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[May. 12th, 2009|05:56 pm]
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[Current Mood |discontent]

Who: Psyche, Anteros, Aphrodite, Melpomene and Adriel
What: Mother and Son talking, Best Friend to Best Friend talking and babysitting
Where: The Fortress of Solitude, North Korea
When: Last night
Warnings: Shouldn't be.

Psyche turned off her computer and pinched the bridge of her nose. Melpomene was very upset, not nearly as much as Dite, but still distressed. Part of being The Soul, was knowing when her souls were happy, sad, and hurting, and right now, Aphrodite and Melpomene were extremely loud in her head. Top that off with all this screaming? And yeah, she had a headache. She wanted to curl up next to Anteros and sleep until this all went away, but she'd promised Mel she'd be there with her.

Standing, she smoothed her dress down over her belly, taking comfort from her child before she left the bedroom to find Anteros.
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[May. 6th, 2009|05:05 pm]
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[Current Mood |awake]

Who: Psyche and Anteros
What: Baby talk and probably, sex
Where: Their bedroom
When: Last night
Warnings: Oh, probably.

Witty text and/or song lyric here. )
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|10:21 pm]
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Who: Anteros and Psyche
What: Dinner
When: Tonight
Warnings: None yet.

Anteros took his time getting dressed, making sure everything was perfect. He felt something like a school boy, or what he imagined a school boy must feel like, as he got ready for an evening out with psyche. He didn't consider it a date, exactly. They were beyond dating. It was odd, with a few random memories filling some of the gaps in his mind, reminding him that he and Psyche never really clicked, before. His amnesia, whatever the cause, had effectively given him a second chance, and he had started to hope he never regained his full memory. He felt he was doing just fine, the way things were, now. He remembered enough, but not too much. He was content.

"Psyche?" He called to her, rather than simply appearing in her room. He wanted to give her the chance to make an entrance.
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[Feb. 7th, 2009|07:57 pm]
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Who: Anteros and Psyche
What: Hanging out
Where/When: Their place/Tonight
Warnings: TBD

Anteros stopped at three stores before he found the perfect cheese. He was getting impatient and aggravated, but then it was there, and he knew it. Stashing a huge wheel of it under his arm, he made his way to Psyche's home. He still thought of it as her home, though he lived there too. He still felt a little outside of himself, his memories irratic and unreliable.

He let himself land inside and called for her, though he went toward the bedroom, expecting to find her there. He dropped his jacket off on the back of the sofa, though he knew she would probably bitch at him, if she ssaw it there. he'd deal witht hat later. For now he had cheese to deliver.
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[Jan. 4th, 2009|10:12 pm]
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Who: Anteros and Psyche
What/Where/When: Returning home after seeing Anne
Warnings: Will update.

Anteros had a sense of melancholy, not only radiating off Psyche, as the two headed home. He had hoped things would be different, he had thought Anne would be more...open. Not forgiving, Anteros didn't see that there was anything to forgive. They were all adults, all capable of making their own decisions. Anne had chosen to reject both Anteros and Psyche. He could deal with it, given his memories were like swiss cheese, but he hated it for Psyche. Anne was supposed to be her best friend, and best friends were supposed to be happy for each other.

Well. There was nothing to be done for it now. Perhaps Anne just needed time to adjust. She'd been through a hell of an ordeal, after all. Anteros would let it rest, for a while, then maybe try to talk to her. For now, Psyche was his priority, and he offered a small smile as they returned to their home. "You all right?"
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|09:27 pm]

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

You should have said no... )
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[Jan. 2nd, 2009|11:27 am]
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Who: Psyche and Anteros
What: Stressing over Anne
Where: Boston, their home
When: The afternoon after they discovered the baby
Warnings: Most likely not

For once, I wish you weren't deluding yourself. )
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[Dec. 29th, 2008|09:05 pm]
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[Current Mood |drunk]

Who: Psyche and Anteros; with a later appearance from Melpomene
What: Drinking, mourning over Anne, and making babies.
Where: Boston, Psyche's House
When: Now.
Warnings: Oh yes.

An nearly empty bottle of wine crashed into the ten other bottles of wine placed into a triangle shape on the other side of the room.

"STRIKE!" Psyche drunk giggled as glass flew all over her hard wood floor. A wave of her hand had ten more empty bottles arranging themselves amid the wreckage. She looked around for another one to throw, but only found full ones.

"Oh, well. Guess I gotta finish another one!" Uncorking a new one, she collapsed into an oversized chair all limp limbed from the alcohol. Now, Anteros just needed to get here. They could bowl together!
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[Dec. 17th, 2008|03:21 pm]

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Where: St. Patrick's Cathedral, NYC
When: Wednesday, the 17th.
Warnings: Only if the party goes well. So we can hope.

Io, Saturnalia! )
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[Dec. 14th, 2008|08:50 pm]
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Who: Nathaniel Quinn, Satriel, and Rain, with a possible cameo by some of Rain's memories?
What: Getting their drink on. Angel disapproval, and accusations of deception. A Saturday night.
When/Where: Backdated to last night, Rain's flat in London.
Warnings: Possible swearing, and alcohol consumption, but none if Satriel can prevent it. He's a prude.

Nathaniel, the whiskey, and a surly angel-presence appeared at Rain's door just shortly after the conversation had ended. The man they had replaced appeared to be something of a lush, and they had the Wild Turkey on hand. Satriel had done his best to guilt the priest into refusing the temptation, but he seemed to be losing the battle tonight.

"Commisseration is part of my function, same as yours, you old Prude. Leave it be," It still shocked Satriel, how quickly their conversations had devolved in this place, from respectful meetings of minds to common bickering, and he made that known with a feeling, which only made Nathaniel's frown deepen. "Well, perhaps that's thanks to the lack of social interaction, in which case, this is a Godsend," Yes, he used the phrase just to get a rise out of Satriel, and hopefully annoy him into silence. It seemed to work, as he raised a hand to knock.

"Rain? It's Nathaniel," He opened the door as instructed, looking around as he let himself inside.
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