lordofbunnies (lordofbunnies) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-11-27 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | pan, polyhymnia, puck tucker, shiri eneas |
Who: Pan and Poly
What: Muse #3
Where: Some park
When: Yesterday, afternoon
Warnings: Slight groping but nothing too terrible. Poor Pan.
Her electric harp was awesome. It would be more awesome if it was evening and the LCD lights inside its clear frame were on, but Shiri could not control the rising and setting of the sun. If she could things would be a lot different in the world… Or maybe they wouldn’t be. She would probably just give the power to Apollo and continue on her merry way.
But such thoughts were not in her mind now. Instead, her mind was solely focused on the music as she plucked the strings and it came out from the amplifier. Sitting on the grass of the park beneath a tree, her amber colored dress was billowed out around her and her matching lace headscarf draped around her face as the harp was tucked against her shoulder and the battery run amp was pressed against her back so the music would vibrate through her whole being.
The music sounded like she had been born with this particular harp in her hands and a small crowd had begun to gather around her to be further enchanted by music that sounded like the heavenly angels had really taken a shine to the modern scenes.
Not that she knew. Her eyes were shut and she was much too lost in the sound, mediating between the notes and releasing any thoughts at the sound. The world did not exist to her anymore. Only the music and the silence in between.
Music, eh? Music to Pan was like... like...
Well... like music to his ears!
Following the small crowd, he stood in the audience, eyes closed to admire the lovely sounds. He was a nature god, first and foremost, but he was also a god of folk music. And oh, how he loved music.
The musician had no idea of the crowd. It was only her and the pulse of the music as it pulsed through her body. A gentle breeze blew against her and moved the loose ends of her lace scarf over her face, obscuring the serene expression as she lost herself in the notes and the rests...
But the crowd around her were also caught up in the music. Unbeknowest to the musician... perhaps it was her own personal fervor, or maybe it was a bit of magic... but a few in the crowd got caught up in the moment. Those few took up a song, but their singing broke the spell over the crowd and they began to disperse.
Not that is mattered to the musician. She simply continued on, changing chords.
Song? Eh, not Pan's gig, unless he was drunk and singing something that would make kids giggle and old ladies faint. But there was one thing he could do. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his old friend, Syrinx, and put lips to flute as he began to play as bewitchingly as the albino herself.
It was not the fact that a few in the crowd around her had begun to sing, trying to pick out lyrics for a song that had never existed before and hence had none; it was not even the fact that someone else with bewitchingly skill had joined her on a flute, but the fact that her own playing had shifted to make the accompaniment even more pleasing. Someone was here with her. Someone who knew what he was doing. She opened her eyes slowly, glancing at the crowd briefly and for once was pleased when they stopped their singing, before staring fully at the other musician. Her playing only lightened but never stopped, merely an act of greeting.
He grinned and, catching her eye, winked. Muhar.
Grinning and winking? He was either hitting on her, or challenging her much like two cars pulling up side by side and one driver tipping their hat before initializing a drag race. Shiri supposed it could be both but one thing at a time. Her eyes did not leave him as she played almost exactly what he had been playing on his flute on her electric harp, only faster.
Or maybe both! He kept up the flirty smirk as he stepped closer and closer to her, keeping up right in tune. Oh, silly woman. Thinking she could outbest him...
The crowd parted for him and then surrounded them both. They knew what this was. It was obvious. It was an old fashion jam off! With odd instrument choices for both challengers.
Shiri kept her eyes on the strange little man, a smirk forming along her own face. It was welcoming but not nearly as flirty. There was a sense of playful wickedness to it. Oh, silly little man. Thinking he could outbest her. She played even faster, yet the melody was never lost in the increased tempo.
Well, if she wanted to up the beat...
A couple people laughed and squealed with delight as he began to jig right in place, not skipping a beat in time as he dance in bounce and circle in place.
Hmm, dancing now? This was escalating quickly. Shiri carefully rose to her feet, never ceasing to play, as her whole body began to tingle in excitement. The people were ignored... forgotten. Did they even ever exist? She did not know. The paler musician was lost in the moment and the music and the challenge. By her own admission, she could not properly dance. The myths described her graceful movements as singing with her body.... However, jigging was not a proper dance either and if a muse could do anything, it was dance in a circle.
