@songsofdivinity sent a raven: ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ (Minthe for Hades)

       Eyes  narrow  briefly,  considering.  Was  she  genuinely  upset  or  simply  attempting  to  pull  a  response  from  him.  Seeking  further  affections  that  he'd  had  no  intention  of  giving  her.  No,  she  seemed  to  believe  that  he'd  offered  her  hollow  words  in  place  of  filling  fare.  Which  he  supposed  wasn't  entirely  her  fault  in  assuming,  reaching  out  to  lightly  clasp  her  jaw. 

“I  would  never.'  Thumb  lightly  brushing  across  her  chin  to  trail  the  dull  edge  of  the  nail  along  her  lower  lip.  ”I  meant  what  I  said,  I  do  care  for  you  Minthe.  My  precious  gem.'

       Perhaps  not  to  her  extent,  pretty  though  she  was.  Charming  as  she  was.  At  the  end  of  the  day  she  was  still  a  nymph,  and  even  had  he  been  so  inclined  to  consider  offering  her  the  throne  she'd  never  be  able  to  properly  hold  it.  But  she  did  hold  his  affections,  and  that  was  more  than  enough,  or  should  be,  eaning  down  to  kiss  the  her  hairline  at  the  temple,  inhaling  deeply  before  pulling  back. 

“Now  why  mar  this  moment  with  sullen  looks,  hm?  I  crafted  this  lovely  bracelet  for  you  from  emerald  and  gold  and  you  only  want  to  throw  it  back  in  my  face?'  A  soft  tut.  ”Come,  give  me  your  hand.'

@angcltouched sent a raven: ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ( asterion to hades )

       Not  the  best  one,  eyeing  the  mortal  sitting  across  them  whose  arrogant  expression  was  very  much  reminding  Hades  of  that  man  who'd  invited  himself  and  Odysseus  to  his  dinner  table.  Had  had  the  audacity  to  demand  his  wife  and  expect  no  retribution.  The...  vibe,  that  was  the  word,  was  the  same.  Breath  stealing  gall  in  the  face  of  absolute  ruin.  Were  he  a  younger  god  he  might  allow  it,  might  set  loose  Asterion  to  do  as  he  saw  fit.

       But  he'd  matured.  Had  never  been  quite  as  rash  as  his  younger  siblings,  fingers  skimming  over  the  skin  of  his  wrist  that  was  roughened,  a  subconscious  change,  a  reminder  of  decades  spent  curled  about  his  younger  siblings  in  an  attempt  to  try  to  shield  them  when  the  danger  was-  Taking  a  deep  breath  which  wasn't  noticed  by  the  man  still  monologuing.

"If  his  child  was  of  age  to  take  the  reins,  yes.  But  his  vrykolakasof  a  wife  would  drain  the  company  to  dregs  before  the  child  aged  a  year.'

       Maybe  if  he  took  the  child  as  ward  he  could  have  his  solicitors  draft  a  vicious  take  over  that  he  could  relinquish  at  the  right  time.  Something  to  consider,  where  this  man's  grandiose  plans  were  not.

@songsofdivinity sent a raven: “Even death couldn’t make me stop loving you.” (Minthe for Hades)

       He'd  not  expected  such  a  declaration  to  his  teasing,  fingers  stilling  where  they'd  been  lightly  stroking  back  and  forth  along  her  inner  thigh.  Over  the  femoral  artery,  feeling  the  thick  pulse  of  blood  just  beneath  the  skin.  It  could  be  his  own  fault,  truly,  for  indulging  in  toxic  male  pride  in  having  worn  the  nymph  out.  Temporary  as  it  may  be,  hand  sliding  higher  testing  the  waters. 

"An  admirable  confession.' 

       He'd  been  looking  for  Hypnos,  hoping  that  he  could  convince  the  elder  god  to  grant  him  just  a  few  moments  of  rest.  The  spring  days  were  dragging  on,  as  they  did  every  year,  but  it  hurt  all  the  more  with  Melinoe's  chatter  demanding  answers  to  so  many  questions.  His  first  selfish  thought  had  been  to  ask  for  him  to  just  force  her  to  take  a  nap,  so  he  could  have  time  to  sulk  mourn  over  the  loss  of  his  wife.  But  even  as  he  entered  the  domicile  he  regretted  the  uncharitable  thought. 

       They  should  both  be  put  to  sleep  if  only  for  a  while,  a  little  father  /  daughter  bonding  activity. 

“Pasithea,  I'm  sorry  to  intrude.'  A  forced  nap  might  not  be  the  best  idea,  but  perhaps  a  gentler  hand  could  be  useful.  ”I  was  seeking  Hypnos,  but  if  you've  a  moment  I  would  appreciate  the  use  of  your  service.'

