Awaiting something? Who knows. (open to the two scary men.)

[seth_dot_com]

Seth had an ice pack against the front of his head.

He felt like shit.

But the kind of shit you felt like when you'd just had the best fucking time of your life. Where everything had gone wonderfully, and insanely, and there it was.

The kind of shit you talked about for years, starting every story about it with "This one time, I was really

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[aither_dot_com]

Aither listened impassively, letting his father try to recover what he could. Erebos was slowly returning to top form, it would be not long at all before he recovered himself enough to - there. Seth's words were words of .. chaos, and youth, and foolishness. To completely bypass their request, their logic, and then to throw mud in the face of said logic by spewing forth the most ridiculous nonsense. No one could know what would come of this - why could he not see that? Could he not see that anything that was conceivably powerful enough to harm a god was dangerous?

"If it comes to it," Aither said finally, coldly. "We will explore that option to its fullest extent. But I do not believe it is necessary. Can you not see it? Don't you understand, Set? Anything powerful enough to harm a god, can you not see the madness in it? Can you not see the foolishness of it? Can you not find some other way to enjoy each other?"

That remark may have been too much, but it was out, and Aither could not retract it. The idea of his sister having sexual relations with this small-minded creature was disgusting, but that was not a thing that he would, or could, interfere with.

The dichotomy occurred to him just then, left him stunned. Was that not what he proposed to do with Lachesis? Interfere with a relationship, past or not? He would not be denied in this, he would ensure that Set had severed the link, but perhaps... perhaps his father had, in a way, helped him answer the Anteros question without even speaking his mind on the subject.

"We come here out of concern, because no one knows what could happen, but all of the things that could happen are quite dangerous indeed," Aither said after a moment's pause. "You cannot deny our concern, our love, for Clotho. It will not be denied. It is the only reason I am here, the only reason I propose to dictate your actions to you; and make no mistake, the weight of my commitment is a burning star to your candle, your desire for chaos and pain. So I ask you once more, with respect due to you, undo this tie that binds. I ask you once more, and only once more."

And, he added silently, do it before I lose my patience.

It was wearing quite thin.

[erinyes_dot_com]

But when Tisiphone arrived in Seth's temple, there was static in the air. Tension. A pressing of the furthest reaches of hospitality. She inclined her head. "Father."

The bat-like wings were a permanent fixture now and they folded down around her shoulders, clasping at her throat. But her gown was white and flowing; a chiton pleated in the old style. The only sign that showed her alliegance to chaos was the wesekh about her throat and collar. It glowed in gold with red and black semi-precious jewels as beading. The combined costume of a vengeful cleopatra, balancing the two cultures in her life.

"Brother." She said, glancing at Aither.

"Seti, Father of my Child." She said lastly, noting Seth's flickering aura.

Beside her was Ruina, the child in question, who was not going to get out of the trouble of having a discussion with both her parents about her behavior and what had happened to her. But perhaps, it might be postponed.

[seth_dot_com]

He was all set and ready to retaliate. To utter more whatever at them. To antagonize and make them angry so that he'd get a right and full beating by their hands.

Of course he wouldn't have ever let Cloey feel that sort of thing. Too dangerous. Too much for her. But they didn't need to know that. It just pissed them off more to think that he'd let something like that happen. And now he was positively ripe for a pounding. It had moved on from being a passing thought into something he was starting to need...

So he was all set and ready for this.

Mouth open, body prepped and already sheilding Cloey from what would come.

Of course.

None of that happened.

He didn't even have a chance to spit at the A-guy something racy about his suggestion of enjoying Cloey in another way. Because, really, he'd walked into that one, right and fully.

No chance for any of it.

Why?

Tisiphone.

That's why.

Here she was. All of a sudden and Ruina behind her and him standing there with two angry Greeks and one hidden Greek, literally ready to beg for a good ass whooping...

and he didn't know what to do.

So he just sort of stared at her.

[moirae_dot_com]

O, Great Twittering Bollocks.

It hadn't been an inevitability, but it had been a great probability that Da would discover her. It had hinged on how sneaky she'd be able to be, and she'd failed.

And now, he'd called her out.

It wasn't that she'd forgotten her consternation at Da and Aither's severity or lack of faith in her, but it was Da. Daddy, to be precise. And Clotho was nothing if not a Daddy's girl. This fact, of course, translated to defiance or recalcitrance not even being in the realm of consideration, let alone possibility.

