clever as the devil .

mpapollo​:

[...] His eyes squinted further in a glare at her stab. “Oh, I sure do. I know all too well.” He gritted, and his hand reached up, cupping her cheek tightly in her hand. “But you forget, in your wickedness, you helped me.” He taunts her back, feeding off of her chaos. “You helped me realized that I wasted my time trying to understand and love someone who only cared about herself. That there is nothing wrong with chaos, other than the bitch in control of it.”

And perhaps in a way, she had asked for the taunt by approaching him first. Eris is not entirerly sure what she had expected, if she had had any expectations. A bitter hello? Yes. An apology? Well overdue, but never to be heard from a god who's ego was higher than the clouds. A request for an apology? One she most certainly would reject with vigor.

It's not the senseless jibes that get to Eris, or even the call of bitch that she's heard time and time again. But it is the reminder of the abandonment and ignorance that Apollo holds over her head, a cruel reminder as if she were the one to turn away from what had been the beginning of the first honest and true friendship a goddess of her reputation had experienced. He had shown her the warmth of the sun when it wasn't trapped behind dark clouds, and then in the next turned them blacker than black after what had to be the greatest misunderstanding in the three realms.

That is what sets Eris off, like a match to oil. The parasol hits the ground, the hand that holds her face slapped away with a force that could shatter glass any other day but Apollo is made of the resilient stuff most gods are, and though it may barely smart him, she prepares to follows it with a open-palmed strike across his conceited face, arm cocked back and wrist cutting sharp through the air.

But she halts sharp just shy of the sun god's face, her nails narrowly skitting past his skin. Eris curls her fingers into her palm until it aches, dropping it to her side.  "You are not worth my destruction," Eris spits, smoothing her skirts with a feigned calm. "But let me remind you, Apollon, you are the one that has lost everything he's touched. And I can promise you, unpleasant as you are, I took no part in that. You accomplished it all on your own."

She retrieves her parasol, blocking the rays as she turns towards her initial path, but not without eyeing the sun god up and down with untethered spite. "Who's really the pitiful one here?"

☾ horror media ✵ ACCEPTING! ☽

Eris is quick to turn on her heel in the dilapidated doorway of the 'haunted' house, stopping the demigod in his tracks with an eyeroll at his every debby-downer talk. "There are things far scarier than cobwebs and creaky floorboards, my dear. No axe murderers or men in hockey masks."

"But if you're that scared, feel free to wait outside." The goddess grins, teasing, near provoking, gaze alight with purple-eyed mischief as she lingers in the dark threshold of the abandoned home. "Just scream if you need me."

☾ horror media ✵ ACCEPTING! ☽

The fox deity has a knack of saying the right thing to capture her attention.

"Oh, and you're offering? My expectations are high, my dear, you best fill those shoes well." The grin on Eris' face is terrifying to someone, but to Inari she hopes its an invitation to the wicked sparks in her eyes at such a tempting string of words. Eris' dearest Nut may call them a bad influence, but Eris is drawn to Inari's unbridled chaos.

So she looks to what Inari sees, head tilting. Oh. "Delicious indeed."

☾ horror media ✵ ACCEPTING! ☽

Eris looks at the sun god with her lashes fluttering, the epitome of stupefied on her face, as clear and apparent as the almond cream mustache on her lip. She looks left, then right, before snorting into her hand, tickled. "Here's a not-so secret, my dear. There's only one thing that loves me in this world, and its name is chaos," The beautiful saucer clinks as Eris sets down her mug, leaning forward with a glint in her eye, swiftly ridding the sugar on her lip with a flick of tongue. "Delicious, glorious chaos," She smirks into her cocoa. "You should try it sometime."

𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾’𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳 ‘22 ;; 𝑨𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑲/𝑫𝑨

☾ affection meme ✵ accepting! ☽

"Oh, you shouldn't have. No really, you shouldn't." Eris says with a wavering smile, one that looks a buff away from slipping. She never quite knows what to do with her expression whenever facing someone from her home pantheon. Hecate is well enough, though,

The dressing room bustles quietly as the performers prepare, but Eris sets down her makeup brush, cradling the bouquet. She fluffs the petals, a twist on her wine-red lips. "Are you giving me these from the good of your heart, or is there something you want?"

☾ cooking prompts ✵ closed! ☽

"of course i do, my dear! but it requires only enough to deglaze. unless we're making drunken duck, there's more than enough to go around." eris says, lightly pinching the god's cheek in a way thats both condescending and telling of her light mood thanks to her third—fourth? helping of the wine.

and cheers to the fifth, maybe, as she pours yet another serving of red, sipping it with a pleased sigh. "don't be so stingy, have a taste."

