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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 5:18 pm
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Sure, other siblings were getting hit.
But none of those other siblings were his daughter.
Seeing Aglaia come out behind Pothos, Eros stifled a snort. Of course she was hiding. Perhaps she was ashamed of what she had done. She was aware of what she had caused! His daughter was troublesome enough being the Goddess of Seduction, he didn't need any of his siblings using their arrows on her and making it worse.
Eros was just about to open his mouth to tell her how she should never aim any arrows at his daughter when the other woman started shaking. His finger fell from the air and he frowned. Was she really going to start crying on him? Eros hated when women cried. The gentleman in him--wherever it was buried--hating watching anyone cry, for that matter. That was the exact opposite of what he wanted to cause.
"Oh for," Eros sighed, shaking his head. He couldn't yell at her now.
He could scold her, though. "She's my daughter! I don't want her getting into any trouble, especially trouble we can prevent!"
With a sigh, he muttered, "Just be more careful, alright? And stop shakin' before I get Euphrosyne over here..."
After a moment, he caught Phaenna, and turned the same glare he previously had on Aglaia to her. "Phaenna, I can take those arrows back away. I don't want to hear your lip."
Twitchapher the 3rd *edits* Oh, was about to post when you did. XD
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Antidia rolled 2 100-sided dice:
93, 7
Total: 100 (2-200)
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 5:41 pm
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Wear on her eyes?
-- That wasn't quite what she meant but she would take the further compliments, continuing to pose in her seductive manner as Prisma absolutely lavished her. Oh, she could get used to this. Perhaps she could convince Aglaia to make some mortals consider her beautiful...
But none would ever be as beautiful as this faerie mortal in front of her. Perhaps she could just keep this one? Oh, she was so gorgeous, Voluptas could feel her heart flutter in her chest whenever she looked the mortal over. She wanted nothing more than to bring the gorgeous woman closer so they could get to know each other's beauty a little bett--
Wait, arrows?
Voluptas blinked. Was Prisma referring to her magical Erote arrows? No, that couldn't be it. The mortals weren't supposed to see those, right? That was what Eros had told her earlier. Perhaps she meant her animation arrows? Those were visible to mortals...
Wanting to continue to impress the beautiful Prisma, she pulled out one of her animation arrows, showing it to the faerie. "I have these! They bring inanimate things to life!"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 5:50 pm
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Oh, what a lovely night! Everyone was leaving her tons of presents, her Erotes and Graces were there, her whole family was there, and most importantly, everyone saw what Hunk she had netted while having themselves a lot of fun!
Her parties were always the most famous of the Isle, and this would be her most famous because it was all about her and--
Wait, did that mortal just mention arrows?!
And another one?!
And wait, more?!
The mortals were seeing the arrows! How could have Eros forgotten such a thing! Flustered, Venus flew over to her son, hovering in front of him with a disappointed frown on her face. He was her son! How could the apple of her eye forget such a thing! Perhaps it had just slipped his mind? Oh, her son had so much to think about...
Venus leaned down and pinched Eros' cheek, much to his chagrin.
"Silly Eros, you forgot to camouflage our arrows! I'll take care of that! Don't forget again, though!"
"Yes mother," groaned Eros, with a roll of his eyes.
"This is my party, and I am not going to have it turn into another war zone like last year!" With a hrrumph, she flittered off to go find her other eldest son...
... Leaving Eros snickering. His rivalry with his mother was probably well-known by the other siblings at this point. When he threw a grin and a wink in Psyche's direction, it was probably obvious that he hadn't forgotten about the camouflage.
He just didn't activate it on purpose.
MORTAL PAE'IL CAN NO LONGER SEE ANY ARROWS
Everything is normal here...
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 5:56 pm
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Antidia He's definitely noticing!
He wasn't expecting her to hit him, and it certainly shook him out of the uneasy, gradual acclimation to her presence. Sputtering a bit, he rubbed his shoulder. It hadn't hurt, per se, but it had certainly been jarring. Admittedly, thinking on it with a clearer head, he was rather grateful to her for the blow and cleared his throat. That buzzing definitely wasn't going away, though. Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath. He still felt very warm, and he wasn't sure if it was entirely embarrassment - no, he knew what else it was. Wiping absently at the saliva she'd left on his skin, he tried very hard to regather himself.
"I didn't do anything, I promise." Maybe if he didn't look at her, it would help, so he looked off somewhere over her shoulder. "I... don't get it, either. Uh..." Szoorne didn't move out of the way when she tried again to punch him. More of the love bites on already-sensitive skin made him wince a bit, but he didn't push her away again. Szoorne mainly just stayed very still and tried very, very hard to keep his presence of mind from running cackling into the night. "My name is Szoorne."
If he was going to let her chew on him, he might as well introduce himself and hope she'd do the same.
One potato, three potato, four potato...
... One potato, two potato, three potato, four potato...
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 5:57 pm
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In awe she nodded to what Beau said, the way he said it made perfect sense to her, "You are very clever!" He had to be, to take her little idea and figure everything out. It was a reasonable explanation and she'd accept it until a better one came about. Honestly, she wanted to try it, see what one would do.
Knowing no fear at her age, she said, "I'll ask!" Even raised her free hand up as if in a class room. Scanning the crowd for one with an arrow, her face fell little by little. They were gone now, she didn't see a single one, "The arrows are gone? Must be safe now." It had been fun while it lasted. No more arrows must mean no more changing?
It seemed the pretty lady had made that happen, she must be looking out for her guests.
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