[identity profile] roseredheart.insanejournal.com posting in [community profile] metem_logs
Characters: Erato, Achilles
Date/Time: Morning of the Spring Equinox, March 20, 2012
Location: Fort Lewis
Rating: TBD--might depend on how this goes.
Warnings: The Muse is at her full power, so... possible sexuality? Maybe language?
Summary: The godlings have their powers back for the day. It's the perfect time to catalyze a legend.

Erato wasted as little time as possible getting to the military base. She had taken her car--it was still faster than trying to go on foot, goddess or not. Once she got out, she was aware of people staring at her, but she didn't have time to pay attention.

Sure, she'd been seen plenty of times by the officials who marked who came and went, but she was greeted with wide eyes and open mouths when they saw her in her truest form.
"I'm here for my hero," she announced, breezing past them.

She did not just walk into his quarters, though. Rather, she stood outside in the courtyard area, and called for him by name: "Achilles!" She watched as the crowd gathered around to watch, in awe of her presence.

Date: 2012-03-26 08:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com
She stood like a queen would to a king. She treated him royally. The clamor of men shuffling to their knees put the sense of pride in himself that while always present, was pushed aside in this new life. Arrogance came with a price, he knew that, but right now there was no other feeling that being their master and commander.

Erato's promise was enough but she requested more. "I was no father in the past." He'd hardly known anything more about Neoptolemus other than the fact that he was growing in his mother's womb. He had no thought of him before his death. Achilles was in no way a father, but her rush of energy made it difficult to say no. "I'm hardly one now," he whispered into her ear. An heir was what any war hero wanted. It guaranteed success.

Date: 2012-04-17 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com
Could he ask that of her? Such a tiny creature that he'd grown so incredibly fond of. He wasn't sure he was able to be something of a father. He'd never been one in the past. She was incredibly tempting. All he could manage for a moment was to stare with wanton eyes into her own.

He kissed her then. Heavy. Dominate. Powerful.

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