Balancing her electric lap harp against hip bone, she danced back to match him, before giggling lightly, “I bet I can do something you cannot, Stranger.”
"And what is that," he cooed, not bothering to hide a bit his attraction. He always had a weakness for artsy babes.
Consciously, she had to lower her eyes to keep eye contact. It only made her giggle more. It was so rare when she found a man so much smaller than her. He was perfectly miniature! Oh well, time for a completely unfair challenge. Unfair, but classic... Part of her wondered if he would keep flirting after this. She smiled as she turned her harp upside down. “I bet I can play with my instrument upside down and sing at the same time.”
He blinked and laughed. "Really? 'cause THAT would be a sight to see, lassie!" Especially with that skirt. Yowza.
She had forgotten the world was filled with perverts. With a single step, she closed the gap between them, still playing her upside down harp and nudged his shoulder. “You know that is not what I meant. But silly me, trying to not have to use two sentences for a harp and your pipes.” But then in whisper, with a flirty wickedness that only one of Apollo's muses could really muster, “But I could do that, too.”
He shuddered, despite his pout at her having foiled the skirt up-ending. "Oh, really?"
She eased closer so her lips were just at his ear, “Different instrument yet again but... then again, better sound, too.” Shiri would always admit to being a terrible tease. She eased away from him and settled back to the grass to lean once more against her amp. This was getting crude and silly very quickly. No matter how much she was wondering how much effort it would take to actually hang upside and do this... Probably not too much if she could get something to put her knees over. Oh well.
Oh, but teases were Pan's favorite prey. He grinned from ear to ear before settling next to her. Well, if she was going to play upside down... The god quickly flipped himself up onto his head with one hand playing the pipe and the other keeping him balanced.
Shiri placed her harp down at her side as she giggled at his antics. Her playing only ceased because she had already declared herself the winner. In the musical contest she had issued, he would not be able to sing, too, and in the sexual one he had imagined in his perverted brain, they would both be arrested in public for the attempt. Almost modestly, if one could ignore previous conversation, she fixed her lace headscarf over her pale hair when it had shifted in her movement, “What circus did you run away from, Stranger?”
"No circus, good gal," he said with another cheeky wink. Winners didn't matter so much, at least to him. Well, the last time, pride had been involved... but this time, it was just silliness. "Just the way I was born. Though I guess I could blame my Dad, he's tons worse than me. Or so they say."
“Hmm, then you may want to consider joining one. It is good work in this period of crisis.” Winning only mattered for artistic challenges to her. Her muse pride demanded victory, but now she was calm and such things were far from her. Just a moment of quiet calm while talking to a tiny man standing on one hand. “People always need to be cheered up.”
"Ah, maybe so, but maybe I only feel like cheering up one person," he replied with a grin. Like, say, pretty girls with harps
“But who? Cannot be me. I seem pretty cheered up,” she murmured as she nudged her shoulder against his again, wondering if it would knock him off balance at all.
"You could always be happier," said Pan, but only after he'd managed not to fall down.
Shiri couldn't help but giggle in delight, “You are very good at that.” She even clapped.
Pan chuckled before deciding to return to normal sitting position. "You're a lovely musician. If I may say so, miss."
Just because she knew it was truth did not mean she didn't blush. Her blush colored her cheeks dramatically as she half hid her face in one of the hanging lengths of her scarf. “You may. Thank you. You were quite skilled, too...”
He fluttered his eyelashes as if he had any semblance of humility. "You flatter me. I'd say all the talent lies in my good lady, the syrinx."
The syrinx? Warning bells began sounding in her mind and she became much more doe-eyed, which did little to make her less attractive, but only more vulnerable. Who actually knew what those pipes were called? Breathe. Breathe. No need to run and hide even if it is family. Everything was okay... Just play it cool. Shiri offered her hand, “I do not even know your name.”
"Puck, sweetie." He paused to give the back of her hand a kiss, then added, "Puck Tucker. Londoner by birth, rogue by heart. You?"