☾ CTD FROM HERE ✵ @mperosx ☽

“Well, I’ll be!” A laugh bubbles up from Eris' chest at the expletive. Its not the greeting she's expecting, but she's no less delighted by it, squeezing Eros' jaw just enough to show she's indeed present and persistent, candid to properly uproot his oh-so tranquil me time.

"Oh, you wound me, god of love. Don't tell me you've tired of chaos already?"  Eris rounds the god's seat to steal the one in front of him, smoothly taking his espresso in her lace-gloved hands. She's got about a dozen bags dangling from her arms in varying sizes and colors, burgundy brimmed hat tipped low over neat curls, as if she hadn't just spent her entire morning indulging in retail therapy. Her matching red lips twist at the taste of the espresso though, sliding it back to Eros with shudder. "Ugh, I believe the mortal world has dulled your tastes, my dear."

mp-skylar·:

[...] Once she arrived, she hurriedly put her things in a locker, locked it up, but then opened it right back up cause she forgot her water bottle. Once she got that out, she locked it back up before heading towards the room that she was told. She opened the door, and was about to start apologizing when she was left in awe with the sight in front of her. 

Her words nearly went over her head as she watched with her mouth open, though she quickly closed it back up and shook her head out of her stunned look and nodded.

“Sorry sorry! Things just.. got a bit out of hand,” she says softly, “I didn’t mean to waste your time, my la- I mean uh–” she stumbled with her words before she placed her water bottle down before walking towards her instructor. “I’ll be more punctual next time, I promise. I’ll also work hard today!” she says enthusiastically, hoping it would clear up the nervousness that built up in her due to being late among other things.

 Eris considers Skylar with a purse of her lips and a glint in her eye that's more play than malice. She hums finally, placated by the young woman's apology. She had shown up, and its as much as Eris can be thankful for. It was a smart decision on her part. Eris has been known to reclaim her wasted time in less than conventional ways. Half an hour isn't a lot, this time.

"You're lucky you're cute. Don't be late again, hm?" Eris boops Skylar's nose then, heading to the speaker system. "Let's not waste any more time, my dear. We'll loosen your body first before hopping to the poles."

The goddess puts on something undistracting, but with a bass that still reverbrates through the studio floors. There's already two mats laid out facing one another, towels rolled to support their neck, hips, whatever may be needed. Its clear this stretching session will feature more of the instructor leading, appropriately situating her student's limbs that provides a deep, satisfactory stretch. Its needed if Skylar will be on the pole for this session. Eris is a firm teacher, but contrary to popular belief, she doesn't want her dancers to be uncomfortable, or to get hurt under her careful eye.

mp-skuld·:

[...] “Darling, how many times have I told you to leave the little threads alone and come to me if you need them gone?” She scolds in a gentle tone of voice, already motioning the other woman towards the back room. “One day I won’t have the time to help you and you’ll have to actually go on stage naked, and then what?” She shakes her head like she can’t believe any of this, but her smile is soft and fond and she walks over towards the back room easily.

“It won’t take all too long to fix this, but you’ll have to take the dress off. You can look for something else to wear in the store if you’d like, or you can just sit in the back with me - whatever you want, darling.”

The pout on Eris' bright red lips lifts a bit, amusement pinching the corners at the thought of going on stage in the nude. She, for one doesn't have a problem with it, doesn't think many of her fans would. But the club has its rules and she abides by them for Eros' sake more than his own. It's his business, afterall. Its a thought she keeps to herself in the end, clearing her throat. 

"You're such a peach, whatever what I do without your talents?" The goddess says as she finds a secluded spot to shimmy out of the dress, wrapping herself in a silk robe made of shadows and glossy sequins patterned like a thousand stars. It is what they are actually, gifted to her by her mother. To Skuld, she passes over the fraying dress to the goddesses capable hands, unceremoniously dropping down into the nearest seat. She doesn't quite have the energy to walk about, not after that scare fest. Eris watches Skuld instead, gingerly raking her fingers through her curls. 

Bring in the chaos

;; "Seriously, E?" Eyebrow raised in a signature smirk, he eyed the apple that seemed to come with Eris' ensemble. "Last time you had one of those..." He pretended to be thoughtful. "Far from me to discourage you though, the last time you threw a controversial apple in a gathering I got to beat the crap out of Athena."

An old-time villainy laugh erupts from Eris, tears practically wetting her eyes at the memory. No matter its twists and turns, that era was Eris' prime. She'll forever reminisce in it, gala apple puns included. 

"What a marvel that was! And I loved watching every minute of it." Eris croons, taking a bite of the ripe, crisp fruit. "We both know Athena had it coming with that mouth of hers."

She scans the crowd, giving a disappointed shrug.  "Too bad neither she nor Hera is here. I just know she'd be beautifully livid."