GRRRRR
OOC: Starting a new thread cos the other's about to drop off the page! /ooc
He'd left her.
Just upped and...and LEFT HER!!! Right in the middle of a good time! Just...just like it wasn't special, or important, or good. He hadn't even said "Oh, I need to be somewhere, mind if I pop out for a sec?", he'd just gone. Disappeared. Vanished from her sight.
And when she traced him, when she found out where he was? Oh, Peitho's whole aura became positively black.
He'd gone to HER. Lethe. Little miss let-me-steal-your-memories. Ugh. She wasn't even that pretty. She wasn't sexy, she wasn't hot, she wasn't even cute. She just was...weird! A big weird, underworlder who, not even a day before had STOLEN THEIR MEMORIES. Had Hermes forgotten that? Oh, wait, no, he hadn't, he just didn't CARE. He just didn't think that it was a good enough reason to dislike someone, when clearly, clearly it was, when you stopped thinking with your DICK at least.
Oh, he was so in trouble.
And then, things got worse. Someone....someone was using her, was seducing someone, and they definitely weren't mortal. A God, familiar, chocolates, roses...Anteros?! And just who was he seducing at this time of day? Surely Lachesis hadn't taken him back, surely the-
Oh. No. She. So. Did. Not.
It wasn't enough that Lethe had Hermes at her beck and call, even when he was supposed to be making love to his WIFE, she just had to go and steal Anteros as well?!?! Oh that was just ASKING for trouble!!!
Peitho could let go the whole getting Hermes into bed thing, she could also forget - with time, a lot of time - that Lethe had taken their memories, but stealing BOTH of Persuasion's men?!
UN.FOR.GIVABLE.
Under her skin, she boiled with rage, stomping across the floor in needle heels. Back and forth, back and forth, like a tiger caged. Her anger consumed her whole and kept her to the maddening beat she'd started, her mind trying to plot revenge as it waded through rivers bubbling over with ire. She was frustrated to the point where she either wanted to destroy something or cry...and all because of those two...whores!
She wanted to rip their heads off...no! Their dicks! Start with where their BRAINS supposedly were, and then go for their heads, or mouths...yes! Mouths! Rip out their lying, seductive tongues and dangle them in front of their greedy, ever-roaming eyes! Yes! No, to close to home.
She wanted to visit one of them, or both of them, and put those fire engine red nails to some good use, She wanted to hurt that Lethe too, the one who had caused all of this mess, her insipid little cow eyes and kiddie smile. Ugh. Gross. Sickening. Peitho didn't even WANT to know how either of them could even care to be around THAT.
And then, there as a knock at the door.
Peitho whirled round and glared at the door for a moment. Her anger died down a little when she heard the voice and realised that it was neither her idiot of a husband nor her bastard of a lover. Breaking her pace, she walked to the door and flung it open.
Hermes had an urgent message for her? Oh, well wasn't that nice...
"He has a message? Does that mean he does have a preference on his execution then?"
He'd left her.
Just upped and...and LEFT HER!!! Right in the middle of a good time! Just...just like it wasn't special, or important, or good. He hadn't even said "Oh, I need to be somewhere, mind if I pop out for a sec?", he'd just gone. Disappeared. Vanished from her sight.
And when she traced him, when she found out where he was? Oh, Peitho's whole aura became positively black.
He'd gone to HER. Lethe. Little miss let-me-steal-your-memories. Ugh. She wasn't even that pretty. She wasn't sexy, she wasn't hot, she wasn't even cute. She just was...weird! A big weird, underworlder who, not even a day before had STOLEN THEIR MEMORIES. Had Hermes forgotten that? Oh, wait, no, he hadn't, he just didn't CARE. He just didn't think that it was a good enough reason to dislike someone, when clearly, clearly it was, when you stopped thinking with your DICK at least.
Oh, he was so in trouble.
And then, things got worse. Someone....someone was using her, was seducing someone, and they definitely weren't mortal. A God, familiar, chocolates, roses...Anteros?! And just who was he seducing at this time of day? Surely Lachesis hadn't taken him back, surely the-
Oh. No. She. So. Did. Not.
It wasn't enough that Lethe had Hermes at her beck and call, even when he was supposed to be making love to his WIFE, she just had to go and steal Anteros as well?!?! Oh that was just ASKING for trouble!!!
Peitho could let go the whole getting Hermes into bed thing, she could also forget - with time, a lot of time - that Lethe had taken their memories, but stealing BOTH of Persuasion's men?!
UN.FOR.GIVABLE.
Under her skin, she boiled with rage, stomping across the floor in needle heels. Back and forth, back and forth, like a tiger caged. Her anger consumed her whole and kept her to the maddening beat she'd started, her mind trying to plot revenge as it waded through rivers bubbling over with ire. She was frustrated to the point where she either wanted to destroy something or cry...and all because of those two...whores!
She wanted to rip their heads off...no! Their dicks! Start with where their BRAINS supposedly were, and then go for their heads, or mouths...yes! Mouths! Rip out their lying, seductive tongues and dangle them in front of their greedy, ever-roaming eyes! Yes! No, to close to home.
She wanted to visit one of them, or both of them, and put those fire engine red nails to some good use, She wanted to hurt that Lethe too, the one who had caused all of this mess, her insipid little cow eyes and kiddie smile. Ugh. Gross. Sickening. Peitho didn't even WANT to know how either of them could even care to be around THAT.
And then, there as a knock at the door.
Peitho whirled round and glared at the door for a moment. Her anger died down a little when she heard the voice and realised that it was neither her idiot of a husband nor her bastard of a lover. Breaking her pace, she walked to the door and flung it open.
Hermes had an urgent message for her? Oh, well wasn't that nice...
"He has a message? Does that mean he does have a preference on his execution then?"