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And you could have it all... my empire of dirt...

Jan 03, 2006 02:14

The edges were cracking. The anger was all right; the wrath was good. But behind it there was Something Else, grief too deep to plumb, which her subconscious had lost the ability to block. Her form disappeared from her riverbank, then fire-blossomed in front of Moros' Underworld home. She could tell her brother was not here. It didn't matter. He'd ( Read more... )

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phobos_dot_com January 3 2006, 13:32:24 UTC

He frightened them, of course. How could he not, being what he was? Even when he could remember how to shape a Human corpus, Phobos had to work rather hard not to be terrifying to mortals -- a serpent longer than most of these peasants' houses, though? How could they not fear him ( ... )

styx_dot_com January 3 2006, 15:06:37 UTC

And then they were scattering. She felt her power shoved out of them with a sun-sharp stab of... Ohhh, she knew that presence.

What was he doing here? Where was he? Had he been waiting to finish what he started? She was working on trying to find the answers to these things. She would do it. Soon. For now, she wanted to rest.

It was getting quieter on the hill. The shouts were fading, the jangling of mortal life was fleeing, that of it that didn't flat-out fall on the grass, and she was so. very. grateful. In the next moment, she felt the touch of something cold and smooth, something that rapidly wrapped around her. She didn't have to open her eyes; she knew that touch. Even if the surge of his power hadn't been enough to tell her he was near, his touch was something she could not mistake.

By all rights, she should have been frightened. She could still remember the force of his attack when she last saw him, and he was so much larger now. If he was here to do his worst to her, she would find out soon enough. But she just couldn't ( ... )

phobos_dot_com January 3 2006, 15:32:06 UTC

He wasn't scared. Not really. He could feel/smell/see the spark still in her, even as her corpus went still in his grasp. She wasn't finished. Take more than a stray bullet to finish Hate, and there was no two ways about that ( ... )

styx_dot_com January 3 2006, 16:30:55 UTC

He was moving away. She closed her fingers down against him, though her hand didn't come close to spanning the width of his body. The silent sentence was clear: Don't leave.It really was quite unfair of her. Phobos was with Clotho now, and she should just... She shouldn't be... She knew she was so in the wrong. He deserved to be happy. So did Clotho. Remembering how Clotho's face shined with happiness when she first stepped into the Egyptian's temple, Styx winced ( ... )

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