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Big Girls Don't Scream in Terror.
Characters: Astarte, Poseidon, Seth, Aphrodite if she chooses to be available.
Date/Time: Spring Equinox 2012-- wee hours of Wednesday morning
Location: New York, beach area
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Language, at least. Possible implications regarding sexuality and violence.
Summary: Seth and Astarte come home late.
They touched down on the sand back in New York. Not in the park, this time, but the beach. She's about to remark to Seth about how he can tune down the wind just a bit now that they've landed, when she notices the obvious.
The very obvious.
...this just had to happen, didn't it? But hey, she's a big girl now. A grown goddess, back in full form. Always happy to talk to some fascinatingly primal person. And it's not like she was afraid of the ocean in any case. She wasn't. Honest. Not afraid at all. A few... lingering vexations wasn't the same as being afraid.
Date/Time: Spring Equinox 2012-- wee hours of Wednesday morning
Location: New York, beach area
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Language, at least. Possible implications regarding sexuality and violence.
Summary: Seth and Astarte come home late.
They touched down on the sand back in New York. Not in the park, this time, but the beach. She's about to remark to Seth about how he can tune down the wind just a bit now that they've landed, when she notices the obvious.
The very obvious.
...this just had to happen, didn't it? But hey, she's a big girl now. A grown goddess, back in full form. Always happy to talk to some fascinatingly primal person. And it's not like she was afraid of the ocean in any case. She wasn't. Honest. Not afraid at all. A few... lingering vexations wasn't the same as being afraid.
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Those ocean arms also welcomed Chelsea, but she seemed taken aback by the flux of power. She followed her father out of respect, loyalty that he deserved, but she felt as if he wanted this power all for himself. Not to share it with her. She was over-thinking the situation as he held that position open for his Queen. Chelsea was his Amphitrite. She was not to be left behind.
He felt that surge of energy from others as he stood tall within the sand.
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"Boss. I'm going to go talk to him."
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"Why?"
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Yes, Aphrodite allowed the waves to soften at the sight of the Egyptians.
"We have company, darling," Aphrodite whispered to Poseidon.
"I see you made it back in time," she said, smiling at Seth and Astarte.
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She smirked.
"Glad to see you made it back."
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He smirks back. "Glad to see you," he teased.
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"Godhood has quite the effect on you," she remarked.
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"It is different," she admitted, "Still. You do recall who my husband was? At least you're able-bodied."
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"Yes, it most certainly is," she agreed.
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"That would be a good thing, yes. I was the last child of the sky god--I'm more aware than most of what real chaos can be like."
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"Yes?" he said with a lifted brow as if she were a bug to be squashed.
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Damn. Damn. Waves. Crashing, even if Dite apparently tried to mitigate it a little, still crashing, against her naked skin. Too much like the ones that had sucked her under all that time ago and that she totally was not scared of.