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Tweak says, "I've got a brand new pair"

Calliope (firstofnine) wrote in nevermore_past,
@ 2020-07-31 22:07:00

Current mood:	calm
Entry tags:	calliope, kratos

WHO Calliope and Kratos
WHEN a long long time ago
WHERE Mount Olympus
WHAT a girl becomes a woman
WARNINGS old timey smut

Calliope tucked a curl of her dark hair over her ear. She waited, a little out of sight of the bower, for Kratos to come.

Her sisters were all attending to their lessons. Urania was keeping an eye on them all for her tonight. She had begged a headache of the rest, but to Urania she had told her true intentions, and her sister had nodded and trusted her reasons, because she too caught the eye of Apollo when he visited with them, to lead them in chorus, teach them how to pluck the lyre and dance with graceful feet.

She was clever, and she could listen, and she watched her great father Zeus when he talked of matching his beautiful Muses for marriage- but if Apollo claimed the girls as they became women, who would gainsay him? She trusted Apollo, but she was a little afraid of him, and his strength, his confidence. She did not know if he would be gentle with her.

So she had sent a message for Kratos to meet her in secret, in the bower behind a small temple to Hera Parthénos. Kratos could be trusted to listen. He had kept her safe all her life, he would surely keep her safe now, but she was more nervous than she’d expected to be. She found herself waiting out of sight, to give herself a chance to change her mind.

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cratus
2020-07-31 10:14 am UTC (link)

When the message had come to Kratos, the daimon of strength and power had felt uncharacteristic concern. There were few in this world that he had attachments to, but the message had come from among those few.

His siblings, the other Enforcers, Kratos was loyal to and kept company with. Nike and Bia and Zelos, they were what he knew. They were the ones who had been with Kratos since the day he was born, and when their mother Styx had pledged her allegiance to Zeus, it was together all four of them became his chosen protectors. They stood, with surety, at the side of his throne in Olympus and would break anything or anyone they were directed to.

Kratos himself had been the one to bring Prometheus to Hephaestus to bind after his crimes, on the command of Zeus. And although he had felt no anger towards the Titan himself, Kratos had been the one to keep pushing the blacksmith Olympian to tighten the binding, to do his job, to show no mercy. Zeus wanted no mercy, and Kratos was the Strength of Zeus made unyielding flesh.

He was a pillar of stone and force that would do anything commanded by his king.

And then one day this was the command: Kratos was sent to Mount Parnassus and into a gaggle of child muses, to become their protector until they were old enough to… do whatever it was that muses did when they became older.

He was a gruff and moody keeper, who stood on the outskirts and watched the nine little girls take their first lessons and practise their craft. But even as he waited firm like a soldier, he began to take more interest in each of the girls - even if he didn’t notice it himself.

It wasn’t until one of the older nymphs tried to make Erato (bright, stubborn, grumpy as she was prone to laughter Erato) finish her lunch, and Kratos turned to snap at her that Erato didn’t like green grapes!, that he realised how fond he’d become.

Rather fond, was the answer.

So he gave into that.

Slowly.

He spent more time among them and less on the edges. He was still difficult and gruff and unmovable but… sometimes he moved, just a little, just for those girls.

And so guarding turned to sedate babysitting turned to enjoying games with them turned to letting them ride on his back as he crawled around, throwing them off and roaring like a beast. Turned to chasing them through the woods and letting them win. Turned to running up behind one of them to swoop them into the air, his blazing white wings spread wide as they went up up up, as the little muse in his arms shrieked and laughed and clung so tight to him.

He promised them he would never let them fall.

He promised them all that.

And although they grew older and needed to be watched less, needed to be entertained less, Kratos still stuck around, still found his way back to Mount Parnassus even though it was no longer a command, even though it was not required by his King.

He watched them grow from toddling annoying creatures, into gangly youthful girls with limbs too long, into beautiful young women with faces to rival any on Olympus. (Not that such statements should ever be said out loud. Kratos was not smart, but even he knew that.)

And so a request from Calliope of the beautiful voice, eldest sister of his girls, could not be ignored.

The Enforcer took his leave from his siblings and flew to the temple of Hera Parthénos, spotting Calliope from the air and turning in that direction so that he could land in front of her. Kratos did not land gently, like some delicate bird. When Kratos landed the ground around him almost shook, his wings wide and more like a shield than anything else.

He locked eyes with the muse and nodded once in greeting.

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firstofnine
2020-07-31 10:21 am UTC (link)

She jumped a little as he landed, and kept the tree she was watching from at her back.

Calliope had forgotten how big the man was. It had been a little while since she had seen him last. She was tall herself of course, as all daughters of Zeus were, but this man was larger again.

Perhaps she had made a mistake. She should have chosen someone a little smaller for her request. But then, she did not trust anyone else.

"Kratos," she said, nodding back to him. Her curls were only half up today, and a long wave of hair spilled down her back and around her shoulders in what she hoped was a comely fashion. She fiddled with the end of one lock, winding it around her finger. "You came."

	cratus 2020-07-31 10:49 am UTC (link)
	"You asked it," he simply replied. Of course he'd come. She looked pretty but also- "you appear nervous." Had someone frightened Calliope? Done her wrong? He would pound their flesh into the stone of the mountain! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	firstofnine 2020-08-01 08:45 am UTC (link)
	She pushed herself up on her arms, the skirt of her peplos spread around her legs. She let her leg come free of it, bare toes against the earth. He is a fantastic specimen of a man. She lifted a hand, a little cautiously, to touch his thigh, looking up at him for permission before she touched his manhood, exploring the shape of him with her fingers. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cratus 2020-08-01 09:03 am UTC (link)
	His breath hitched when Calliope touched him, because there was nothing bad about the hands of a beautiful woman on your sword, even if she was experienced. Already her touch was making him stand further to attention. There was something utterly enticing about her innocence and her curiosity. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)