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[deimos_dot_com]

the brief interlude with his brother had done something to take his mind away from everything, just for that small while. But now, here, back in his home, it all came rushing forward again.

He was alone in his temple, the mess still not cleaned, drinking.

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[philammondotcom]

He was going to try this again, damn it.

And hopefully, he wouldn't run into that seductress Peitho again. Oh, last night had been horrible in so many ways. Coming home alone was the worst best thing he ever did for/to himself.

He appeared in the pantheon again, walking down an area he'd not been to in ages. It was much changed....

As he strolled, he came across...

.."Is this a .. bumper? What the..."

He looked directly to his left, to the god's residence there. Sure enough, there were bits and pieces of what looked to have been a really nice car, once, strewn all over the place. The garage was huge...

Frowning, he grabbed the bumper and lugged it to the front of the garage, dropping it there. Rubbing his dirty hands down the sides of his jeans, he wandered to the door.

And knocked.

[deimos_dot_com]

Dei drug himself off of the couch and peered out the door. "hello?" He eyed the fellow standing outside. In the drunken haze, the man looked familiar, but he couldn't place why.

[philammondotcom]

"Hey, I just found this bumper, and then saw the car in front, and wanted to make sure everything was..."

He drifted off, staring at the god before him.

"Wait a minute...You're Trent's boy! From Downward Spiral. Yes?"

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Dei started. He hadn't heard that name in a reference like that in a really long time.
"How the hell do you know that?"

[philammondotcom]

"Don't you remember? I would sit with Trent while he was writing, sometimes. You were always there, in the background. Hey... I didn't know you were a god! I should have paid more attention to who was around me, as opposed to what Trent was doing... Good album, though. He really did some great work."

He smiled genuinely. His attempt at bowing to a goddess yesterday ended poorly, so this time he held out his hand instead. Surely they shook hands up here. "Philammon, God of Musicians. I just got in, and happened to pass by...."

[deimos_dot_com]

dei grunted and shook the hand offered.
"Deimos, God of Fear. That whole thing with Trent was fucked up. It's quite likely that I really just wanted to kick your ass, not knowing who you were and all. He always had all these groupies all over him. I was a bit jealous."

[philammondotcom]

Philammon laughed, shaking his hand firmly. It was good to meet someone who at least had good taste in music. He tried to fathom what Peitho liked listening to. Brittney Spears, probably. He shuddered at the thought...

"No, it wasn't like that with me and Trent. I try to keep it strictly business with the mortals I work with."

He considered the one before him..... "Hey.. Are things all right? You seem a little...bunged up."

[deimos_dot_com]

He looked down at himself. "Uh. I'm... fine. It was just... a bit... of... uh... a mishap."

[philammondotcom]

He grinned a little.

"Want some help cleaning up? I've got nothing else to do, and no where else to go."

[deimos_dot_com]

"No. No. Not right now. I think it's only going to get worse, so there's really no use of it currently. Though... " He looked out at the car. "I guess you could help me out with that."

[philammondotcom]

He turned and looked toward the ruins of the car sitting out front.
"Yes, that certainly does look like it needs some help."

Philammon didn't mention that he didn't have any mechanical knowlege whatsoever... It would be so very unmasculine of him. But then again, he was a music god. What need did he have for car labor? He gave Deimos a really big smile, then jabbed his thumb in the direction of the junk pile.

"I'll just get started then!"

At least it can't get any WORSE, he thought to himself.

[deimos_dot_com]

"You... do know what you're doing right?" He curled his lip, showing a bit of pain at the thought of a strange guy working on his car. It'd be like... some random person making love to his girl... "No, you know what? Don't worry about it. I can take care of it later. Just help me get the bits of it up to the garage." Dei slipped out of the house, not opening the door enough for Philammon to see what was inside. "Just grab the small bits, the chasis can stay there for now." He started gathering bits of metal and screws.

[philammondotcom]

What the hell was "chasis" anyway?

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Deimos came to his idea of just picking the stuff up. Now THAT, he could do.

"Hey, I didn't catch your name... I'm sorry. I know I should remember...."

[deimos_dot_com]

"Deimos. Most just call me Dei." He took an armful of parts to the garage, kicked open the door and flicked on the light with his chin. "It can all go on the worktable in here."

[philammondotcom]

Philammon followed behind him, carefully depositing parts onto the bench Deimos specified.

"It's nice to finally get to know your name. Sorry the thing with Trent didn't work out, by the way. But that album was hot stuff."

He wandered back into the yard to fetch more parts.

[deimos_dot_com]

"it was destined not to. Things were rough. We weren't nice to each other. For all we loved each other, we were completely awful to one another. Did things to hurt the other on purpose. If we'd stayed together, I don't know if either of us would have survived. He surely wouldn't have. A good portion of my desires back then revolved around destroying him." He shrugs. "It was real love, but a tainted one."