Daddy called, Cloey went. That's how it was, and probably how it would always be.

But before she had the chance to materialize, Aither was talking, but before she could absorb all his logic about the reasons for his and Da's presence, she was caught up in utter mortification at his mention of her and Seth "enjoying each other" - and it took her several minutes to understand the implications of that, which probably didn't include a good game of Scrabble.

"Ew, Aith, ew ew ew," Clotho managed to squeak out before actually being corporeal. When she reluctantly solidified, Clotho was still blushing hard, her expression agape at her brother, though she quickly shut her mouth. She pulled up the hood of her zip-up sweatshirt to obscure the blush, because now Tis was here, and Clotho always wanted to seem a little cooler and more grown-up than she was around Alec and Tis. But Tis wasn't paying her much mind as it was - she looked mightily Not. Pleased. herself. Rinna wasn't looking too happy either, so the Maiden offered them both a little wave. Noting the awkwardness that was rapidly emerging almost as ardently as the Violence, Clotho looked at her father.

She had to speak. She had to speak, because this already really shouldn't be happening, and she was at the center of it, and Clotho did -not- like being at the center of things like this.

"Hullo, Daddy. Aith. Tis. Rinna. Sethy."

There. She'd spoken. She took a deep breath, pulling the strings of her hoodie to tighten it around her face. Two braids stuck out of it stubbornly as she shifted from one powder blue and neon pink sneaker to the other.

Clotho was calculating. Seth was surging, and she, in turn, was too - she lowered the amps on the connection, but it was still pulsing in her ear and very distracting. Tis would Not Want Da and Aith to smashy-smash Sethy, which was Good. But Da and Aith probably wouldn't care too too much about what Tis wanted, which was decidedly Bad. Sethy, she could feel through their connection, most definitely Did Want Da and Aith to smashy-smash him, which was also kind of Bad. But maybe Rinna being here would prevent him from letting things escalate, which could be Good.

Clotho bit her lip. This stupid body was blurring things again, the Chaos was humming in her ears and in her stomach and all through her limbs and bones, and Da was most certainly going to give her the Stinkiest Stinkeye Full of Stink That Ever Stank if she stepped in.

Da's Stinkeye had been enough to make Clotho burst into tears as a small child.

But now she was grown. So really, if he turned it on her, she'd only burst into tears on the inside.

Oh, buggery bollocks.

"Listen," she said, her voice sounding sort of squeakish even to her own ears. Adjusting slightly, she managed to sound sort of more like herself. "Da, Aith... this is... this is something I want. I like it. I haven't ever gotten myself into any kind of really bad trouble, really. And... and..."

Clotho wanted to point out that it really wasn't polite to walk into somebody else's temple and start saying things about how things should be. But.

Daughters. Did not. Chastise.

"I don't think... that is, if you have to fight Sethy, and Sethy wants that..." she shot a bit of an uncomprehending smile to Seth, "then, I guess that's ok. But."

She took a deep breath.

"I don't want the link to go!"

She was already cringing at the very idea of Da's reaction.

[ruina_occasus]

Rinna felt like she was being drug around like a sack of rocks!

She shook her head to clear the dizziness, then looked around, and she was... she was....
AT DADDY'S!

"DADDY!" she screamed in glee, accidentally shattering a window. Practically throwing herself into Seth's lap, she hugged him and squeezed him and then remembered that she was mad at him.

"DADDY!!" she shouted, this time with reproach. She punched his shoulder, harder than she thought she was. "Why did you let him? Why didn't you stop him? It was like you weren't even there! WHY?!"

And then Cloey showed up, and Rinna remembered her from her last visit to Daddy's, and she waved happily. "Oh, hello Cloey!!"

Then back to ranting. "Daddy! Why? Why? Didn't you hear what the bishes said about me and Strifey? I brought him cake! He even kissed me back! And they were all, 'Oh, no, he doesn't love you, he loves someone else, blah blah, you're wrong!' and you know that I'm not wrong! I'm never wrong! No! OH CRAP, WE LEFT BILL!"

Scared, she looked over her shoulder to Tisiphone. "Momma, can I go back and get Bill? Please? Someone might steal..."

But Tis didn't look happy, all batty-winged and stuff, and maybe now wasn't the best time to lament the loss of her Holler-shotgun. She squeaked and hid her face in her Daddy's shoulder.