Hiding Out [for fever_crusade]

[dovelike]

It doesn't take too long for Eirene to get from her apartment to the Kent farm, not even after taking time out to pack a duffel of things she doesn't want to lose; in case her brother comes back and decides to break things because she's not there to endure another fight. Not for the first time, she thinks it's sad that the lives of immortals really do mirror their mortal counterparts.

Not even a deity is exempt from familial abuse, and she's an easier target than most because she can't fight back. Jaw and face still aching from Ares' fist, she blurs to the farmhouse's front door and knocks nervously.

"Martha?"

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[fever-crusade.livejournal.com]

A bit warily, Martha gives her her hand. "All right..."

[eirenikos]

Eirene places her slightly smaller one around it, and breathes out slowly. What Martha should be feeling, providing things so smoothly, is a subtle sense of peace working away at some of the tension she's been holding inside of her for years.

It won't erase all the memories, and it isn't an instant quick-fix, but the goddess should be able to blunt the pain to a level that doesn't control everything else.

And, yes, Martha, those are tears.

[fever-crusade.livejournal.com]

Martha doesn't know what to say, and for awhile, she doesn't say anything at all, just leans back against the couch, staring blankly ahead.

Then she exhales. "Well."