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[golden_lyre]

[OOM: Out of his sleep, from time to time,
From between half open lips,
Escaped the bewildered words which try to tell
The tale of his bright night
And his wing-shadowed day
The soaring flights of thought beneath the sun
Above the islands of the seas
And all the deserts, all the pastures, all the plains
Of the distracting foreign land.]Orpheus'

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omg let me know if this is a bad plan

[risen_from]

She says:

"Hard day? Wanna talk about it?"

lol, let's give it a shot. :)

[golden_lyre]

He glances over at her, eyes slowly taking in her form, then turns back to his drink.

"Why? You want to listen?"

:D

[risen_from]

'Dite smiles, crossing one smooth leg over the other.

"To you. Anytime."

[golden_lyre]

He downs a quick shot of ouzo and pours another glass.

"'M done singing for the night."

[risen_from]

"I did say 'talk.'"

She inspects one of her nails, absently, for flecks of dirt or disorder. There are none.

"It's been such a long time."

[golden_lyre]

"It has."

He's wary of her, drunk or sober. He's wary of most of the gods.

"Didn't think you took that much interest in me."

[risen_from]

"You should know better," she chides, a faint smile curving her lips.

"I take an interest in everyone. Of course, here, I'm just another girl alone at the bar."

(She doesn't think this is true at all.

But it does sound so nicely in line with those rule things they have here.)

[golden_lyre]

"You're never just another girl."

Even Orpheus can admit that. Even now.

[risen_from]

Aphrodite laughs, her smile turning bright and fresh as the morning.

"Fine, fine." She holds up a hand: I surrender. "Maybe it'd be easier if I were. Everyone loves a good girl next door."

[golden_lyre]

He shakes his head. "Everyone loves you. They have to, don't they?"

[risen_from]

"You say that," she murmurs, "like it's a bad thing."

Her fingertip traces an idle path along the countertop, and she is half watching her progress and half looking at him, her lashes gleaming gold where they catch the light. The faintest scent of violets and roses drifts in.

After a moment she shakes her head, lightly.

[golden_lyre]

His eyes narrow when he catches that scent, and he sits back a bit, pouring himself another drink.

"I'm not sure it isn't."

[risen_from]

She laughs.

"Aren't you? You, of all people, can't tell me it's better to have never loved at all."

[golden_lyre]

"Some days I'm not so sure about that."

[risen_from]

Aphrodite's eyebrows arch delicately. "Oh."

The scent of flowers has yet to fade, undercut by a cool whisper of ocean breeze. Her fingertip stops in its gentle, arcing path along the wood counter.

"Well," she says.

"You know which side I come down on."

[golden_lyre]

"Of course."

He takes another drink and refills his glass.

"I don't mean that." Even at his darkest moments, he doesn't wish he'd never met her.