It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2011-09-12 10:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | aphrodite, eris |
To The Most Beautiful
Who: Eris & Aphrodite
What: A conversation after Eris incites a little trouble.
Where: At Mount Pelion.
When: Post wedding of Thetis.
Warnings: TBA
Things could not be going better than if she had caused each little domino to fall in precisely the way she wanted. Though often Eris had no idea what it was she wanted - such was the nature of discordianism.
She'd been forced to remain at the edges of the party, watching everyone else in their fun and revelry. Even Phobos and Deimos, her two closest companions, had been invited! And she knew it would cause no end of teasing the next time they met on a battlefield. How she had been left out in the cold, unwanted and uncared for. These Olympians and their pride! No doubt her mother would simply use the event as another reason why she shouldn't associate with these gods, even if they were something of kin. But the frustration and anger grew in her breast, and Eris could not let it go.
And so she had thought of a simple, easy trick. Her apple, her little toy, with one little word written on it - who knew it could cause such a stir? But these Olympians and their pride! Sometimes it was far too easy to cause such contention, but now she was clapping her hands and dancing on the table tops from which she had been banned. The party hall was close to empty, with only a few lingering minor deities (such as herself, though Eris would be put out to hear such a thing applied) and others remaining as though to tie up a few loose ends.
Eris set her sights on one particular goddess, radiant in her seat, still admiring her gift. The one who'd won, who'd been crowned, named, however one wanted to arrange the words to describe the event. A knife-blade grin slit across Eris' features as she drew closer to the one with her little toy in hand, the word scrawled across it (written across it with a knife no more than a few moments prior). A foot reached out and awkwardly kicked a still full mug off the other side of the table, away from where Aphrodite was seated - whether it was to draw the goddess' attention or not was unsure.
"Another name to add to your titles - how like you your gift, kallisti?"