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This isn't bar brawling ---

Jan 16, 2006 16:10

With Lethe upstairs doing only who knew what and Strife asleep in his lap, it would have been (should have been) safe to assume that Pothos was sleepy and tired and obscenely drunk, as well. That his day, this day was over. That the alcohol had finally gotten to him and would soon, soon, soon lead him to the realms of Hypnos. But no, despite the ( Read more... )

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king_dot_com January 17 2006, 09:40:35 UTC

Zeus threw open the double doors with a thought and forcibly removed Phlegethon from that entire side of the room with another.

"Hands. To. Yourself." The room was returned to temperature.

Not that Zeus particulary agreed with what had been happening, but Zelos had been goaded and was still being goaded. A one-on-one fight and Pothos knew how to end it all on his own.

winged_desire January 17 2006, 09:44:12 UTC

Pothos' eyes fluttered open when he felt Desire (his, his, forever his and he came). The only thought ringing clearly throughout him, the only thing making sense past all the pain he was feeling, the only thing ---

Himeros.

Nothing else mattered. Not the fact this would take ages to heal. Not the still cresting tide of Zelos' fury. Not the appearance of a certain Underworlder and having to make himself the hero.

Just ---

Himeros.

And then the King of gods just had to pick now to show up.

Fuck it.

zelos_dotcom January 17 2006, 09:53:40 UTC

Zelos growled at his Uncle, but wasn't given a chance to react before his Lord and Master appeared in the hall. His rage didn't cease, but he stopped and bowed a head to his King...body shaking from physical restraint.

"My King," He said with a controlled voice. He was so angry, so full of hate and loathing.

"Forgive me, I did not mean to disturb his Highness."

winged_ardour January 17 2006, 10:01:12 UTC

The moment Zelos was away from Pothos, Himeros rushed over to Pothos' side, only having half-registered Phlegethon' arrival and then Zeus'.

Oh gods. Blood. Blood. Blood. Pothos!

His cry was anguished and contained within him - Pothos needed him to be strong. Choking back the sobs, he reached out carefully to touch the other erote's, his counterpart's, his heart's, knee and whispered soothingly, "I'm here, Pothos. I'm here."

I'm here. I'm here. I'm here...

Tears pricked against his eyes and he fought them back.

phlegethon_dc January 17 2006, 10:03:16 UTC

Phlegethon stayed right where the King of the Gods had put him. He couldn't say that he agreed with it because it made it seem like he'd backed down from a promise he'd made to Aphrodite. But that was alright. This was Zeus' home. Not his.

His eyes fell on his nephew for a moment before they fell on Himeros and Pothos. Whether the boy had it coming or not, which he knew he did from the first time Aphrodite had spoken to him of it, he didn't agree with any of it.

So for now he just stayed put, eyes on his distraught lover.

king_dot_com January 17 2006, 10:12:35 UTC

Zeus eyed the strange tableau for a long moment before striding forward and placing a hand on Zelos' shoulder. An eyebrow was raised. They would speak of it later. For now, he had to patch up the wounded erote lying in peices on his marble floor before his wife returned home. Boys play was no excuse for blood in the cracks.

"You have no sympathy from me, young erote. Your provocation was unwise. Had your cavalry not arrived when they did, your abuse would likely have continued." Snapping his fingers, a bit of ambrosia was brought forth and handed to him. "This will heal you, but it will take time. Possibly weeks."

To Himeros he said, "Toughen yourself. He cannot die." Then he stood.

Beckoning Ethon with a finger, he drew him near. "You and I will speak one day about the proper entrance into one's home. However, now is not that time. The wretch needs to heal in his own home."

winged_desire January 17 2006, 10:26:03 UTC

Trust Zeus to stop him from having some more fun.

Wincing as he took the ambrosia from the King of the gods, Pothos inclined his head, "I apologize for bleeding all over your floor, your Highness. Your guard dog doesn't do things in a half-assed manner. If he did, you would have been overthrown... Whoops." Curling his lips just a tiny bit because a full smile (smirk) hurt too much, "I apologize. This wretch will now heal in his own home."

Fuck it if everything didn't hurt but he asked for this and got exactly what he wanted and not even Zeus would take away from that.

