OOM: The Talk
Mar. 11th, 2008 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dovelikeAfter being unpleasantly surprised by a relative, and getting Clark back to Milliways safely, Eirene picks her way back up the mountain, and slips through the gates for the second time that day. If Phobos wants to have a chat, he'll do so here. On her terms.
She takes her time wandering through the buildings now, and occasionally takes a break to rest in places that she hasn't gone in centuries, like a garden that her mother was particularly fond of near Zeus' temple. It is there she curls up on a bench and waits, eventually drifting off into a half-doze.
It is where Phobos finds her several (mortal) days later, carefully easing her onto his lap with the tenderness one normally reserves for infants and small animals. For several moments, it is just the two of them on top of the world, until Eirene stirs in his arms and murmurs another man's name. Awareness flowers into full being the moment her legs and elbows connect with the ground, an angry god towering above her.
"Who is Clark? That human?" To judge from his expression, Phobos had expected to hear his name, though Eirene isn't quite sure why. She climbs to her feet, dusting off her robes absently, and not at all paying attention to what the younger deity is doing. So it comes as something of a surprise when she's suddenly backed up and pinned against the wall.
"You are mine, Eirene. We will be wed after the equinox and I will not tolerate infidelity on your part. Do you understand me clearly?" Eirene would love to point out that it's kind of hard to say anything, or even nod when his hand is wrapped around her throat, but, well... there is the matter of his fingers trying to squeeze the air out of her lungs.
She can't even fully defend herself, or break the sacred tenants of her own duties. "Let--- let me go --- Phobos. I am not yours yet."
In hindsight, it's probably a bad idea to spit in his face, but that's exactly what she does, his grip loosening in surprise long enough for her to wriggle free and run. The goddess flees down the main avenue, the one that winds from the gates to her father's temple, trying very hard not to wish that, for once, she was not the goddess of peace but something more martial. It stops her in her tracks, that horrible thought, and allows Phobos to catch up and knock her to the ground with his first blow.
Eirene stumbles down the mountain path sometime later, aching everywhere and sporting a fair number of bruises beneath her robes. Phobos was gone when she regained consciousness, and the only place she can think of to go dwells in the hut at the bottom of the mountain.
She takes her time wandering through the buildings now, and occasionally takes a break to rest in places that she hasn't gone in centuries, like a garden that her mother was particularly fond of near Zeus' temple. It is there she curls up on a bench and waits, eventually drifting off into a half-doze.
It is where Phobos finds her several (mortal) days later, carefully easing her onto his lap with the tenderness one normally reserves for infants and small animals. For several moments, it is just the two of them on top of the world, until Eirene stirs in his arms and murmurs another man's name. Awareness flowers into full being the moment her legs and elbows connect with the ground, an angry god towering above her.
"Who is Clark? That human?" To judge from his expression, Phobos had expected to hear his name, though Eirene isn't quite sure why. She climbs to her feet, dusting off her robes absently, and not at all paying attention to what the younger deity is doing. So it comes as something of a surprise when she's suddenly backed up and pinned against the wall.
"You are mine, Eirene. We will be wed after the equinox and I will not tolerate infidelity on your part. Do you understand me clearly?" Eirene would love to point out that it's kind of hard to say anything, or even nod when his hand is wrapped around her throat, but, well... there is the matter of his fingers trying to squeeze the air out of her lungs.
She can't even fully defend herself, or break the sacred tenants of her own duties. "Let--- let me go --- Phobos. I am not yours yet."
In hindsight, it's probably a bad idea to spit in his face, but that's exactly what she does, his grip loosening in surprise long enough for her to wriggle free and run. The goddess flees down the main avenue, the one that winds from the gates to her father's temple, trying very hard not to wish that, for once, she was not the goddess of peace but something more martial. It stops her in her tracks, that horrible thought, and allows Phobos to catch up and knock her to the ground with his first blow.
Eirene stumbles down the mountain path sometime later, aching everywhere and sporting a fair number of bruises beneath her robes. Phobos was gone when she regained consciousness, and the only place she can think of to go dwells in the hut at the bottom of the mountain.