I aint your mommy
In the kitchen, several pots were boiling. The aromas from what was being cooked up made their way through beaded doorways and winding corridors, up and down crooked stairways and past the noses of Hekate's many pets.
The mother of magic paid no mind to the mixture of smells wafting from her various concoctions, choosing to focus on the small ( Read more... )
The mother of magic paid no mind to the mixture of smells wafting from her various concoctions, choosing to focus on the small ( Read more... )
Hekate eyed him. Eh, still a prancing pretty boy, wasn't he? Still messin' with folk he shouldn't, still too proud to drop that sassy mouth a' his. Oh yeah, that was Hermes. With all the trouble he found himself in, it was a wonder if he EVER got off that pretty ass of his and did any work. Damn Olympians.
"Wond'rin'?! Ya weren't wond'rin'! If ya'd been wond'rin', ya wouldn't've showed up, would ya? Besides, ya know better than a lot of folk what some o'my stuff's for. Course I can prevent scars."
Folding her arms, she watched him watch her.
"An' when ya find the time to put them eyes a' your back where they should be, ya can come in. Don't bleed on my damn rugs, mind."
With that, Hekate turned on her heel and wandered back into her temple, leaving Hermes to deal with the many canines now rushing to lick and paw him.
He could shut the damn door behind him why he was there, too.
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Still he patted and petted, and waded through them carefully to the door and waited for them all to filter into the door, continuing to jump upon him and trying paw him to death and...
"OW!" He goarned as he shut the door, a hand clutching at his wounded thigh that was quickly becoming a favorite target for the pets.
"You know Hek...You might want to consider taking the number of pets down..." he said, limping after her as quickly as wound and dogs would allow. "You ever think of getting a bigger place? I mean...I love what you've done with the place...But it is getting kinda small with the animals and stuff..."
He ducked around a beaded doorway and watched her carefully for a moment, then looked down at his nails frowning.
Talk about the awkward moments in life.
"So...How have ya been?"
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Hekate began sifting through a cabinet, paying no attention to how slowly Hermes was following. If he knew what was good for him, he'd catch up to her. It was a simple as that.
When speedy did manage to find her Hekate was pulling a container out of a large cabinet. She squinted to read the faded label, put off a little by Hermes' yammering.
"I might, eh? Yeah, well if ya weren't such a mouthy little shit, ya wouldn't get yaself inta scrapes an' ya wouldn't end up here, beggin' me ta patch ya up, would ya?"
She raised an eyebrow at him, then turned back to the jar and continued reading. With a frown, she put the jar back and searched again, pulling one down off a high shelf.
"It aint small for me. Maybe ta you, but then, ya live up there, with all them lot. They think a vase makes a godsdamned room feel smaller, they don't know nothin' bout usin' space."
Opening the jar, she sniffed the contents, then padded over to where Hermes was.
"What d'ya mean 'how've I been'? I've been fine. Same as usual. What were ya expectin' me ta have been like?"
Scooping a glob of...what seemed like some sort of medical cream (which was a sickly green colour, rather than a nice, clinical white) out of the tub in her hand, she looked at Hermes expectantly.
"So, where's this goin'?"
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"Well, if I can find comfort in nothing else, I will find it in the fact that you, my dear, have not changed a bit since I last saw you."
Which was flemming shame too. She never did like Olympus, or the Olympians, and gods above only know why she had ever let him into her little life...
And by little, he meant the world she lived in. Hek's no non-sense kinda attutide wasn't exactly the best for keeping friends around.
"You really want to know?" He smirked slightly, then sobbered up and he undid the belt and left his slacks slip to the floor. After all, it wasn't like Hek hadn't seen anything on his body up close and personal before.
"Heh...It's still bleeding..." Hmmm, the Thigh was obvious...the ass was the on that would doubtlessly get a comment, and possible a sharp smack.
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Hekate shook her head and watched, green cream in hand as Hermes dropped his trousers. She stood there, unamused, and observed the damage. Walking around him in a circle, she saw the rather...messy state of his rear, then came back round to face him.
"Sat on a set a' kitchen knives, did ya?" she quipped
"Don't bother, I aint gonna even ask for serious what ya been doin'"
Taking his hand, she wiped the cream onto Hermes' palm.
"Ya can rub that in yaself why I take care a' this mess"
Conjuring a bowl of water and a rag, Hekate got down on her knees and began wiping the bloody mess away from his leg. Hermes was a cheeky little bastard when he wanted to be, but he wasn't suicidal. She didn't even need to tell him not to make a joke about this.
After wiping away the blood, she went over to a cupboard and rummaged around until she found a bottle of clear liquid. Pouring some onto a rag, she rubbed into onto the wound. It stung, though Hekate didn't mention that, and rubbed it on, regardless. Then she bandaged the wound carefully and got to her feet.
"Got anythin' else wants takin' a look at?"
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"Damn, woman...Ever think of trying to improve that bed-side manner of your's?" He muttered, cleaning his hand off with a thought.
"Anything else? My arm is broken, if you care...But I'm almost afraid to let you look at it." Hmph. See...Now he remembered why he'd fled far, far away from her.
"And while we are at it, have anything that cures people of sore stomachs? I think that is what has Ares leather thong in a twist."
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Hands on hips, she eyed him for a moment, then gave him a slap to the cheek.
"Don't start on me, boy, not when ya stood in MY domain with ya pants round ya ankles. It ain't a smart move, ya should know that."
"'Sides, I'm helpin', aint I? Just cos I don't baby ya like ya some damn poodle or somethin' don't mean I ain't helpin' and it don't give ya the right ta gimme lip, got that?"
