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Post by LETHE on Jan 19, 2016 19:33:31 GMT -5
 | you really think
i'm gonna run?
i'm never giving up.
i'm never giving up. | A puff of cloud appeared and Lethe stepped through it. His eyes closed and a small movement of his chin to his shoulder. Wincing as he grabbed the door knob of a certain shop door. Sucking at his teeth, he was already more annoyed then what he considered a normal and tolerable level. He had it in his mind to consult with the God of Love. The only name he could call her since she went by so many. Who knew what pseudonym she actually preferred today? Fickle spirit that she was, he could hardly call her and her job impressive. With a blink, he casually reminded himself that his allotment was neither better nor worse. He certainly was good at making people fall asleep. He snorted at his thoughts and opened the door with a jingle proceeding and following his less than magnificent entrance. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the bell. The sound of his embarrassment would be marked with chimes like a funeral. " An atrocity." He remarked quietly to himself and looked around the shop. Peering at him from a shelf was an explicit cover and he sighed deeply through his nose in disapproval. He folded his arms as he slowly turned away from the bookshelves. He'd be careful not to touch a single thing, keeping his hands in the sleeves of his robe. He stood, waiting for a familiar or the god herself to appear before him but instead, found himself gently closing his eyes. Ready to doze off, but quickly opening his eyes again after catching it. This irritated him. " Alright!" He snapped. " Where are you?" The question oozing frustration out of grinding teeth. WISAL |
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Post by WISAL on Jan 19, 2016 20:09:40 GMT -5
| call me in the afternoon. "Oi, who are y'callin' an atrocity?" Wisal appears without introduction, merely floating in the air, legs dangling, crumbs dropping gingerly onto the floor. Her salty fingers dips into her generous bag of crisps and she continues munching, looking amused and somewhat curious. Vistors of the godly variety weren't extremely common around her quarters. "D'ya need somethin'?" She blinks cutely, while scoffing down another handful of crisps, although most just end up littering the floor. Her eyes widen, and she'd finally finished muching. "A potion? A spell? Or tell me, do you have an admirer? Or has someone caught your eye?" She drops the whole packet completely and presses her forehead against his. "Oh tell me! Tell me tell me tell me!" LETHE |
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Post by LETHE on Jan 19, 2016 20:27:28 GMT -5
| you really think
i'm gonna run?
i'm never giving up.
i'm never giving up. | " If I didn't need something, do you think I'd be generous enough to appear before you?" He frowned at the mess she was making on the floor as a single eyebrow raised at her swine manners. She began naming things and he felt the dangerous aura of her excitement. He slid backwards almost as soon as she came in contact with him and pinned himself against the door. He shook with disgust and rubbed his forehead with the fabric of his robe's sleeve. " I'm looking for a book." He told her as he continued to clean himself of dirt he perceived she had left on him. Blinking and instantly blushing, he raised his voice suddenly. " Not for me! I have no such desires!" He waved his hands about. " It's to explain things to the girls! They're at that age!" He felt utterly humiliated. " Just recommend something." He glared. WISAL |
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Post by WISAL on Jan 19, 2016 20:44:17 GMT -5
| call me in the afternoon. "Yeah! Yeah you would! Why wouldn't you?" Wisal quickly retorts, until she eventually retreats and stops on her onslaught. She had been narrowing the distance between the other God with his back against the door, but now she stopped in her tracks, distracted by thoughts. "Hm... it's true you don't come often. Or at all really!" She strokes her chin, wearing a troubled frown. She doesn't take notice of Lottie's discomfort, because if she did she never acted on it, instead offering an unhelpful smile. She's silent as he addresses his request. Wisal frames her chin between her thumb and index finger, a grin quickly emerging. "Oh ho ho ho, I smell your lies young one! No matter!" She points up to the dark, musky ceiling. She makes a small spin midair. "I," Her palm spreads across her chest. "I shall help you! No matter! No worries!" She salutes him, crossing her legs in midair. She leans in, smile still apparent. "So, to help me, what are their preferences?" She blinks innocently, lips twitching. "Yours too! Since we're such great pals Lottie, I'll throw one in for you too! Buy two get one free!" LETHE |
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Post by LETHE on Jan 19, 2016 21:07:26 GMT -5
| you really think
i'm gonna run?
i'm never giving up.
