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WHO: Pandora & Prometheus
WHEN: Christmas morning
WHERE: Prometheus' studio
WHAT: Heathen Christmas times!

It was near 11am on Christmas Day and the people that Pandora greeted in the street on her walk to Prometheus' studio were, for the most part, cheerful and full of holiday spirit. It wasn't a terrible thing, this day. All the decorations and the Christmas music got a bit too much, but people were nice. She thought humanity could stand to be a little nicer to each other in general.

Stepping over puddles, Pandora held tight to the two small wrapped gifts in her arms: a illustrated third edition of Frankenstein (that she'd spent a lot of money on, but justified that it was the money of her current paramour so didn't matter) and a box of cigars.

Knocking on Prometheus' door, Pandora waited with a bright smile for him to answer.

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[firestealer.insanejournal.com]

"Hephaestus can," he offered with no venom in his voice. He respected the Smith-God's ability and his skill. He worked in clay while Hephaestus worked with metal. There was a difference, but still a place to learn from. "And I can always get better."

He chuckled and sat down, "All my troubles would be erased then. I love humanity, but talking to them is harder. I have no idea how I managed to draw Jade and Aidan to me."

[pandoros.insanejournal.com]

"Hephaestus can," Pandora agreed. "I've heard he's made some rather irresistibly beautiful things in the past." The small smirk on her lips was somewhat self-deprecating and it was quite clear she was talking about herself.

"I'm sure you have skills that attracted them," Pandora said, and there was a different smirk then. She tried not to remember the Valentine's Day she and Prometheus had shared last year, but she did seem to recall it hadn't been terrible at the time.