Familial Bondage. Or something.

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Enyo materialized in the courtyard of the Pantheon with a languid stretch. Facing the temple she shared with her sister, she smiled, looking forward to seeing Eris. She took a step in that direction before a smell, a delicious, metallic, familiar smell, drew her attention away for a moment

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Enyo cringed inwardly at the word "Momma". Her reproduction had hardly been as prolific as her twins... Neither of them likely remembered whether the children had been spawned before or after they'd separated, but Enyo certainly didn't accept responsibility for any of that. Even the one who did claim her knew better than to use terms like "Momma." But the creature before her was broken and bloody and clearly out of his mind, so for now, she would overlook the mistake.

"Well, 'Uncle' is nothing if not terribly efficient at hatred."

Awkwardly, she petted his head, never having been comfortable with contact that wasn't sexual or violent. Or sexual and violent.

"Come along, sweet. We'll go to 'Momma'," the word soured on her tongue, "and Auntie's, and see about all the holes in you."

Enyo made a concerted effort not to sound too disappointed at the idea of healing injuries instead of creating them as she put her hand over Strife's bloody one to teleport him to the Temple of Mischief and Mayhem.

As they appeared in the foyer, Enyo called to her sister,

"Oh poppet! I'm home... and there's someone to see you..."

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There was little Eris hated more then having a nap disturbed... even it was by Wnyo, the only person she ever tolerated for any long periods of time. It was because she called that Eris dragged herself out of bed, slung a light silk robe around her, and wandered half way down the stairs, to see what the racket was

Visitors at this time of day? Who would... Oh.

She blinked slowly, the sight of her son leaking all over her italian marble floors disconcerting for more then one reason

What happened to you, cupcake? Oh, honey... you know that might stain... are you ok?

Torn between concern for her flesh and blood and concern for her floors, she made a towel appear beneath him as she made her way down the rest of the stairs

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He looked around shaking like a wet and scared puppy that just got the bad end in a dogfight, he was tired, weak, shocked and couldn't hardly think of his own name, and tried to speak forgetting he'd cut his tongue off, no words come and he squinted his eyes dumbfounded, and then spoke it in her mind "Momma? Harmonia...." he whimpered and continued sending her thought. "Uncle got word."

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"Apparently," Enyo said, listening to her sister's head.

It wasn't that she didn't care about Strife. She cared about all of her sister's children very nearly as much as she cared about her own son. The problem was that they were simply so... untasty.

The redhead approached her sister and kissed that pale cheek.

"It's terrible, poppet." Enyo summoned a shallow bowl full of ambrosia and handed it to Eris.

She murmured mentally, and privately, to her sister, "it's all right, love, we'll replace the tile."

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Do you think we can?

She took the bowl thankfully, and took a long swallow, calming her nerves while she looked her son over, tsking as she heard his explanation

I don't really see why he'd care one way or the other... I don't believe he did this to you. Well, I do.. I mean, he's Ares...

wrinkling her nose, she stepped forward, careful to avoid getting any blood on her silk robe... It was so hard to clean, really... she took a hold of her son's neck, carefully lifting the ambrosia to his mouth

You're going to need to sleep, cupcake.

She frowned again as she heard the door, and offered Enyo a distressed look

Who now? Can you answer that?