Circe watched Philammon disappear towards the piano and smiled softly. She caught Nyx's eye when there was a free moment in all the undercurrents of conversation whirling about them, and inclined her head slightly.
Then with a nod to the others, she started headed towards the beach and the outskirts of the party. Absently, she rubbed her bruised wrist and put down a still full glass of champagne.
The water was calling her, softly lapping, singing almost. And as the party got more crowded and the spotlight around Nyx clenched tighter, she took the moment for a breather.
She would greet the mother of them all, a little later. But being around so many, she could feel the kindness that Philammon had called out in her, in his confusion and desperation, slowly slipping away.
It was like being encased in ice; a sheath in-scripted with spells declaring her The Witch.
Flidais pointed out Sia’s discomfort with his nephew, but Thanatos didn’t have time to be concerned for he watched Khaos distract Phobetor from further squeezing her escort. “He will be fine. My grandmother is there with them,” he said with no indication to which “he” was being referred to.
“Moros, I am going to introduce Flidais to Hades momentarily, if she is ready to meet him."
He glanced between them, "Would you like to accompany us and greet our Lord?” Thanatos wasn’t aware of Moros paying Hades a visit at his newly constructed and certainly uncanny temple on Mount Olympus previously.
Flidais smiles up at Thanatos, her voice laced with awe.
"Your grandmother is beautiful Thanatos."
Flidais hands off her untouched glass of wine and loops her arm through Thanatos. She smiles at Moros and offers her other arm to him even though she highly doubts that he'll take it.
Moros thought about what Thanatos said. He knew odder things had happened, but he hadn't seen them, and Doom did not disclose the secrets of others like some gossipy old housewife. Besides, though some things he knew were comical to him, none could surpass the amusement he felt about the time Death got drunk in France and attempted to kiss a horse. Perhaps he would tell Flidais about that one later.
Glancing over at his grandmother, he noticed the Egyptian she was with...the one that his oddball nephew had been hugging. Grandmother was dating now? Well, it would certainly make relations with the Egyptians...interesting.
Then he turned back to his brother...and Flidais, and their offer to go and speak with Hades.
"I have already spoken with Hades recently. I see no reason to repeat it"
Escorting his beloved in on his arm, he caught the glimpse of a rather unsettled Peitho dissipating away in a burst of glitter, catching sight of the boyish thing standing nearest to where she combusted into glitter. Anteros didn’t recognize this god, but he was one of theirs and would have known him in his dreams. He would have known him as Morpheus under an altered appearance
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Lachesis sensed Anteros' tension without much benefit of preternatural knowledge. While she might not be able to read his thoughts, his body language spoke volumes. The Measurer herself saw Peitho dissipate, and arched a brow, and took stock of the room. She already knew Clotho was on her way over to Khaos with Meagara; the Kindly One would be greeted a bit later. Moros was occupied with Morpheus, and that was an interaction Lachesis wasn't most eager for - she had no fears about Doom's function affecting Anteros, although she was certain that his form might want to. Nyx, of course, was entertaining. Lachesis suppressed a frown. Unlike many of her mother's children, Lachesis usually kept a distance from Night, for numerous reasons. However, it was her mother's function, and it would only do to be polite. Besides, the company she was keeping was pleasant and reasonably unvolatile, at least insofar as how they were likely to respond to An
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Clotho pulled Meagara to Khaos, Phobetor, Nike, and Sia, carefully avoiding any recent ex-lovers or loves in the process. The Maiden hugged her grandmother with great affection, doing the same for Nike and Ike ((ha!)), offering a proper curtsey to her grandmother's Egyptian companion.
Seeing Death and Strawberry Shortcake mosey on past him in the direction of Hades, Morpheus swaggers across and over to his Uncle Moros, "Long time no see, You are as bad as Than, you don't ever get some shut eye."
Moros made a nod at his brother and he and the Celt left to talk to Hades. He took a swig of his absinthe, contemplating the idea of retiring to a dark corner until his mother was free. She would sense his presence, but he would have to say hello at some point anyway.
Glancing down to the side he saw his nephew approach and comment on his sleeping habits or lack thereof.
"I do not require sleep, Morpheus. Therefore, I do not" came his flat response
"I can have fun without the aid of you crawling around in my mind." he warned
Moros took another drink of his absinthe. Doom did not sleep. Doom did not like the idea of sleep, since it was completely useless to him. He would much rather spend time being constructive than waste time in his nephew's landscape.
He glanced down at the joint in Morpheus' hand. He knew what it was. He didn't need to ask.
"You smoke far too much of that. It's weak" Doom added
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Then with a nod to the others, she started headed towards the beach and the outskirts of the party. Absently, she rubbed her bruised wrist and put down a still full glass of champagne.
The water was calling her, softly lapping, singing almost. And as the party got more crowded and the spotlight around Nyx clenched tighter, she took the moment for a breather.
She would greet the mother of them all, a little later. But being around so many, she could feel the kindness that Philammon had called out in her, in his confusion and desperation, slowly slipping away.
It was like being encased in ice; a sheath in-scripted with spells declaring her The Witch.
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“Moros, I am going to introduce Flidais to Hades momentarily, if she is ready to meet him."
He glanced between them, "Would you like to accompany us and greet our Lord?” Thanatos wasn’t aware of Moros paying Hades a visit at his newly constructed and certainly uncanny temple on Mount Olympus previously.
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"Your grandmother is beautiful Thanatos."
Flidais hands off her untouched glass of wine and loops her arm through Thanatos. She smiles at Moros and offers her other arm to him even though she highly doubts that he'll take it.
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Glancing over at his grandmother, he noticed the Egyptian she was with...the one that his oddball nephew had been hugging. Grandmother was dating now? Well, it would certainly make relations with the Egyptians...interesting.
Then he turned back to his brother...and Flidais, and their offer to go and speak with Hades.
"I have already spoken with Hades recently. I see no reason to repeat it"
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"Very well, there is plenty of company to find here tonight."
He smiled at his brother and offered his arm to Flidais, "Lady? Off to see Hades we shall go."
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But then great grandma gave him a bag. Yay! Pursecandy! He picked things out of it and started to eat them and then offered the bag to NikeVictory.
"Do you want some pursecandy, Snail?"
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"Hi everyone," she said with a smile.
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Glancing down to the side he saw his nephew approach and comment on his sleeping habits or lack thereof.
"I do not require sleep, Morpheus. Therefore, I do not" came his flat response
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Moros took another drink of his absinthe. Doom did not sleep. Doom did not like the idea of sleep, since it was completely useless to him. He would much rather spend time being constructive than waste time in his nephew's landscape.
He glanced down at the joint in Morpheus' hand. He knew what it was. He didn't need to ask.
"You smoke far too much of that. It's weak" Doom added
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