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Tweak says, "I need a girlfriend"

Antigone (thehighestlaw) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2020-08-20 23:41:00

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antigone, ares, asterion, bia

WHO: Antigone, Ares, Asterion, Bia
WHEN: Thursday night, directly following her conversation with Luna
WHERE: Outside Diogenes
WHAT: It's confrontation time
WARNINGS: TBA, we'll just update as we go. Rape mentions. And a FIGHT.

Whenever Antigone thought about confronting Ares in the past long weeks, she always imagined she'd do it with anger.

That she'd burn hot with the fire of injustice, that it would eviscerate all her fear.

It wasn't like that, though, as she followed Ares out into the night. It wasn't like that at all.

She was sad, she was resolute, and each step solidified her heart. With love, she thought. Solidified it with love. For the stranger in the bar, for the muse that'd given her a place to wash Maxwell's blood from her hands and a place to rest after. For every fellow woman that any man had ever used.

Asterion was checking in a small group of immortals when she left, she could slip out easily, through the crowded front room and into the night. The air was warm, and still, and full of voices, full of nightlife. Ares' form was unmistakable, though, so much bigger than most of the young, young things out tonight, as he cut away from them down an alley.

"You know what you're doing is wrong, Ares," Antigone called out to Ares' retreating back, her voice clear as she stepped into the alley behind him. "I know you know, and I know you don't care, but it's wrong. You're wrong."

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thehighestlaw
2020-08-22 12:45 pm UTC (link)

Ares twisting her arm back and forcing her body to bend to her knees to stop her bones breaking had been terrifying - was still terrifying - but Asterion throwing her over his shoulder was a different flavour of bad. She struggled out of instinct, struggled against this much stronger man trying to take her somewhere she didn't want to go. When he put her down she stumbled back, trying to get some space for her head as her body continued to breathe short, shallow breaths.

The fluorescent light above them seemed impossible after stolen streetlight of the alley. The low ceiling seemed impossible after the towering walls and strip of night sky far above them. Still breathing felt impossible. Hearing Asterion's voice felt impossible. Being alive felt impossible.

She sat down heavily on a chair, hand curled on her chest, with her good fingers curled around her wrist.

"Yeah, he was," she said, looking down at her hand. She didn't feel saved. She felt cheated. Mostly, though, she just felt shocked.

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