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Lia Valencia | Aphrodite (philommeides) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-09-10 13:54:00

Entry tags:

aphrodite, phobos

Dream/History: Post-Battle Visit
Who: Aphrodite and Phobos
What: Phobos comes to visit mummy after battle
Where: Aphrodite's divine crib on Kypros - or Dreamland! :D
When: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the day - like, thousands of years. Or maybe last night! :D
Warnings: Might give you cavities. We're not sure yet!

Aphrodite did not always keep track of what battle was being fought and why.

How could she? Enyalios and her children were always at battle somewhere -- or close enough to always to make keeping track of where and why far to tiresome for Aphrodite to bother with. Enyalios always came home, generally in excellent spirits whether he'd won or lost, and her more bellicose boys always performed magnificently. Or so she assumed. It was rare for her to be found in battle (though not entirely unheard of, she might be quick to point out were she so inclined), and so she trusted that the times she had seen her sweet boys in battle were good examples of how tremendously they worked both together and apart. Enyalios often came to her directly after a battle, though today he was occupied by his father, who'd wanted to speak to him about some political something or other -- who knew?

It all seemed very tedious to Aphrodite.

But as she lounged in the sun on her veranda overlooking the sea in her favorite home on Kypros, she felt one of her little loves at her threshold -- nevermind that she could no longer claim to be larger than a single one of her children. They would always be her babies -- babies who didn't need nappy changes or feedings or much of anything, which only made them that much more perfect in her mind.

"Come in, sweetheart," she called from the veranda, draped comfortably over what would someday be called a chaise longue, but for now was simply a perfect gift Hephaestus had crafted for her before he'd become so cross. Her voice carried through the space despite her not having raised it. She smiled and closed her eyes as she leaned back in the chair.

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inclinedfear
2011-09-11 02:02 am UTC (link)

It had been a good and bloody battle that had lasted through the night and over the course of two days. Phobos had bathed in the blood of the frightened and taken away the fear of those he supported. He had taken the reigns of his father's chariot and danced with Eris over the broken bodies of soldiers. It had been perfectly enjoyable and in the end he felt a rare need to present his mother with a gift.

Slipping into his mother's home, Phobos left a trail of bloody footprints across the flooring as he followed the calming sound of his mothers voice to her veranda. He stepped through, blood covering his body and the only thing that was clean seemed to be his fire-filled eyes and gleaming fanged teeth, and smiled at her. Unfortunately, the smiles of Phobos always appeared more sinister than friendly, but his mother knew better.

"Hello, mother, I brought you a gift," he announced as he tossed forward the severed head of one of the soldiers. "I thought his hair was rather nice and you would appreciate it." The head rolled, leaving a trail of the last bits of blood that leaked from the neck. The hair had been dark and thick, the eyelashes around the dead empty eyes made the mortal look as if he had painted the outline of his eyes. Phobos took a step back and grinned.

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philommeides
2011-09-17 12:46 am UTC (link)

Aphrodite pursed her lips and cast a sidelong glance at her son, shaking her head. It was difficult for any of Kypria's lovely little brood to earn her ire, but there were times when Phobos' sense of humor leaned too much toward that of his father. There were times -- such as when her beloved twins trod all over her temple with their muddy, bloody boots -- when she thought she should have had them spend more time with their grandmother, who she was certain would have whipped them into shape.

Then again, Hera'd had no luck whipping her Enyalios into shape, so it might have been a lost cause. With a wave of her hand, the blood disappeared from behind Phobos, and from his boots. Languidly, she rose from her seat, tsking at him.

"You know the rules, poppet. No dead things in mummy's house." She stepped over the head delicately, her perfect, bare feet avoiding any blood that might still be seeping out, to greet her boy with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug. He'd long since outstripped her in height, and she hardly appeared old enough to be his elder sister, much less his mother, but these were details, simply things taken for granted. He would always be her sweet boy, no matter how fearsome he might appear to others.

"I trust everything went well? Did you have a nice time with your father and brother?" She gave him a sly little smile as she pulled away. "And what about your Eris?"