She flicked her hand against his left rear cheek, to make the point sink in a little better.
"Good. Now, bout that arm..."
Hekate wandered away for a few moments, then came back with two jars. One was large and heavy looking, and it was this one she opened first.
"Ya's lucky I've still got some a' this ready made. Takes a while ta prepare, does this stuff..."
First, she made Hermes put his arm out straight, then straightened it up a little when he didn't hold it straight enough. Scooping some of the mixture into her hand, she began to spread it onto the broken arm. When the affected area was covered, Hekate wiped her hands on a towel and opened the second jar. The cream on Hermes' arm sparkled purple as it sank beneath the skin and tissue, right to the bone.
From the second jar, Hekate brought forth a spider. It was green with bright swirls of orange and yellow and red on its back, all blurry and blended like tye dye. Setting the spider down on Hermes' arm, Hekate watched as it carefully wound its way around and around the break, silvery webbing gradually wrapping around the treated area.
When the spider was done, Hekate picked it up and returned it to the jar as the web started to be absorbed. The arm became stiff, especially where the break was.
"That'll wear off in an hour or so. Just needs to be kept straight til it's fixed, an' all."
She looked at him curiously when Hermes mentioned Ares.
"Ohhhh, so that's who ya've been messin' with, eh?" she quirked
"I gots stuff for stomachs, but if that warbrat wants any, he can damn well go ask someone else. I ain't a soup kitchen."
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"I---" He shurt his trap, and made a face to spoke volumnes for him. She was the must frustrating woman in the existance of...WOMEN.
He waited for her finish doctoring his arm, with her purply creme and creepy spider...
"Thanks," he muttered, sighing and his arm feel to his side in a very straight motion. Mentally he pulled his pants back up around his waste and let them zip and button upon thier own, before he leaned casually against a wall, and looked at her quietly.
"I wasn't asking for his well being, if that's what you think." He said, head (also still sore) falling back against the wall, "Thinks he can beat me into submission or some such like that. Obiviously my brother does not know me so well."
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"Course he does. He's bigger an' tougher an' able ta beat ya ass senseless. What would be tha point a' gettin at ya any other road, when he just has ta jam his fist into ya skull, eh?"
"An' maybe he don't want ta beat ya inta submission. If he did that, he'd never get his damn kicks outta ya. You're a swine, an' he needs ya ta keep bein' a swine so that he can beat ya down and push ya buttons an' piss ya off. Like he has done taday."
Picking her new puppy up, Hekate scritched its ears.
"Didn't think a' that one, did ya, flyboy?"
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"Yeah, well...He either got bored, or fucking gave up today...seeing as Mister Big and Bad War went home pisser than a bear that had it's balls chopped off..."
He didn't really glare at her, but he wasn't all smiles either.
"And I don't need to think about it, cause he can't piss me off as much as he thinks he can...Not once I figure out what game he's playing."
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Puppy in hand, Hekate settled down in her chair and put her programme on again.
"He CAN piss ya off though. Not as much as he might want, but he still does, otherwise ya wouldn't be pullin' them drama queen faces at me, now would ya?"
"An' ya know, maybe if ya used ya melon for more than gettin' a bit a' skirt, ya mighta figured out his game already."
Petting the small pooch, Hekate turned the volume up a little. What good was watching Knightrider when you couldn't hear a damn word that car was saying?
"You gonna sit down, or aint you got time?"
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He hated her. He really, really, really hated her sometimes. Quietly he limped to a couch and settled down on the soft pillows and sighed.
"Yeah yeah yeah...It might surprise you, but despite all of the cracks I make against his intelligence and all? He's smarter than his dumb expressions let on, and alas...I don't think he really makes plans beyond moves on a chessboard---and I always hated Chess."
Still, She wouldn't care. He didn't even know why he bothered to explain shit to her.
Ug.
Why'd he ever spend so much time with her to begin with? Doing things right by her was like...a once in a million chance.
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She raised a brow at Hermes, and conjured some cheetos.
"War's all strategic an' that. As much as folk want him ta be daft, he ain't."
"An' I thought ya were smart. Damn wrong on that, eh?"
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"What? You think I'm lacking in intelligence? I can play chess, Hek...I just said I didn't like it."
Stupid woman, and her damn assumptions about everyone and everything and...GAH.
"You know Hek, the way you talk...sometimes peolpe have to wonder if your a bitter old hag underneathe that cold hearted shell of yours."
Eh, so she had her moments...Not that he'd ever survive a telling of that fact...He'd have some form of godly pox before he knew what hit him.
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Hekate changed channels and opened her packet of cheetos and dug in.
"Oh aye? What's the way I talk got ta do with bein' bitter, eh?"
She glanced at Hermes, then returned to her snack.
"I gots a good thing goin'. I ain't got nowt to be bitter about. If folk think I'm bitter for not talkin' all flowery an' not avoidin' tellin' someone they're wrong, then let em' think that. They ain't worth correctin'."
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"Why do you watch this crap anyway? It sucks the intelligence out of anything that breaths." And he really meant it too. Man, TV was not only dull...it was boring, and stupid...
"And if you aren't bitter, what are you? Happy? Because you know...I seriously think it kills you a little everytime you smile...cause you did the whole..smiling thing oh soft often back in the day..."
He might have said more...years ago, but he stopped there, and sighed. Ug. He hadn't the little snip arguments someone could get into with others, and with Hek...
It was like fighting a loosing battle because nothing seemed to phase her in the slightest...and she always had some smart comment to fire right back.
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