[center][h3][color=powderblue]Peter Caddoc Sköjare[/color] and [color=598527]Corinthe Malakos[/color][/h3] [img] https://lesseriesnemeurentjamais.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/peter_smiling.gif?w=809 [/img] [IMG]https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.M63e8dcc323bdaf508759b1fef4d0d72dH1&=160&=160&c=7&pid=Api[/IMG] [b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Cori's Apartment, moving to the party [b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Each other[/center] [hr][hr] Peter didn't have to wait long for Corinthe, he was pleased to see. He'd had plenty of girlfriends in the past that had taken hours to get ready. Not necessarily fair to stereotype all girls with that, but good god, it didn't take an hour to pick an outfit. [color=Powderblue]"Hey - it's no trouble. Cute dress by the way."[/color] He said in response to her first statement and an added compliment, and answered her second as they walked along the corridor towards the party. [color=Powderblue]"My room's pretty good actually. It was much bigger than I expected - and my Mother was kind enough to leave me a house-warming present. Another unexpected, but pleasant, surprise."[/color] Peter said with a slight smile, fingers already itching to play a song on the beautiful piano. Well - they were also fairly itchy due to the bandages. The cuts from the spear had been deeper than he'd first thought, forcing him to put paper stitches on and then some gauze to stop the bleeding. That spear was going to leave him looking like Freddy Krueger with the amount of scars he was getting from it. He scratched the bandages absent-mindedly, lightly humming Bach under his breath. Corinthe was glad she didn't embarrass herself by taking too long, and even more that Peter liked her dress.[color=598527][b]"It's my only one."[/b][/color] She said triumphantly. That was probably weird, but she really was happy that peter liked her only dress option. Walking down the hallway, the lack of backpack and boots, gave her a light feeling. And the twilight that was visible through the windows calmed her and energized her at the same time. [i][color=598527]Your mother?[/color][/i] Peter apparently had a good relationship with his godly mother. Or would that be a mortal mother that had left him something after all? [b][color=598527]"That sounds nice."[/color][/b] Corinthe said with a smile. [b][color=598527]"What did she give you?"[/color][/b] Once again Cori felt like she might be asking things she wasn't sure she could ask. But now the atmosphere was intimate. Like with friends. Peter and her were sort of friends. They only just met that afternoon. As the door of her apartment building closed behind them, Corinthe looked and pointed to another, not to distant building. [b][color=598527]"Zaheen told us that was the place right?"[/color][/b] [color=Powderblue]"Yeah, that looks like the place."[/color] Peter replied as he noticed one set of windows that were brighter and emitting far more noise than the others in the building. As they crossed the courtyard between the two buildings, Peter rolled up his shirt-sleeves to the elbow as he usually preferred, and looked at Cori as he answered her question with a dry chuckle. [color=Powderblue]"She put a grand piano in my apartment. A pretty thoughtful gift - but then again, she is a Goddess. She probably just willed it into existence because she knew it would make me slightly less pissed off at her."[/color] He replied, and then paused, thinking about it. [color=Powderblue]"Her tactic has actually paid off, somewhat. I do enjoy playing the piano. I had to leave a beautiful one behind in Baghdad when I left - I couldn't exactly bring it with me."[/color] He said in a reminiscent tone. He hadn't been in Iraq for very long, but he knew a guy who rented out high-flying rooms in the city; ones which often including the finer things in life, like grand pianos. [b][color=598527]"A grand piano!"[/color][/b] Cori exclaimed thrilled. [b][color=598527]"You play the piano?”[/color][/b] She asked rhetorically. [b][color=598527]"Will you play me something sometime?"[/color][/b] She took a deep breath to calm down a bit. [i][color=598527]Cori[/color][/i] She reprimanded herself. [i][color=598527] Stop acting like a fangirl. [/color][/i] [color=Powderblue]"Absolutely. I know plenty of classics, and some newer stuff."[/color] Peter replied, smiling at Cori's excitement. Usually when someone found out he played the piano they brushed it aside, not quite comprehending just how damn difficult it was to learn, and the true beauty of the music that could come from it. It was nothing like her to act like this. But after travelling alone for so long, with the new life ahead of her and her new friends and the party and her new room and the twilight and Peter playing the piano, she was just getting a bit lightheaded. In a good way. [b][color=598527]"So Baghdad... That sounds interesting. Why were you there?"[/color][/b] Now that their conversation had started to roll, Cori felt no longer halted by any form of supposedly necessary correctness. At Cori's next question, Peter hesitated slightly. [color=Powderblue]"Well, it certainly was interesting. And... I don't know exactly why I went there. It was a new place, I knew some people there. I've been travelling the world since I left High School, and the Middle-East just happened to be my last stop before coming here."[/color] He said, smiling almost reminiscently. It had been a god few years. Lonely, at times, and dangerous some other times, but it made him feel alive. More alive than wasting away at some high-end University, to just end up doing immoral work for the military and then teaching classes like his Dad. [color=Powderblue]"My Mother is Athena, by the way. So, if I get overly obsessive or even touchy about differential equations, or pseudoscience and theoretical physics, I'll apologize in advance."[/color] He said in an almost teasing manner. [color=Powderblue]"I've also inherited her love for crafts, so if you ever need a skirt hemming, I'm your man."[/color] He added in an afterthought with a laugh. [b][color=598527]"Oh, thanks"[/color][/b] She replied as Peter said he'd help her with skirt hemming if necessary. [b][color=598527]"You truly are a man of many talents."[/color][/b] A joke, but nevertheless it was kinda impressive. Though guys often had a tendency to tell their own stories more than they were when... [color=598527][i]Is he flirting with me? Am I flirting with him?[/i][/color] She winked at Peter. Well this certainly could become an interesting night. She wasn't sure yet what she thought about this matter. Chuckling, he returned her wink. [color=Powderblue]"Oh, you've got that right. There's plenty you don't know about me."[/color] The music from the party slowly got louder as they approached. [b][color=598527]"I was actually wondering what lineage you are from. Does it really work like that? You like thinking because your mother is sort of the personification of that? Well... I'm not really sure what that would make me..."[/color][/b] She paused for a while, looking at Peter a bit more unsure now. [b][color=598527]"I'm Hades' daughter. Nice to meet you."[/color][/b] Swiftly realizing from Cori's expression and suddenly halting tone that the information she had just given up had been tough, Peter simply gave her what was clearly an unexpected reaction; a triumphant chuckle. [color=Powderblue]"I knew it! I knew that jewellery you're wearing was far too unique to be store-bought. That left me with the conclusion that you'd made it yourself, which either meant a daughter of Hephaestus, or one of Hades, what with his whole God of precious metals and gems thing he's got going on."[/color] Peter said, then paused. [color=Powderblue]"Also, you're way too pretty to be a daughter of Hephaestus. Apparently the guy has some facial issues."[/color] He added jokingly. [color=Powderblue]"Ah... as for me...I hope that my passions haven't stemmed from Athena. She isn't winning any Mother of the Year Awards any time soon, so I'd hate for a good half of my personality to just be biological. Thinking about it, I guess my Dad's held more influence over what I love." [/color] He said, then began laughing. [color=Powderblue]"I remember when I was 12, I wanted to learn how to play the drums; I had it stuck in my mind that I was going to join a rock band. He said no, persuaded me to learn the piano instead. I hated the first couple of lessons, but I fell in love eventually."[/color] His laughter was quickly drowned out by the thumping music coming from the apartment. It certainly was an epic party, by the sounds of things. [color=Powderblue]“Do you want a drink?” [/color] Peter asked as they entered, voice raised slightly so she could hear him over the music.