Philos' Bitter Holler.

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*hours after the startlingly erogenous evening, the somnolent state of his body eroded away and War awoke. An expectant hand crept up the tousled silken sheets beside him but observes through touch that his companion eludes him. Right eye unveils itself with a soft smile, assuming his swain was merely sitting up... The left eye opened. He's not

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her mind was already agitated, though all outward appearances spoke to the contrary, for now at least. It didn't take long for her to answer the call, divine form popping into the room sans fanfare Ares. We need to...she paused taking in the room, one brow arching slowly

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*smiled subtlety as she arrived but glanced over his shoulder as she ogled behind him. A slightly apprehensive laugh and War swatted at an invisible assailant, the complex mattress arranging itself properly, sheets creaseless and pillows aligning themselves.*

Rough night.

*implying sleep of course, he enveloped his arms across his chest*

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...Right.

spine straightened, shoulders pulled back as her chin jutted at a dangerous angle, arms layered themselves across her own chest to mirror his posture.

You called.

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*cringed, her tone enough to send him sprinting away as it was, but the glare which accentuated it was even more harmful. He knew the guilt scorched against his face, not even attempting to misrepresent or cache it, as she'd then be granted the opportunity to impugn him with deceit.

Cautiously he leaned forward to kiss her cheek*

I did..

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her head canted as she let lush lips brush against pale flesh, tongue sliding absently against her own lips as she fixed him with her gaze. The other brow moving skyward to meet it's mate, and she watched him silently, waiting

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*collecting her hand in his, drawing her from the bed's proximity to one of the windows she enjoyed which opened onto a picketed balcony overlooking the main courtyard. Nuzzling her shoulder from behind, he combs tending fingers through a few of her saffron locks*

I believe we should discuss Hercules' and Hebe's situation.

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stiffness left her shoulders as she leaned back against him, though a definite tenseness remained. With a sigh she nodded, letting her head rest back against broad shoulder

I think you're right.

Teeth captured her lower lip, worrying it between ivories absently I tried to do as you asked.

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*nodding, exquisitely long fingers innocuously splaying against her arms on either side, embracing her*

Not this evening, as Hercules deserves nothing currently, the impudent bastard... But perhaps tomorrow.. I'd like to restore his affinity for his ..wife.

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Mm? did you get what you wanted?

the question was inquisitive as her head tilted back enough to look up, eyes dark like troubled water. beneath his hands, her arms were cool, warmed only from his own heat.

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I'm sure to.

*familiar charred toast orbs look back to her restive ones. Crossing one silk-clad appendage across her midriff, her pre-pissed demeanor seeming to thaw somewhat, making it possible for them to converse*

It won't require undue effort, I'm sure.. And the calamity will settle.

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nodding, she lifted one arm up behind her, fingers resting on the nape of his neck. Good. Then once they apologize, I'll undo what was done. I do hope it's soon... It's not the easiest thing to maintain.

she paused, looking over the courtyard and just appreciating the breeze for a moment, cautious as she broached the next topic

I did not like the way you treated me the other night.

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I'm highly skeptical about them expressing any real remorse, especially Hercules, Relish. I'm certain nearly anything could be extracted from Hebe, but where's the fun in desperation?

*twisting to neatly seat himself on the iron bench adjacent to the window, he glances toward*

I'm sure you've felt my ...excitement. Rest within the family would be ideal as my attention diverts.

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Ares....

the word was purred through almost sulking lips as she turned to face him, expression nearing petulance

I realize that it's what would make things easier for you, but there's other things to consider. I was insulted in my own home, and there's nothing that excuses that sort of behavior. I'm starting to feel as if you're using me.

blinking slowly, eyes lightened to a bright aquamarine, inquisitive as they studied him

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*fingers threaded together, thumbs pressed gently together as their orbs meet*

Aphrodite.. Our relationship has always been one of conveniences. Any who sit in the Dozen's grandiose seats know that well, including your delightful groom.

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her stance straightened, reminiscent of when she arrived, brows arching over darkening storms as fists landed on hips

Convenience. Is that so, Ares? Because this has been Damn convenient for me, and everyone else it's affected. And now I should just let everything go, because you say so, and be the lackey your sister accused me of?

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