Έρις

✵  “you’re the hunter aren’t you?” head still hangs upside down, silk curtain nearly brushing the floor. blinks at the human like he’s thick. he is, she   supposes.   but she still likes him. “hunter. hunt-her. one of her own arrowheads should do it. or procure one off hephy.”

✵   “my,” squints, counting, comes up with 2+2 = 5 and decides it’s good enough, “grand niece whatever removed, doesn’t particularly like me. but she’s a hunter, wouldn’t leave something trackable without reason.” pushes herself further up the table, neck craned to study laptop screen. “someone pissed her off. exploding arrowheads. hephaestos probably made them for her. he’s generally amenable.”

✵  “ i said what i said. ”

✵   “ boring. but probably a good decision for your health. you wouldn’t be the first toy i’d ever broken. ”

✵   “ careful what you wish for. ”   feral smile. a challenge. magical or not - would be foolish to take on chaos herself.

✵    “ because my mother and grandmother don’t see you as worth interfering with. that’s my job. and he’s too much fun where he is. ”    shrug. head tilt. lackadaisical. in fighting is of no concern ;;; enlivening.   “ not all goddesses are made equal.   ”   pointed glance at chest, laughter.

✵   “ chaotic good, neutral, evil. pah. bullshit. im chaotic entertaining. ”

✵   “ in fairness to me, against the greatest lie ever told. i didn’t drag you into that. you picked that apple up all yourself, and your husband in his infinite wisdom picked a fucking mortal to choose between divinity. “

✵   “ wine is just a greek smoothie. ”

✵     “ god is dead and all the cryptids are here. “

                                                                                                                  for she is harsh ; no man loves her