[ Deimos wakes up wednesday morning with an odd feeling that something is very, very wrong. it takes a few seconds for him to figure it out, then he bolts upright, a look horror and fury on his face. ]
Eros, I will KILL YOU for this!
[ he gets dressed in a rush, ready to go find his bastard of a half-brother and torture him in the most terrible ways he can think of-- which, since this is Deimos, are very terrible ways-- when he realizes that leaving the room means there's a chance he'll run into Korie. Deimos isn't afraid of anything, but he's afraid of facing Korie after yesterday's debacle.
he pauses with his hand on the doorknob, banging his head against the wood and berating himself for his weakness, both in the shameful acts of yesterday (which ABSOLUTELY WEREN'T HIS FAULT), and for letting himself be so timid today. ]
Just do it, just do it, just do it, go out there! It won't be that bad, it won't be that bad!
[It could have been worse, Deimos. Korie could have been asleep in the room with you. No, he was lucky that she had to draw the line somewhere. Although she was currently in the kitchen, making some sort of healthy shit for breakfast, she could hear Deimos' tantrum easily... And maybe feel a bit of the anxiety coursing through the house.
Her hair is pulled into a sloppy ponytail, keeping it from her face as she takes a seat at the table. She's still in her pajamas, shorts and a tank top, really not caring who sees her like this. After yesterday? There could hardly be anything more painful to go through. Admitting feelings for Phobos and having ward off Deimos? She wants nothing more than to gut the God responsible for this.]
[ oh, it's been too long since Deimos had a good disembowling. he could definitely go for gutting Eros.
finally picking up his courage, he goes into the kitchen, head down, not making eye contact with Korie. he goes straight for the fridge and drinks OJ right out of the carton. ]
Morning. [ not talking about yesterday. not until he has to. ]
[She's perfectly fine with ignoring him and what he's doing... She's damn interested in her breakfast. But even on her worst behavior, she's no good at ignoring people when spoken to. She glances up at him halfway through bringing the fork back to her mouth.]
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Action: Feb. 15th
Eros, I will KILL YOU for this!
[ he gets dressed in a rush, ready to go find his bastard of a half-brother and torture him in the most terrible ways he can think of-- which, since this is Deimos, are very terrible ways-- when he realizes that leaving the room means there's a chance he'll run into Korie. Deimos isn't afraid of anything, but he's afraid of facing Korie after yesterday's debacle.
he pauses with his hand on the doorknob, banging his head against the wood and berating himself for his weakness, both in the shameful acts of yesterday (which ABSOLUTELY WEREN'T HIS FAULT), and for letting himself be so timid today. ]
Just do it, just do it, just do it, go out there! It won't be that bad, it won't be that bad!
[ right? ]
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Her hair is pulled into a sloppy ponytail, keeping it from her face as she takes a seat at the table. She's still in her pajamas, shorts and a tank top, really not caring who sees her like this. After yesterday? There could hardly be anything more painful to go through. Admitting feelings for Phobos and having ward off Deimos? She wants nothing more than to gut the God responsible for this.]
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finally picking up his courage, he goes into the kitchen, head down, not making eye contact with Korie. he goes straight for the fridge and drinks OJ right out of the carton. ]
Morning. [ not talking about yesterday. not until he has to. ]
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Mornin. Rest well?
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[ short. to the point. trying to keep it simple. ]
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[Goooooing back to her breakfast.]
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[ fuck, he can't stand it anymore. ]
Look, about yesterday... that was NOT ME.
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[She takes a break from her breakfast to look up at him, her arms crossed.]
Because that wasn't me yesterday either. But my guess is, you know who was responsible for that mess.
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Should have known....
[Her life was really so much easier before she got involved with these damn gods.]
Can we at least give him hell for this?
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Oh, we'll get him back somehow... I just need to think of something suitably excruciating.
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Good. Just let me know when and where...
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Trust me, you'll be the first person I call.
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Good. In the meantime, if you don't need me today, I was planning on heading to the Salon for a bit.