Idle Hands...
Enyo was downright petulant.
The temple doors swung open and she stalked through, covered in desert dust and blood and all sorts of substances that usually couldn't fail to make her smile.
But Enyo was not smiling.
She sloughed off her camouflage jacket like a skin and it hit the floor with a wet slap. She didn't bother to dissipate it, her mood poor enough to entice her to create work for the servants. Next, she peeled off her tank top, which had once been beige but was now a red so dark it was almost black - this too practically splashed onto the floor. Boots were kicked off, fatigues stepped out of, until she stood nude in front of the enormous marble bathtub containing fragrant water and her sister, covered in other people's blood, and seething with frustration.
"Discordia! This place is disgusting!" she declared, stomping her foot and leaving a red print on the Italian marble.
"Everyone's in great spirits! That noxious old blowhard is trying to appease his ice bitch with marriages! No one's even said an untoward word for weeks!"
She folded her arms under her breasts, her face drawn into nothing less than a full pout.
"I thought things were supposed to get interesting around here."
The temple doors swung open and she stalked through, covered in desert dust and blood and all sorts of substances that usually couldn't fail to make her smile.
But Enyo was not smiling.
She sloughed off her camouflage jacket like a skin and it hit the floor with a wet slap. She didn't bother to dissipate it, her mood poor enough to entice her to create work for the servants. Next, she peeled off her tank top, which had once been beige but was now a red so dark it was almost black - this too practically splashed onto the floor. Boots were kicked off, fatigues stepped out of, until she stood nude in front of the enormous marble bathtub containing fragrant water and her sister, covered in other people's blood, and seething with frustration.
"Discordia! This place is disgusting!" she declared, stomping her foot and leaving a red print on the Italian marble.
"Everyone's in great spirits! That noxious old blowhard is trying to appease his ice bitch with marriages! No one's even said an untoward word for weeks!"
She folded her arms under her breasts, her face drawn into nothing less than a full pout.
"I thought things were supposed to get interesting around here."