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This isn't bar brawling ---

Jan 16, 2006 16:10

With Lethe upstairs doing only who knew what and Strife asleep in his lap, it would have been (should have been) safe to assume that Pothos was sleepy and tired and obscenely drunk, as well. That his day, this day was over. That the alcohol had finally gotten to him and would soon, soon, soon lead him to the realms of Hypnos. But no, despite the ( Read more... )

himeros, zelos, pothos, zeus, phlegethon

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zelos_dotcom January 16 2006, 08:24:56 UTC

Zelos turned in one of the many hallways, and looked in the direction of the recieving hall...feeling and hearing the most annoying creature and sound upon all of Olympus...

Pothos.

Swiftly Jealousy turned, and stalked across through the temple to, eyes glaring. He swept around the corners and down the stairs with his wings dragging the ground until he saw the prompous prick standing outside the temple.

"What business have you here?" Zelos demanding, standing tall and glaring. "His and Her Highness are not receiving visitors at this moment, they are both detained..."

winged_desire January 16 2006, 08:34:03 UTC

Blinking in supposed surprised, Pothos affected an offended, injured tone, lips curving downwards slightly.

"I cannot come and visit you? Really, Zelos. You wound me. The last time we spoke things went so well." He sidled up to the irate god, Zelos' wings in their full splendid array, twitching in agitation as he came closer and closer. "Think of how well things could go this time around..."

Lips in a pouty smirk (it was possible), "So, so well." Reaching out and around to idly caress the other god's wings.

Briefly, Anteros' warning registered but he waved it away. What did Anteros know about any of this? What did any of them know about any of this?

zelos_dotcom January 16 2006, 08:40:21 UTC

"Then I will remind you of how well they went, Little Monkey..." Zelos said pulling away from Pothos.

"I have business that doesn't involve you, so I will leave you to your...Self-ministrations."

Then Zelos turned to head back the way he had come, hoping to put much distance between himself and the god-creature that was Yearning.

winged_desire January 16 2006, 08:48:16 UTC

If there was one thing that Pothos was, it was persistent. Stubborn, even. Insane, yes. Suicidal, perhaps.

"I care not for self-ministrations when there is always someone to take care of my needs." Tilting his head and falling in step with Jealousy, "Poor Zelos. I only realized now that self-ministrations must be all you know. Worry not. I am sure someone will desire you the way you wish to be desired."

An evil, evil, evil grin on his face, "How goes your campaign? Have you taken Victory? Or are you hopeless at that, as well?"

Eyes narrowing, "Do you not hate it when you are helpless when it comes to the people you love. Completely and utterly hopeless."

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king_dot_com January 17 2006, 09:40:35 UTC

Zeus threw open the double doors with a thought and forcibly removed Phlegethon from that entire side of the room with another.

"Hands. To. Yourself." The room was returned to temperature.

Not that Zeus particulary agreed with what had been happening, but Zelos had been goaded and was still being goaded. A one-on-one fight and Pothos knew how to end it all on his own.

winged_desire January 17 2006, 09:44:12 UTC

Pothos' eyes fluttered open when he felt Desire (his, his, forever his and he came). The only thought ringing clearly throughout him, the only thing making sense past all the pain he was feeling, the only thing ---

Himeros.

Nothing else mattered. Not the fact this would take ages to heal. Not the still cresting tide of Zelos' fury. Not the appearance of a certain Underworlder and having to make himself the hero.

Just ---

Himeros.

And then the King of gods just had to pick now to show up.

Fuck it.

zelos_dotcom January 17 2006, 09:53:40 UTC

Zelos growled at his Uncle, but wasn't given a chance to react before his Lord and Master appeared in the hall. His rage didn't cease, but he stopped and bowed a head to his King...body shaking from physical restraint.

"My King," He said with a controlled voice. He was so angry, so full of hate and loathing.

"Forgive me, I did not mean to disturb his Highness."

winged_ardour January 17 2006, 10:01:12 UTC

The moment Zelos was away from Pothos, Himeros rushed over to Pothos' side, only having half-registered Phlegethon' arrival and then Zeus'.

Oh gods. Blood. Blood. Blood. Pothos!

His cry was anguished and contained within him - Pothos needed him to be strong. Choking back the sobs, he reached out carefully to touch the other erote's, his counterpart's, his heart's, knee and whispered soothingly, "I'm here, Pothos. I'm here."

I'm here. I'm here. I'm here...

Tears pricked against his eyes and he fought them back.

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