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WHO: Kymopoleia & Briareos
WHEN: 1st of May
WHERE: Some dive bar
WHAT: Hello again
WARNINGS: tba

When Kymopoleia entered the bar, the first thing she knew was that Briareos was there as well. The last time that she'd seen him had been on Valentine's Day when a love arrow had made him fall for her and she'd had him swear that oath on Styx: that he would bring no harm to her.

She considered leaving, but she had to admit she was curious as to how he would act now. So she walked over to the table he was at and pulled a chair across to sit opposite him. "Been a while," she said as she sat down.

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Briareos clamped down on the man's ankle, getting on his own two feet and pulling him down the ally in a slow, maniacal way. The man struggled to break free of a grip that seemed impossible for someone so frail. Briareos cracked the ankle, dropping the thug's body with a flop into the pavement. He quickly lept on top, using his broken bottle as a means to finish off the job by making a terrible hack job out of the man's chest until he was just gurgling on blood.

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Ky looked over at her husband and her smile was bright and bestial. It felt good to be in control again, to be a force unstoppable. His oath had freed her Kymopoleia from the present fear of him.

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Kymopoleia had never been pleased with him ever. But, there was something about working together that he'd not quite ever experienced. They'd done it before when leaving Poseidon in the middle of Yosemite park after Briareos' own near death experience. They were inadvertently working together ever since. It was the first time it actually felt official. Eros' arrows behind them, it had put them both in a powerful position with each other instead of against each other. That was only ever something Poseidon could ever hope to have with his own marriage.

He crawled off the fat man, using it as leverage to get to his feet. Briareos was caressed in splatters of blood. It felt good to rip into flesh again. To not feel so frail and weak.

He wiped off a spot from his bottom lip, licking it off his thumb and dropping the shard of broken glass. His eyes met Ky's and it was the first time she stood in front of him not trembling with fear.