight," she muttered, but there was no sting to it. You really couldn't understand what it was like to do her job, unless you were her sisters. Everyone else just assumed, and since no one else was likely to step in and take up the mantle, they let them.
She snorted into her coffee. "Maybe this will teach him something about not pissing off the wrong people. Then again, he isn't the quickest learner with things, so I guess we'll see."
"If you say so," she said, her face perfectly innocent and blank. "Though I think your wife would be the better judge of how dashing you are, don't you think?"
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neptune_storm
2011-09-26 07:39 pm (local) (link) Select
He snorted amusingly at her comment. It was always funny when old broads through out curse words. "Been holding that one in?" he taunted swinging a pinky finger around in his cup as the coffee got cold. He used that opportunity to call over the waitress again and insist she bring another just for the pleasure of pissing her off.
"Oh you know, us children of Cronus, we hardly know when to give up," he crossed his arms onto the table. Hades was the only one that hermited away from the drama. Poseidon found it kind of entertaining. Surely he'd learned some things while being cast down into a dark oblivion under the hands of his brother and his torture devices, but his sense of dark, sometimes perverse humor would be what kept the rest of the world from knowing how much it fucked him up inside.
His lips thinned into a twisted grin, "I'd say she's pleased with what she's got."
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relentless_fate
2011-09-26 08:01 pm (local) (link) Select
"Perhaps," she admitted finally. "Sometimes I swear that damn Loom is sentient, and it acts like a bratty teenager just because it can. Not that it isn't amusing sometimes, but right now it's just annoying." She shrugged, sighing. "No one knows what it's like to do our jobs, it's not exactly a cakewalk." She ordered another one as well, even though her own was only a little more than half-finished. She did love her caffeine.
"Neither do the children of Nyx, so we have that in common," she said, idly playing with her spoon. "Tenacious almost to a fault, we are. But that's usually worked out in out favor." She wasn't buying his glib act for a minute, but she wasn't exactly in the mood to ask him how his spell in Hades had affected him, so she didn't comment. At least, she chose not to comment right then.
"Then may bliss follow you everywhere," she said, waving her hand in a vaguely blessing-like fashion. Taking about Poseidon's marriage would most likely end with someone being very nasty, and she just didn't want to deal with that right now.
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neptune_storm
2011-09-26 08:19 pm (local) (link) Select
"So take a vacation," he threaded his fingers together and placed his hands behind his head when the waitress returned. He still had not looked her over in a demeaning way. Usually snapping girls down to tears was a favorite past time, but today was different. He brushed the waitress off with the wave of his hand. He may never be a completely settled man, but his wife held a power over him. She'd gotten the upper hand since he'd returned. Even private time with her hadn't been roughed up in the way Poseidon liked it. Sadly, he needed her to be gentle with him which pissed him off. At least however they'd gotten somewhere in this mess, that was until the Japanese twig showed up.
"Ha," he snorted with a hearty laugh. It turned a few heads, a few wary expressions when it turned a little more sinister. "All you old bags are a riot." His finger looped around the mug, this time the black coffee tingling his taste buds with a much hotter liquid.
"Should I be offended?" he teased with another laugh.