OOM: The Raid
Mar. 6th, 2008 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There is a forest outside Eirene's door, one that stretches up the side of a mountain. The trees aren't anything like Midwestern America - most of them are smaller and bear fruit. Some even bear olives. She finishes moving forward to give Clark enough room to escape the small hut they are exiting from.
"Up there, behind the clouds, is my home." She points at the distance top of the mountain, currently shrouded in low-lying nimbus clouds.
"Up there, behind the clouds, is my home." She points at the distance top of the mountain, currently shrouded in low-lying nimbus clouds.
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Date: 2008-03-07 05:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-07 06:06 am (UTC)Beat.
"And then I'll take you back."
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Date: 2008-03-07 08:58 pm (UTC)"Okay, then. Let's go."
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Date: 2008-03-07 09:29 pm (UTC)The walk to the highest temple is pleasant. Faint floral scents sweep by on the breeze, a fragrance left over from those few plants and flowerbeds still in bloom. Even with the sacred fire gone, there is still life on Olympus. Eirene points out a home or two along the way; the second belonged to her mother - a sedate building set back from the byway near the top.
"We tended to many of the younger gods; Aphrodite, Dionysus, Kore, when they were children." She leads the way up the last set of stairs to an imposing courtyard, beyond which sits an equally imposing home.
After kneeling down and pressing her forehead to the ground in homage to her father's temple, Eirene straightens up and turns to look the way they came. Beyond them, past the temples and other buildings that make up this abandoned paradise, is a panoramic view of the Western world - almost like someone built a perfect replica of a flattened globe.
"This is what I wanted you to see, Clark. That, out there, is Gaea."
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Date: 2008-03-07 09:54 pm (UTC)"It's looks awfully big from up here," he finally says, voice soft.
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Date: 2008-03-07 10:16 pm (UTC)This is probably the first time she's used 'people' instead of 'mortals' or 'them'.
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Date: 2008-03-07 11:43 pm (UTC)Softly: "We should probably head back."
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Date: 2008-03-08 01:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-08 01:31 am (UTC)Oh, yeah. That was real smooth.
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Date: 2008-03-08 01:44 am (UTC)"I mean, I'll be okay if you want to stay. It's your home. You should spend some time," he shrugs. "If you want."
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Date: 2008-03-08 02:22 am (UTC)"Just ghosts here and not much else."
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Date: 2008-03-08 02:33 am (UTC)Then he nods. "Do you think any of the others ever come back?"
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Date: 2008-03-08 03:01 am (UTC)Eirene moves closer to the edge of the courtyard and settles along one of the low walls to gaze down on the empty city.
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Date: 2008-03-08 03:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-08 03:27 am (UTC)"In some ways, yes. Too silent, there aren't any revels going on below, or people laughing in the streets. I wasn't ever fully comfortable here, though. I'm something of an anomoly."
Well, every family has to have one.
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Date: 2008-03-08 03:40 am (UTC)"We can go now, if you want."
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Date: 2008-03-08 03:51 am (UTC)It's a familiar trait.
"So what will put a smile on your face, Clark?"
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Date: 2008-03-08 04:06 am (UTC)"I think just being with you is reason enough to smile."
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Date: 2008-03-08 04:42 am (UTC)"Come here, flatterer."
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Date: 2008-03-08 05:00 am (UTC)Clark does walk over to where she is, though. Never let it be said he can't do what he's told. Occasionally.
"You called?"
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Date: 2008-03-08 05:04 am (UTC)"Thank you, Clark. For being brave enough to come here with me."
A'course, he might also get an eskimo kiss, too.
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Date: 2008-03-08 05:13 am (UTC)Clark's arms slip around her waist and that eskimo kiss, well, becomes just a kiss in short order.
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