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Characters: Erato, OPEN
Date/Time: Wee hours of the morning, Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Location: Living room of La Maison Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD. Depends on how it goes and who shows up.
Summary: Maternity hormones make it hard to sleep some nights...
Erato sighed. She didn't know what time it was. In some respects, that was probably a good thing. She knew it was very dark. The house was quiet. Most of the people were asleep, though, she was sure, a few of the godlings prone to night-owlishness would still be prowling around. Erato was bound to be one of them tonight. Her back ached, the baby was kicking, and her hormones were going nuts. She didn't want to wake up Achilles again, though.
Instead, she wandered downstairs. Maybe she could get a cup of hot cocoa from the kitchen and see if there was anything worth watching on the DVR.
Date/Time: Wee hours of the morning, Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Location: Living room of La Maison Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD. Depends on how it goes and who shows up.
Summary: Maternity hormones make it hard to sleep some nights...
Erato sighed. She didn't know what time it was. In some respects, that was probably a good thing. She knew it was very dark. The house was quiet. Most of the people were asleep, though, she was sure, a few of the godlings prone to night-owlishness would still be prowling around. Erato was bound to be one of them tonight. Her back ached, the baby was kicking, and her hormones were going nuts. She didn't want to wake up Achilles again, though.
Instead, she wandered downstairs. Maybe she could get a cup of hot cocoa from the kitchen and see if there was anything worth watching on the DVR.
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"Ah.. gotcha."
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"Also very talented," Frigg said with a smirk,
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"He didn't? Ooh, what a naughty sun god, holding out on you like that! You should absolutely march right up to him and demand the royal treatment right then and there! And he should. Apollo likes things... on display. And who could blame him?"
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