Eirene approaches the stranger cautiously, halting a respectful distance away and bowing her head briefly. "I brought him here, and he's under my protection, Phobos." Her voice is deliberately quiet, unassuming. It is the best way to appease this particular god.
"Under your protection?" He reaches out and tugs her close against him. "When I felt your presence here, I thought perhaps your father had already spoken to you."
Eirene tilts her head. "About what?"
Phobos offers, for him, a wide smile. "Our impending nuptials." Like Clark, he lifts a hand to brush against her hair, even leaning forward to inhale the floral scent still clinging.
"I did not agree to a wedding, Phobos. Nor will I. You must be mistaken."
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Date: 2008-03-10 03:51 am (UTC)"Under your protection?" He reaches out and tugs her close against him. "When I felt your presence here, I thought perhaps your father had already spoken to you."
Eirene tilts her head. "About what?"
Phobos offers, for him, a wide smile. "Our impending nuptials." Like Clark, he lifts a hand to brush against her hair, even leaning forward to inhale the floral scent still clinging.
"I did not agree to a wedding, Phobos. Nor will I. You must be mistaken."