#goddessoftheflames

Zeva watched the theatrics play out before her like some horrendous medieval play that modern humans would try and recreate about a time they knew nothing about. The way Pele threw herself to the ground wearing her usual tribal garb and the explosive expressions were familiar and somehow not as exhausting as she would have remembered. This was actually very fun and she wanted to play. But she would have to tone it down. The last time she played her way, it wasn’t as playful as people would consider. 

Plucking the papers from their spot and tucking them into a folder nearby, she quietly folded the important documents away and turned in her chair towards the goddess. Whether or not it was the flame of the fire-place might have been irrelevant but it did smell oddly like the burning ember she liked. 

“You thought I was actually sad? You disappear for years at a time, I was not expecting an actual face to show up alongside a piece of parchment sent out what felt like eons ago.” She sighed and switched her legs, crossing them over one another and listening to the rant before her. Wow, it had been this long and Pele still had the right idea about her? Astonishing.

“Hold on a minute, please, Pele. You’re heating up the room and I can not afford to sweat right now.” She tilted her head gently and laid it in her palm, the other fussing with the little trinkets on her flute. “You state I am the annoying harpy when the first thing you do upon arriving in my very private study is throw yourself to the ground as if you are in your own one woman play? I am not sure about you but that is truly an annoyance.”

Smirking gently, she thought about how truly hypocritical she was. Oh well. Comme ci, comme ça~ The woman would never truly change, unfortunately, but it did lead for an interesting after-life. 

“Why do you not have a seat? A real one on my lounge or a chair instead of the floor you seem to admire? I was not expecting you to show but now that you have, why don’t you indulge me on your life? How are your children? They still exist, correct? I’ve yet to chew on some tasty God souls~”

@goddessoftheflames

“Oh good Lucifer, please.”

Zeva stared at the goddess before her, an amused smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. How long had it been since Pele had paid her a visit? How long had it been since she’d seen Pele in general? It had to have been a few years, the lives and distinct differences tugging them away from each other. Of course she absolutely adored bothering the Volcano woman. It was always incredibly entertaining to pluck at her nerves, but it had been way too long.

The spirit shifted from one foot to the other and placed her hands on her hips as an ear splitting cackle released from her lips. What a fascinating statement.

She then tucked a piece of her bouncing curls behind her head and leaned forward, watching the woman across the room. “You think that you could even begin to replicate those humorous films? I would love to see it!” The tone in her voice dripped sarcasm, the same tone boiling over her features as well.

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

The front door to the spirit’s house was seemingly always unlocked. 

It never really bothered her seeing as she had a chance to partake in interesting scenarios with bothersome humans who assumed that the place was abandoned. But it was not always noticed until they had stumbled upon a fully furnished mansion with marble floors and granite counter tops and made such thunderous exclamations that reached her room. That was when play-time began and things got a lot more lively.

However, there was usually a certain aura that accompanied different species as well. Spirits were more noticeable, humans were either this way or that and then Gods and Goddesses, despite their large ego’s, were almost too hard to detect. That led to a lot of weird encounters and even more mocking depending on which one decided to pop by. Which led into this specific night as well.

Zeva had just gotten out of her infamously long bath, suds sticking to her naked self with ease as she lifted from the now cool waters and onto a white, plush rug that soaked up the droplets. Her bathroom was steamed with the previously hot water and the spirit took just a minute to enjoy the warmth before ignoring the towel and moving out into her lavish, shadowed bedroom. The only light that provided vision was that that spilled out of the bathroom as she graced her way to the dresser drawers.

In less than a few seconds, the presence of the other being in the room made itself apparent at the same time as the comment and the young spirit gasped, flinging herself around to face the intruder. The shock disappeared when she noticed Pele standing there, it melting into a seductive smirk almost immediately. 

“We never chose anything like that, it simply just was.”

As Zeva stood in front of the woman, her arms crossed against her chest. The motion looked as if she was too indifferent but it really was a way to feel in control again. Pele came after her before with words about their past relationship and she never really let it affect her too much. Yet now seemed different; they were starting to annoy her. Switching her weight from the right side to the left, she tilted her head as if it was almost the craziest statement she had ever heard.

“Pele, dearest, do you understand that we are just too much of different beings to even qualify for a peaceful relationship. Although peaceful does get a little boring after a while.” She placed a finger against her lip pensively before falling back onto the piece of furniture within Pele’s domain. “You keep me entertained whether or not you like this ‘toxic’ play we have. I think it is very well deserved.” 

Zeva scoffed and leaned her body against the comfort of the couch she lay on. Pele knew better than to ask these kinds of questions. If she ‘knew so much about her’ then she would know that any human life questions were completely unwanted. The woman still persisted though, probably using the fact that she had known the spirit for a while as a trump card to get information out. Either way, it was troublesome but she supposed she could indulge. It had been a while anyways.

“No.”

It was short and curt, the small woman’s voice carrying enough of tension in it to make a point.

For a hero who challenges his foes to “settle it man-to-man” having to fight six enemies at once is a bit overwhelming. Especially when the opponents cheat, using some kind of illusion technology to create duplicates of themselves.

For whatever reason, his foes, mercenaries working for Foundation X decided to attack the city of Hanalei. The why isn’t important. He fights to protect the people of this city. If any of them have superhuman powers, they’re hidden very well. That leaves him heavily outnumbered.

The battle is a brutal affair, and to say he got out of it without injury would be lying. He took more than a few blows to the head, and a few hits that canceled out his armor, leaving him vulnerable to more.

If he were in a state capable of rational thought, he would stagger towards the hospital to get treated. But the fog in his head won’t fade, and his sense of direction has been skewed. So Gentaro stumbles down the road towards the national park built around an active volcano.

“A giving mood, you say?”

Zeva cooed, eyes staring down the Hawaiian goddess before her as she leaned further into the curved palm tree. The ocean breeze picked up slightly as the moon rose higher into the night and the stars settled above them. Whatever this ‘giving mood’ was that Pele was in, the spirit did not care for what it was. She had come specifically to talk about which souls she was allowed to reap but had a strong feeling this would not lead into that.

Giving the most polite smile she could manage, she kept her tone light.

“I wish to discuss something about your precious humans. Will you still be giving?”