Shiri blushed at the gesture as her mind raced for information. Puck Tucker? She knew that name! That name was on that list Zeus had given Adam so long ago.... What was the name next to it? Oh... That made much more sense, but that wasn't the only place she knew that name. It made the fear that lingered in her heart about more and more family ease back as she pushed his shoulder, friendly but accusingly, “You slept with my sister.”
Puck blinked but only out of surprise. Not every day he heard that. "Well, that would imply she's a girl, I guess... I've slept with lots of gals. Name?"
Shiri looked in all directions before leaning over and whispering to him, “Valentine.”
Valentine. Valentine. Valentine. You could damn well hear the wheels turning in Pan's head before he realized, "Oh, yeah! Gosh, she was fun. How's she doing?"
“Her life is one terrible romance novel after another...” Which suddenly made sense to all of Erato's traumas to Shiri. Oh well. She wondered more when the little man's brain would put together how a blonde Caucasian bombshell was a sister to the attractive Hazara albino.
"Really? That sucks. She was a great--" Whoa, said common sense. Say that to guys, not to sisters. "Great girl."
Shiri let out a combination of a laugh and a sigh. Pan really hadn't changed much. She knew she should be more upset with him about taking advantage of Erato but... it was almost like getting angry at the wind for blowing around the leaves. It did little good. “Yes, she is.” Now she smiled at him again, “You still do not have my name, do you?”
"Nope!"
Her teasing smirk quickly returned to her, “Maybe I should leave it a mystery then.”
"Oh, but that's cruel," he pouted. And it was a damned impressive pout.
Time to pack up her harp. Shiri put it in its compact backpack, always careful with it, and then turned around to turn off the amp and swing around the front cover to make it look like a box with handle again. All while humming a little tune, “Well, you should be able to figure it out...”
"Well, how would I do that? Google for all the cute albino gals in Miami? Stalk you? See if you have your initials on your undies?" He wriggled his eyebrows. "I wouldn't mind doing that last bit, nope nope."
There were more cute albino gals in Miami? Shiri needed to make a club. Right now... well, maybe tomorrow. She was rapidly coming up with more interesting and entertaining plans. As she stood, she bent just enough to whisper to him, her natural musical cadence accenting her Greek, “[I am sure you would love to.]”
His eyes bulged just like a real goat's. "[Oh my,]" he murmured. "[A muse, eh.]" Hm, but which one. Couldn't be Mel, he'd gotten to her, too... He had to pause and consider again. Egads, this could go on for hours, with eight more to consider.
“[The youngest.]” She whispered again and then stood up straight and tall, only to smooth out her amber dress and dust away any stray grass.
That was... hrm... Erato? No... Oh!
"Poly!" he cried, pouncing on her into a tight hug. Back to the grass with you.
Eep! She fell back to the grass in a controlled heap. Oh dear, now she had a satyr-god on her. Those were even more resistant to remove than grass stains. But she was giggling again in delight, all her inner nervousness repressed or simply gone as she squeezed him in her own hug. “Hi.”
That's for sure. He snuggled against her, a great way to feel that bouncy chest against his own. "Hi."
It was something Shiri honestly didn't mind. She liked to be snuggled, and she nuzzled the side of his face with her nose and cheek in return. “I knew you would figure it out eventually.”
"Nice to see you too. I remember you being a little more tan than this, though..."
“And I remember you a little more furry with things on your head.” Shiri grinned as she smoothed a hand against his neck and then through his hair.
"Touche." He purred and gave her a kiss on the neck. "Should've guessed from the harp, though. S'good to see you, [aunt]! How're you."
Shiri craned her neck to give him more room as her nerves calmed a second time that he left her albinoism at that. She knew practicing different excuses in the mirror would help. Firmly, she slipped her hand back to his neck, right at the base of the shoulders, and rubbed his skin affectionately like she would a real goat, “Probably going to be late to dinner, but how could I resist at least a little time with you? Even if you are a terrible, terrible, terrible influence on me.”
Pan purred, winking. Even if he had less fur and horns than the old days, his eyes were exactly the same, the perfect balance of cheerful light and dangerous shadows. "You say that like it's a bad thing..." he said, trailing a finger along the edge of her shirt, just along her ribs.
It was when she was the one cooking the dinner... Her eyes lowered to watch what he was doing. Having gazed into his, she was reminded of his nature and knew she was going to have to make a choice very quickly most likely. “It could be. I know your antics.”
