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Familial Bondage. Or something.

Dec 11, 2004 11:14

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 ( Read more... )

strife, enyo, eris

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str1fe December 12 2004, 03:51:25 UTC

He stumbled out of Ares' temple, his blood pouring out onto the ground wilting the grass and painting the walk as he held his arms around his chest...freezing in his own blood. How it was that he could still walk was in itself amazing, if not for the drive to do so. If seemed to him like he was never going to get back to his place which was just a skip and a hop from War's Temple and between his mothers. He had difficulty getting completely out the gate and crumbled to the ground caught halfway between the gate and the other side. The least likely person imaginable showed up. She'd been gone, he didn't know where but that didn't matter to him as here she was. He was unsure...rattled...he lost sense of who Enyo was...

"Momma...he won't let us be. Uncle hates me..." he said into Enyo's mind in a regressed childish voice.

mayhem_dot_com December 12 2004, 10:04:27 UTC

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 ( ... )

mischief_dotcom December 12 2004, 10:37:14 UTC

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

str1fe December 12 2004, 10:49:34 UTC

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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