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nevermore_logsWHO: Aphrodite & Medusa
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Medusa's home
WHAT: Step 1 in punishing the Sea King
"You're driving me somewhere," Aphrodite had told Ares when she'd pulled him out of bed, the morning already turning to afternoon. "And you're waiting in the car." Aphrodite would take no argument about this and perhaps it was how very serious she was that prompted her husband to behave himself (for once). She would only say as they drove that this was for Eros, her punishment to Poseidon.
The previously snake-haired woman didn't look at all thrilled to open the door and find Aphrodite there, but the love goddess ignored the look of quiet horror and strode into the house, removing her gloves as she did.
"You don't need to wear that expression," Aphrodite told the monster as she looked over at her, her own expression somewhat serene. "If I wished you harm you're smart enough to know that you'd already be dead. Instead," Aphrodite smiled, "I'm here to give you something of a gift."
Aphrodite waited, letting Medusa finally ask, warily, "gift?" before she would share anything more.
"The finest gift anyone could offer you, dear girl. What I am about to give to you is Poseidon's head on the platter of your choosing."
Medusa just watched her and then said, "I don't understand."
Aphrodite should have expected as much. Gorgons weren't famed for their brains, after all. "Tomorrow night," Aphrodite told her easily and with a feeling of pride, "the sea king will find himself madly and desperately in love with you, child. Stop making that face, this won't be like the last time you caught his eye. This time what he feels for you will be the purest form of adoration that I can call forth." Aphrodite's smirk was cruel, but that cruelty was clearly not aimed towards Medusa. "He will near worship you, Medusa. You will have the sea king begging at your feet."
"Why?" Medusa whispered, having moved a few paces backwards as Aphrodite had spoken.
"It's a punishment for his most recent crimes," Aphrodite said and then came towards her, smiling expression more gentle. "I am handing over the man that destroyed you. For forty-eight hours he will belong to you. You can hurt him as badly as you like, torture him, break him, and he won't fight back. I will make him a kitten who would rather die at his mistress' hand than claw her."
Slowly Medusa's expression became thoughtful and then the smallest of smiles came to her lips. Aphrodite needed to say no more and she nodded happily. Her work here was done and Medusa would do the rest.
"Tomorrow," said Aphrodite. "Expect your tormentor to come crawling."
The vengeful mother goddess made her own way out, and in the car she kissed Ares before smiling brightly. "Let's do lunch, darling."
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Medusa's home
WHAT: Step 1 in punishing the Sea King
"You're driving me somewhere," Aphrodite had told Ares when she'd pulled him out of bed, the morning already turning to afternoon. "And you're waiting in the car." Aphrodite would take no argument about this and perhaps it was how very serious she was that prompted her husband to behave himself (for once). She would only say as they drove that this was for Eros, her punishment to Poseidon.
The previously snake-haired woman didn't look at all thrilled to open the door and find Aphrodite there, but the love goddess ignored the look of quiet horror and strode into the house, removing her gloves as she did.
"You don't need to wear that expression," Aphrodite told the monster as she looked over at her, her own expression somewhat serene. "If I wished you harm you're smart enough to know that you'd already be dead. Instead," Aphrodite smiled, "I'm here to give you something of a gift."
Aphrodite waited, letting Medusa finally ask, warily, "gift?" before she would share anything more.
"The finest gift anyone could offer you, dear girl. What I am about to give to you is Poseidon's head on the platter of your choosing."
Medusa just watched her and then said, "I don't understand."
Aphrodite should have expected as much. Gorgons weren't famed for their brains, after all. "Tomorrow night," Aphrodite told her easily and with a feeling of pride, "the sea king will find himself madly and desperately in love with you, child. Stop making that face, this won't be like the last time you caught his eye. This time what he feels for you will be the purest form of adoration that I can call forth." Aphrodite's smirk was cruel, but that cruelty was clearly not aimed towards Medusa. "He will near worship you, Medusa. You will have the sea king begging at your feet."
"Why?" Medusa whispered, having moved a few paces backwards as Aphrodite had spoken.
"It's a punishment for his most recent crimes," Aphrodite said and then came towards her, smiling expression more gentle. "I am handing over the man that destroyed you. For forty-eight hours he will belong to you. You can hurt him as badly as you like, torture him, break him, and he won't fight back. I will make him a kitten who would rather die at his mistress' hand than claw her."
Slowly Medusa's expression became thoughtful and then the smallest of smiles came to her lips. Aphrodite needed to say no more and she nodded happily. Her work here was done and Medusa would do the rest.
"Tomorrow," said Aphrodite. "Expect your tormentor to come crawling."
The vengeful mother goddess made her own way out, and in the car she kissed Ares before smiling brightly. "Let's do lunch, darling."
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