Pothos could stop goading now, though. Instead he turned towards Himeros and spoke, I am so sorry you had to see this. I was trying. Trying so hard to make you wouldn't feel it. Feel any of this. I just wanted to protect you.

zelos_dotcom January 17 2006, 10:30:31 UTC

Zelos turned towards Pothos and Sneered...

"Watch your tongue beast," he growled, "You who came here to look for a fight. You are a pathetic creature, and are not worthy to speak to My King."

Jealousy's Temper flared and for the first time that day, he wondered at the wisdom at leaving Envy behind with Nike...Envy, ironically, had always been a calming aspect of himself. Well, calm compaired to the other dominate elements that made up the god that was Zelos.

He wanted strike out once more at Pothos, to wipe the smirk from that broken face. If the creature wasn't already mad, Zelos would seek to drive him to it.

"I would think the Love Goddess would be most displeased that you have sought to destory the love of my Uncle and his little Desire." he spat, "Perhaps you should bleed upon her floor...Or should we find your mother, and let her scold her insolent child?"

winged_ardour January 17 2006, 10:37:53 UTC

Himeros was about to reply to Pothos' softly uttered, tender words when Zelos' sharp rebuke had him wincing. He rubbed Yearning's knee consolingly when Jealousy's next words hit him.

With all the force of a ton of bricks.

Turning to face Zelos, a bewildered look on his face before turning to Pothos again, Pothos? What does he mean?

Pothos' hand was soon on his, words a constant influx of Ssshh...he doesn't know what he's saying...I love you...I want you happy...I would never hurt you...he hurt me, remember? and Jealousy's words faded in the presence of Pothos.

Pothos would never hurt him like that.

He wanted to say something, anything, to say that Zelos was wrong and awful and pure spite but the looks from both Pothos and Phlegethon stopped him. He bit his lip.

phlegethon_dc January 17 2006, 10:41:16 UTC

And Fire walked over to where the King and the others were. He gave a slight incline of his head to the King's words. "Next time I'll pay more attention to where I'm going." Because he'd merely followed his lover. And they'd ended up in Zeus' Temple. He hadn't checked exactly to see where they were going. He'd just followed Himeros.

He ignored both Pothos' words and Zelos'. Because he was not about ready to get himself riled up over anything. Soft heat radiated off of him, more to sooth Himeros than to cause any harm to anyone in the room.

"I'll make sure he gets home then."

Despite his hatred for Pothos he'd make sure that the erote returned home in one piece where he could heal.

king_dot_com January 17 2006, 10:47:06 UTC

Zeus looked down at Pothos and then yanked up the broken body and held him off the ground at eye level.

"Be careful how you speak to me, child. You are still a guest," he spat the word, "in my home." Dropping the erote, he didn't even look to see where he landed, taking care to brush roughly past the falling body.

Zeus turned Zelos by the shoulder and walked away with him, waving a hand behind him, placing all three intruders outside on the street. Any belligerence could be dealt with later. Right now? He had a courtier to question. And a letter to send. Oh! And an escort to attend to... and supper to have... vodka to drink...

zelos_dotcom January 17 2006, 10:57:30 UTC

Zelos smirked for a whole second when Zeus abused Pothos more. Ha! The bastard had earned that...

But then the rather pointed gesture of 'come with me' followed, and Zelos began to worry what the King would have to over his rash actions.

"I am sorry, M'lord." he said, summoning a tall hard-ball cocktail, heavy on the vodka. Zelos, if nothing else, knew his Master and Mistress well enough to smooth them over...

winged_desire January 17 2006, 10:59:14 UTC

Pain. Shooting pain.

Fuck. Ouch.

Zeus just had to take things personally.

Lying in a crumpled heap in Zeus' temple and then outside of it - it didn't really matter. Everything hurt and it would take forever and a day to heal and Himeros would be by his side (his soon) the entire time. He moaned weakly to catch Himeros' attention, doing his best to sound even more pitiful and whispered, "Hurts."

Only to Himeros, Stay with me?

Knowing the only answer to that.

phlegethon_dc January 17 2006, 11:06:04 UTC

Ethon watched the two a moment before shaking his head and flashing the three of them to Aphrodite's Temple where the Love goddess could take care of things if need be.

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