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Tweak says, "Your Momma!"

Antigone Grace Winchester - Princess of Troy (antigone_grace) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-01-03 21:27:00

Entry tags:

anteros, antigone grace, psyche

Who: Antigone, Anteros, Psyche
What: A talk
Where: The Winchester Mansion
Warnings: Three Gods walk into a room...

Anne had brought the classic bassinet into the small sitting room off the foyer and handwaved a few sandwiches and a soda or three. Chocolate for Psyche and the best scotch for Anteros, Anne had made sure that there was a tray of fruit for her.

Sam had gone to do manly things and she was enjoying the time to bond with her son. It was good to be back, good to be able to dress with a thought and even better to be able to wear things that flattered her perfect figure.

When the doorbell rang, she called, "Come in," hoping that her friends would know they could just appear in the room with her. Something had been off with Anteros and Psyche's insistence that she come right away had been a bit different as well. To be truthful, Anne was just glad that she was back with people who loved her.

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midniteillusion
2009-01-04 11:53 am UTC (link)

"I don't like babies. I don't have to like babies," Anteros said, tone somewhat defensive. He hadn't changed his stance on liking or not liking babies. He didn't have to like babies to make a baby. He wasn't the one pregnant, or birthing the child. He'd said he'd support Psyche through it all and he intended to. He didn't have to like babies to do that.

"How does any of this make me a liar? I was drunk, and I thought having a baby in your name was a reasonable testament to you. I may have been wrong, but I was drunk, and I don't regret it. I thought you could at least be happy for your best friend finally having the child she always wanted, but apparently I was wrong about that, too." He shook his head. He was not going to apologise for making a baby with Psyche.

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antigone_grace
2009-01-04 01:34 pm UTC (link)

When Anteros spoke, Anne continued looking at Psyche for the longest moment before finally fixing a look on the god. And when she did, she sighed, shaking her head.

"You'll have to forgive me for not being oh-so-thrilled for my best friend having that child she so desperately wanted with the one person I swore to love for eternity. The one who promised to love me for that long." The smile on her face was sad. "You were wrong, Ant. You were wrong to think that coming here and telling me would make it easier or better or would somehow absolve you of what you've done. If you're looking for a blessing to continue-" Her smile was sad. "You were never MY Anteros, were you?"

Looking back at Psyche, Anne put a hand to her own heart. "I was prepared to accept any child you had with Daddy. I expected it, looked forward to it. This is such a betrayal, I can't even-" She shook her head. "Congratulations on finally getting what you wanted, Psyche, at the expense of our friendship. For what it's worth, you'll make a wonderful mother."

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sleepswithlove
2009-01-04 03:03 pm UTC (link)

The pain shot through her, slicing like a knife. She'd known this was how she would be. Anne never had been reasonable where Anteros was concerned, or really where any of her loves were concerned. Still she'd hoped maybe, just maybe things would be different.

"I will never stop loving your father. If he was here? I'd love him even more. I wouldn't be pregnant right now, but really? If he were here? I'd NEVER be pregnant. Hermes never wanted a child with me. Ever. I'd resigned myself to that. It never would have happened."

She paused and took a deep breath.

"I don't know about Anteros, but I didn't come seeking your forgiveness. I don't need your blessing for something that was done while you weren't even alive. I don't need your fake congratulations, your false smiles or your cutting remarks. I simply came here to tell you what had happened. It is up to you what you want to do with that information. If you wish to let something that happened in a drunken rush ruin our friendship, so be it. That's on you. Not on me. I won't beg for your forgiveness, I won't even ask for it. So if that's what you're looking for, you won't get it. I'm sorry you're hurt, but I can't change that."

And she was done. She looked at Anteros, tears glittered but didn't fall. Those were for later.

"I won't leave without you, but as soon as you're ready. I'd like to go home."

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midniteillusion
2009-01-04 03:09 pm UTC (link)

Anteros pulled his focus off Anne, to Psyche. "I'm ready now. I've no need to stay here and take a beating for something so ridiculous." He shook his head. Turning once more to Anne, he sighed. "I'm sorry you feel that way. I'd hoped Psyche was wrong, when she told me you'd react this way. You say you love me for all eternity, yet you can marry another, have a child, even die for it. And I'm supposed to what? Sit on my thumbs waiting for you to decide you want me back? I can only assume you had my former self pistol whipped, and I've no intention of falling into that trap again. Good bye, Anne."

He walked to Psyche while he spoke, and when he said good bye, he slid an arm around here. "Let's go, it's quite clear we are not wanted here." He took her hand in his and started for the door. He was still adjusting to that whole God thing, where he could simply will himself to another location.

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antigone_grace
2009-01-04 06:58 pm UTC (link)

"Considering I was always third on your list of women, Anteros, that's fairly rich," was all she said to him. "It's obvious that you remember nothing of your former self and you were never who I thought you were. Your 'former' self was far greater than the half-wit you have become."

Turning to Psyche, she couldn't help but smile again. "You don't care that I'm hurt, or this never would have happened. 'In my memory'? 'In a drunken rush'? Spare me. Forgiveness or blessing or whatever, Psyche. You have what you've always wanted: a baby. Take it and go. Get out of my house. Ant is right, you are not wanted here. Goodbye."

So saying, she turned and lifted her infant son from the bassinet and disappeared. They knew where the door was.

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