@songsofdivinity's Pasithea has been invited to tourney

@angcltouched sent a raven: left me with a lot of shit to second guess. ( zeus to hades )

       Surely  he  heard  that  wrong,  the  pen  that  had  been  scratching  across  the  paper  going  still,  ink  slowly  soaked  up  by  the  paper  under  the  nib.  He  had  left  Zeus  with  the  short  stick,  the  stressful  work,  the  nightmarish  day  to  day.  Was  that  what  his  entitled  little  lackawit  brother  had  just  attempted  to  accuse  him  of?

“Now,  now,  Zeus.  I  need  you  to  recall  you're  not  currently  facing  a  mirror  and  attempt  that  again.'  The  laughter  in  his  voice  is  brittle,  obsidian,  sharp  edged  and  leaning  towards  mean.  ”At  what  point  did  I,  the  brother  sent  to  the  underworld  to  spend  centuries  walking  the  land  of  the  dead,  alone  might  I  add,  leave  you  in  a  lurch?'

       An  old  wound,  and  one  he  needed  to  stop  bringing  up.  Not  that  he'd  ever  forgiven  his  brothers,  and  he  was  sure  they  didn't  believe  they  required  it.  Whatever  this  was,  this  terrible  thing  he'd  done,  it  was  new.  At  least  within  the  last  few  decades.  Taking  a  breath  to  try  and  quell  his  temper,  Hades  tried  again.

"What  shit  have  you  been  second  guessing,  little  brother?'

@angcltouched sent a raven: “i loved and i lost you” ( hestia to hades )

“Lost  implies  I  was  nowhere  to  be  found.'  His  arms  tighten  around  her  as  he  settles  his  chin  on  her  shoulder  with  a  sigh.  ”No  one  wanted  me  around,  Hestia.  Not  with  our  family  to  keep  an  eye  on  in  Tartarus,  the  weight  of  Gaia's  displeasure  making  me  surly…'

       An  understatement  to  say  the  least.  But  he'd  managed  to  tear  himself  away  for  the  solstice  celebration  just  to  see  her.  Iris  had  been  less  than  pleased  to  deliver  the  invitation,  but  Hermes  had  been  busy  and  it  was  literally  her  job.  Loathe  to  release  her,  Hades  eyed  the  rest  of  their  family  milling  about  and  was  very  tempted  to  simply  kidnap  her  for  the  evening.  Find  some  dark  corner  where  the  two  of  them  could  sit  and  talk  until  Eos  lit  the  eastern  sky. 

“Are  you  really  going  to  waste  time  lecturing  me?'  The  low  rumble  of  his  voice  makes  it  had  to  hear  the  tease  as  he  finally  lowered  her  back  to  her  feet.  ”I  feel  as  though  you  should  be  attempting  to  get  me  drunk  so  I  forget  to  go  home.'

     He had to take a slow deep breath in order to keep from snapping at his eldest sister. Yes, he knew that Hera had a party planned, no he had not had even a smidge of inclination to join. And yet there she was on his laptop screen, tucked into the top right corner so he could continue to work, looking hopeful.

     Damn.

"Why can't we just have a lunch date? You love the bistro near the park.' A note of pleading in the bass grumble of his voice, even knowing it to be a futile effort. "I can invite Makaria, she's taking time off from her work at the Veteran's center.'

     Just please, please don't make him go to another party of listening to Hera's bitching get more vicious with every glass of wine. The way Hephaestus would be glowering at Ares and Aphrodite for being too touchy. And if Apollo didn't stop serenading his wife, Hades was liable to drag him to Tartarus and leave him in the crumbling prison with the shades of their predecessors.

"I'll even ask Cerberus to take her canine form and the two of you can enjoy the park.'

@angcltouched's hestia's been invited to tourney

There was a reason Aidones went out for collections, as maliciously playful as he turned out to be most of the time. Sure there were deaths, with the occasional survivor to trickle fear into the ears of those who had stubbornly held out against the twins. But on the occasion someone was particularly stubborn, and Aidones wasn't swift enough with bringing them to heel, Clymenus collected for himself.

Sat on his heels at the head of the man who he'd knocked to the floor without so much as a hello or threat, Clymenus rested the tip of a letter opener against the corner of the man's eye.

'I believe my brother has been here several times, most amicable in demeanor. So now,' the knife pressed, the tear that had wet the man's eye rolling down the blade. 'We're talking. As you're having difficulty reading the amount owed, since the bill hasn't been paid in full for months, I don't think you need these anymore. What do you think, Aidones?'

There were shouts of bravado around him, threats, the sounds of hammers being cocked, safeties being clicked. But he trusted his brother to keep him safe when he worked, because he always did.

@unseencne sent a raven : 79 - hades twins /x\