Phoebe | Phoibe | Radiance | "Gold-Crowned" (quetehagamujer) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2011-04-18 14:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | hades, phoebe |
Who: Hades and Phoebe
What: Phoebe's misplaced her ring, which reminds her of her status as one of the few faithful members of the family, and it's been so long since she last saw her husband-brother...and who better to turn to than the only nephew who hasn't tried to rape her and her husband's offspring?
When: Sunday night.
Where: A bed and breakfast on the outskirts of London.
Warnings: Incest, Greek-style.
True to her word, she'd had the young man fetch a bottle of an interesting peach wine. It sat on the table in her room, two wineglasses next to it. All she'd had in the refrigerator were strawberries and various other healthy fruits. She had a large amount of chocolate from a Godiva store sitting, still in its container, still unwrapped.
There was a pale line on her finger, like a ring had been there, but she couldn't find one on the dresser or in any of her pockets. Odd, wasn't it? Yes, very strange.
She finally moved to sit at the table, manicured nails tracing lines over the sweating bottle, humming slightly to herself. Yes, Hades, the only of her nephew-brothers she didn't hold some bitterness for, some old, decrepit grudge. And here she say for him, loose silken robe and hosed feet, thigh highs with a garter and lacy, frilly underthings...