#tghf:interaction

From an arrogant lift of her chin to a steely stare in a few seconds flat. She should have recognised him sooner. But how? She hadn’t even given him a chance to show whether or not he was headed towards her. Her own need to state what she had stated had preceded everything else. And now she’s standing there, opinionated to her very core, squaring her shoulders and forgetting her goal. “Oh... You.”

“Nemy? Nike? Naime? No, it is Nemesis, correct?” 

          meli let out a heavy sigh “it’s a bookstore, how can you not manage it for a couple of hours?” the least favourite part of her plan was having to keep her cover maintained to get close enough to her target. she had made the mistake of hiring a complete idiot to work at the bookstore she was given after the owner had a mental breakdown. the anger was bubbling up within her as her tone lowered and her eyes grew dark, a sight and sound that would terrify any mortal who witnessed it. “if you call me again i will make sure you can’t speak in complete sentences ever again. do you understand me?” she hung up the phone before allowing the mortal to answer looking at the other across from her “i should have stayed in the underworld, i can’t stand mortals.”

An amused smile curls at her lips, the goddess keeping still as she’s boxed in between the woman in front of her and the wall of people behind her. Steely eyes gazed through fluttering lashes, unable to hide the way her breath hitches or how bumps rise on her skin. “You’re a confident one, aren’t you?” Once her arms are free from the others hold, her hand raises. The tips of her fingers dance along the females spine, pressing against once they reach the small of her back to bring them together. The scent of perfume and titillating words was just as intoxicating as the wine that still lingered on her tongue. Her original intentions for the night long forgotten. The club around them drowned out, her focus solely on Eris. “Dance with me first.” Prove your worth. 

“You don’t have to justify your infatuation with the flower princess to me,” Eris informed with a dark chuckle, waving her hand as if to wave the thought away. She slanted her body away from the straight line of her bar stool, until her shoulder pressed to his. Eris looked up at the golden god through her thick lashes, speaking slowly so he had to consider every word before moving onto the next. “All that pale, flawless skin probably feels like silk under the fingertips.” Her hand moved to hover over his on the bar counter, tracing the pads of her middle and ring fingers over his knuckles. “Soft lips that would carry the bruise of a kiss on them for days.” She bit her own bottom lip lightly, her gaze flickering down to his mouth before returning to his eyes again. “And there is something so very satisfying about taking something pure and leaving it forever changed in the wake of your influence…” Eris lifted her hand away to grasp her drink again, straightening her posture on her seat once more. “I don’t know about inevitable, but it is certainly unsurprising.” She took a sip of her drink.

Eris couldn’t steel her expression. Her brows arched, she smiled–really smiled–almost as bright as the twinkle of amusement in her eyes. She managed to temper her glee down to a subtle chuckle. “I didn’t imagine you had the spine for such harsh words.” Her lips twisted up just a bit more at one corner in a slight sneer. “How’s that?”

Eris let the weight of the metal bat swing it down. At nearly the last moment, her thumb and finger tightened around the grip to catch it, and she pushed it down until the tip hit the floor with a crinkle of the tarp and a thunk of the concrete underneath. She turned her head towards the other. Eris completely ignored the whimpers and pained groans of the man sagging against his restraints to address the newcomer. “What? I’m a little busy.” She couldn’t completely rid her voice of its venom, still incensed over the trouble her captive had caused.