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“You seem like you want something, love.” the words left her lips in an instant, a styled quirked brow directed towards the demigod before her. Perfect? ‘Is it the Greek heritage? Does she know who I am? Is it because of what I do here?’ While Eris didn’t mind being complimented this just seemed…not meant for her. Of course, her view of the world was her own means of perfect—but hearing of someone else admire her seemed strange, especially here in such a safe little place.

“I’m really not. I don’t think any god nor goddess is perfect. We are all flawed in some way or another.”

Listening with interest to the answer she got Jinah smiled lightly but with warmth at the goddess. She actually liked it that the other stated that they were all flawed in some way. Not every immortal being would think that way she thought.

“You sound like a nice and wise person.” she answered, the same smile still showing on her lips. “And I’m sorry if I came over like I needed something. I don’t need anything at all. I just...” Looking at the clothes of the goddess in front of her again she gestured at her, “You look so beautiful. I love your clothes. It just came to mind how perfect you looked, so I said that thought aloud.” Rolling her eyes lightly because of her own behavior, she then apologized for it. “I’m sorry if that freaked you out. I’ll go now.” Bowing lightly at her, because she was but a mere demi-god, Jinah passed the goddess by.

The return to the world of the gods had been harder than expected for Zeus. The comments, the disputes, the sad, angry and disappointed faces he’d received upon seeing those he had cared for back again weighed gravely down on him. Apparently, all the bad blood between them, for which he partly or entirely was responsible for, had ran too long in their bloodstreams so it now seemingly was edged to their core. The Greek gods always had been known for their quarrels among each other and were once he had held the power to stop these quarrels, it now felt like they all had turned against him. It wasn’t like he had expected them to lay out a red carpet for him and form a double row while blowing horns and throwing confetti around or something. But he had expected something more. Actually, he had hoped and not expected to receive a kind or warm smile. For at least one of them to be glad with his return. Yet he hadn’t encountered anyone so far and a part of him still hoped, since he hadn’t encountered everyone yet, that one will smile at him and tell him it’s good to see him again.

And what was worst of all was that most of all he missed his wife. After everything that had happened between them he still loved her. He always had done so and he guessed that he’ll always will. Hera wasn’t in the city of Mount Phoenix and with each passing day that she wasn’t here, more questions arose in his mind. Where was she? Was she safe? Had she found someone new? Was she happy? Was it better that he wasn’t in her eternal life anymore? Did she still love him? But what if she would come to Mount Phoenix? What would happen between them then? Zeus feared that her gaze would be cold and that her voice would carry that clear tone of utter disinterest towards him. All of these thoughts were maddening and Zeus knew he had to get a grip on himself or he’d slowly go insane. And thus the god of lightning decided to go and seek comfort in the one place he always had found it in. In the stars of the night sky. So he quickly left his luxurious apartment to head to the park. Glad that it was still open so late at night, he entered it and went to find a bench which would provide him with a clear view on the stars. 

gala I ; &Eris

The council insisted on an event to boost the cheer of the island- something mannerly and refined to show the residents a good time while promoting an atmosphere of glittering romance and excitement.

The Morrigan had asked for a turn towards the endeavour of training the demigods into better warriors. Even Athena had promoted her idea, the two of them together volunteering to take on coordination and execution. -what they had gotten was the exact opposite.

It was not proper to display the intense disapproval and quietly simmering anger roiling beneath marble flesh, especially when she was an acting chaperone. Instead, the Morrigan, bringer of war, immovable object of unstoppable force, placated herself with the domesticality of finding herself a gown.

. . . Even warlords could appreciate fine tailoring.

So when Eris quite literally dances into her, nearly spilling the sweet wine in her glass, the apology on her tongue burbles into a laugh-gasp. "Oh, Artemis! I've never seen you at one of these things before."

Artemis was having a fairly good time at the gala, but she was sure that Sol was entirely responsible for any enjoyment she felt. The event itself was overwhelming - too fancy, too stuffy, too crowded. But she supposed it could have been worse. At least the music was not too loud and the crowd was not too wild. It probably could have been a lot worse, she thought.

When someone bumped right into her, though, she was fully prepared to snap at them for being so careless. Until the woman spoke. It took her a moment to realize who it was. "Oh. Eris." Careless and chaotic as usual, then. Knowing that Eris was present, it was actually surprising that the event had not devolved into anarchy. "Yeah, fancy parties aren't really my thing. I just came to keep Sol company," she commented, waving vaguely toward her date, who had wandered a bit ahead to go talk to one of her little demigod friends.

“I know prom and wedding season are coming up, Miss, but gathering evidence will help us find the person who broke into your store,” Hongbin replied gently, pulling a fingerprint off of the cash register. He had found three individual prints, from what he could tell upon first glance, and she had said there were only two employees, so things were looking good on the evidence front. If he was lucky, maybe the culprit would even already be in the system.

“I just need to take a few extra pictures and I’ll be out of your hair, I promise. I’m sure they won’t mind waiting a few more minutes.” He said that, although the crowd outside the shop was getting rather loud, sounding not unlike the buzz of angry bees. “I’ll be quick.”

Hyuna cackled and wrapped her arm around the goddess. “I’m losing track of who’s hosting all these parties, honestly. I always get invited by a friend of a friend.” She handed Eris a drink, then smirked when she noticed a man giving the goddess the look.

“Oh, mood.” Mia grinned and looked up from the design she’d been working on. “And damn that really suits you! Have you considered not putting it up for sale but instead just keeping it for yourself? It’s not gonna look as good on anyone as it does on you.”

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There were a few people at the masquerade ball Zeus wanted to dance with. One of them was the goddess of discord. Eris and him and been on good terms ever since his arrival at Mount Phoenix last year. The goddess had proven to still ‘support’ him and not judge him the way other Greek deities did. So needless to say that the goddess fell in Zeus’ good graces.

When his daughter was busy chatting away with some people she knew -and fending off some admires with her wits- Zeus decided it had become time for him to seek out the goddess to ask her for a dance. Already having seen from afar that she looked splendid tonight, his chest swelled lightly with gratefulness for her for having helped him pick out his black and white outfit. Thanks to her his outfit looked as suave and powerful as he was.