i'm never giving up. | Young one she said. She was just 700 and some odd years older. He wasn't and would never be impressed by her antics. Frowning but still bashful, he moved from his position and stood beneath her. " Your so kind in your decision." He mocked her with a scowl as he noticed her elaborate movements. She might have been the god of theater if she were born into it. " Preferences..." He thought on it for a moment and shock drained his face of color. " I don't know that kind of stuff! I'm just looking for something educational." He pointed at her, flushed and frustrated again. " I'm just the papa." He said quietly, pouting as an aside. " Don't worry about mine-" He yelled suddenly at the god of love but, his body fell limp and he collapsed onto the floor with a thud. His eyes closed and his body was still. Asleep on probably one of the filthiest floors in Tartarus, how becoming. WISAL |
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Post by WISAL on Jan 19, 2016 21:18:00 GMT -5
| call me in the afternoon. She beamed at his compliment. "No worries, no worries! We're friends aren't we?" Wisal chuckles, finding Lettie's apparent shock and horror thoroughly amusing. "Educational?" She echoes, not at all interested. "How boring! I'll get you something that's a little more-" Wisal gasped. Staring, pretty much gaping, at Lettie's slumped body, Wisal felt somewhat offended. What a scandal. How nasty. Immediately she sets herself beside him. Whilst she ponders a course of action, her hands are already at his shoulders, shaking as hard as she can manage. "Wake up! Wake up! Wakey wakey! Wakey wakey or I steal your lips today!" Wisal declares shamelessly, watching the God's head repeatedly hit the wooden floor with barely concealed amusement. LETHE |
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Post by LETHE on Jan 19, 2016 21:44:45 GMT -5
| you really think
i'm gonna run?
i'm never giving up.
i'm never giving up. | He heard Love's voice and grimaced. A throbbing sensation after being lifted by the shoulders repeatedly. There was no possible way to get any sleep on this island. The remark about his lips made his eyes flutter. What was she doing in his bed? No. He focused and this didn't look like his ceiling. He laid on the floor staring and trying to think of any possible reason for he and the god of love to be near each other. Oh! He sat straight up and threw her off of him. He turned his torso, gathering information about his surroundings. Out of annoyance, he began to float and felt sticky. His vision shot to her as he wore a glowering expression. " You did something disgusting, didn't you?" He said, checking at his waist mostly and tying his belt tighter. Force of habit around lecherous women, he supposed. She was the only one, of course. " Steal my lips, indeed." He huffed. " I think you would have a mind to." He closed his eyes, despite a small amount of red rising to his cheeks and ears. He hadn't ever- No, that's a lie. He just didn't actually- No, that too was a lie. " Can we just get on with the business of finding an educational book?" He exhaled his exasperation. WISAL |
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Post by WISAL on Jan 20, 2016 17:42:20 GMT -5
| call me in the afternoon. She watches Lettie squirm about with a knowing kind of amusement; it was a scene she'd seen many, many times before. Annoying when you shared the bed with the God, but very funny when not. Wisal reaches to pet Lethe's head. "You're talking in very roundabout ways! I don't understand!" Wisal peers at his belt, miffed. She watches him, batting her eyelids coyly. "Lettie, why are you so hasty? I'm not running anywhere though?" Wisal smiles, cupping her cheeks with her palms. "Again, I don't know what you're talking about with 'educational'. I don't sell anything like that! Please be clearer, yes?" She blinks to pander to an image of innocence. LETHE |
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Post by LETHE on Jan 20, 2016 21:50:59 GMT -5
| you really think
i'm gonna run?
i'm never giving up.
i'm never giving up. | Exhausting. He stared at her. He shifted around a bit and drew a breath. " Maybe a story of love, perhaps? Something rather vanilla?" Despite claiming no knowledge of her world, he was rehearsed with terms. He blinked at her casually, not realizing he'd used a code word. Lethe has read a few 'stories'. Certainly nothing completely debauched but love stories with expressions of love in the form of sex had been in his hand. " So, nothing graphic. I'd like them to read something of love that culminates to-" He paused. Searching for the courage to say it. He raised his sleeve to his mouth. " Sex." He told her quietly. WISAL |
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Post by WISAL on Jan 21, 2016 17:42:38 GMT -5
| call me in the afternoon. Wisal blinks, miffed. "Story of love?" She echoes with wide eyes and a disbelieving expression. "What is a 'story of love'? There is no single story of love you know, Lettie? I'm sorry you never knew this! No, no, love is a very magical and beautiful feeling that is unique to the individual, it is sacred and special and can't be universal, can't be turned into just one story you know! That's wrong!" She stares at him, distraught. "Vanilla?" She asks again. This time she's left a little quiet, and nods slowly. The sickly part timer had explained to her the so called 'genres' of her products, but she had always dismissed them as ridiculous labels, but at least she sort of understood what Lettie was looking for. Sort of. "Graphic?" This time Wisal stares blankly, confusion written all over her face. "Graphic?" She repeats, staring at her hands. LETHE she's useless i'm sorry |
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Post by LETHE on Jan 25, 2016 21:14:29 GMT -5
| you really think
i'm gonna run?
i'm never giving up.
i'm never giving up. | " How does a god like yourself not know every aspect of their trade?" She was the god of love and she left Lethe staring blankly back at her. He had to look away from her. This was on the verge of infuriating him. He breathed deeply. He was on a mission for the girls and he couldn't come back empty handed. Wisal and a lamppost could rival each other in a game of wits. " A woman." A hand appeared from one of his sleeves. " A man." The other hand became visible. " They meet." He brought his hands together slowly to lay side by side. " They love each other and perform their human reproduction dance." He brought his hands together in a prayer form and then laced his fingers together. " I hope you're happy with yourself." He told her. " I didn't even have to explain this much to my own daughters." WISAL |
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