He pouted. "You say that so accusingly~" Not that the hand stopped, mind you. He could feel his knuckles brushing against a breast, and decided to pause there. "What did I ever do to deserve that tone?"
Instinct made her eyes close when she felt his knuckles brush against her like that, “Take advantage of my sister when she was emotional distraught?” Be Pan? Did she really need to come with answers for this?
... Why did everyone bring that up. "She just seemed a little sad!" he groaned with a grumble for effect. Well, if she was going to play dirty. He brushed his hand against her again, feeling the effect it had on her. "She definitely cheered up when we were doing it, anyway, sheesh."
She let out a short breath this time, “You act like that tone hurts your feelings”
"Maybe it does," he pouted. "You all make it sound like I held her down and ripped her clothes off. I don't care much for that." Well, Echo was one, but she royally had it coming... running off with that vehemently self-obsessed jerk. But the sound of her breath made him a bit happier, and his smirk returned. Gently, he stroked the bottom of her breast with the tips of his fingers. "Unless you're saying I have no feelings?"
Aww, had she hurt his feelings? That went against her very nature. You can't bring praise and hurt a god's feelings... In apology she arched her back just slightly to brush against his fingers more, “I never knew you were so sensitive.”
Grin~
"Well," he said, continuing to explore along her soft flesh before he finally dared to move up, his thumb brushing her nipple, "Most people do think that. Just 'cause I live in the woods and all doesn't make me mindless, you know. I have needs, too."
“Not mindless. Just tough-skinned,” she murmured softly before reason returned to her. They were in a park! And... Grrr, she could easily growl at her damn heart. But she was pretty sure it was mostly that they were in a park and wasn't there a crowd before? Oh my. “You are going to make me feel bad... I should really be getting back.”
HIs laugh was just a little bit like a cackle. "You shouldn't always do what you're supposed to," he cooed. Taking the little piece of sensitive skin in his fingertips, he gave it a squeeze, delighting in feeling it harden at the barest of touch.
Shiri could feel her body betraying her beneath her dress, but her mind still had some control. She moved her hands and nudged him, not with force, just enough to imply that he should get up now. “Park... People...”
Ah, right. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before standing and offered her a hand. See! He could pretend to be a gentleman.
She smiled like a schoolgirl at that and took his hand to bring herself back to her feet and again be amused at being taller than him. “Thank you...” Her blush had left her, but her skin was now just a touch flushed at how he had been touching her. Taking a breath, she leaned down to kiss his cheek.
"There's bushes," he pointed out, but now that she was up, he doubted he'd succeed.
“We made enough of a scene for one day. At least for me.” Smoothing out his hair in some vain attempt to tame it, she continued to smile, “I am glad I saw you though.”
She miserably failed. In the hair part, that is. "Me, too. Here." He pulled out a receipt from some place and wrote down his phone number, handing it to her. "Take it."
Looking over the number, she quickly committed to memory and then pocketed it, only to ruffle his hair and see if she could utterly mess it up instead. “For a second I thought you had had business cards printed up.”
Snort. "Yeah, right." He picked up his syrinx and tucked her into his pocket. "Give me a ring any time you don't have to be around for dinner, eh?" said the goat god with a grin.
Aww, she couldn't even tell if she had messed up his hair or not. It looked exactly the same. Shiri grinned back, speaking with complete affection, “You ever going to stop being a naughty imp?”
"Never, ever ever ever," said Pan. The look on his face was quite serious and yet somehow playful. Somehow, all the Muses, they'd be his!
It was best he kept that plan to himself. Shiri might resist him more with that kind of talk. “Good. I like you as a naughty imp. I would just be confused if you were like a... um, a mild mannered librarian.”
He pondered at the image, and snickered and shivered at the same time. Hee hee, ew.
Again, she leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, but then chose to kiss him on the lips properly before shouldering her harp and picking up her amp, “Goodbye, Puck.” She had to race back to the college and make dinner. Then eat dinner. Then see if she could hang upside down from Adam's chin up bar. In that order.
Summary: Pan has a knack for running into Muses and ending up on top of them. Who knew?