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[right][sub]location: the Acropolis
interactions: [color=EED873]Apollo[/color][@smarty0114] | [color=B2617F]Comus[/color] | [color=FF446E]Eros[/color] | [color=7BDCB5]Hebe[/color] | [color=FF4500]Herc[/color][@metanoia] | [color=E9D66B]Mel[/color] | [color=9E1B31]Phobos[/color][@Danvers] | [color=87575C]Xōchi[/color][@Aewin] 
mentions: EVERYONE
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Apollo yanking Chaos into a hug was something she hadn’t realized she needed until it happened. His words were dark, though his tone was light and it was those kinds of moments where Coco [i]knew[/i] things were not all that they seemed. It was no secret that she heard voices, dealing with internal demons on the regular - at least pre-Fall Coco did. A generational curse passed down from her dear old dad. So to say that she could spot in others the act of hiding the unbalance, was something she was hardly ever wrong on.

Regardless, they were here, now. It had been far too long since she looked upon the faces of those she most enjoyed causing mayhem with. Coco nudged him in the ribs once she was set down, laughing at the way his body curled in on itself only slightly. [color=B2617F]“Only the most interesting, but only if you can keep up~!”[/color]

Eros watched the pair embrace, an unreadable expression on his face. [color=FF446E]"So kind of you Apollo..."[/color] He finally answered simply in response to the proclamation that he was welcome to stay. Well yes, considering he lived there, he would expect so. His relationship with the sun god had always been tenuous since the [i]Daphne[/i] incident. An incident that had been entirely hilarious. He tried to hide the smile that tugged at his lips, amused by the fond memory. Before he could say anything that would likely get him into trouble however, his attention was thoroughly diverted. One would have thought he had regained the ability of flight with the speed to which he shot over to the bottom of the stairs, slinging an arm over the newcomers shoulder and drawing them close.

[color=FF446E]"Brother!"[/color] He chimed eagerly, eyes twinkling with an air of mischievousness. [color=FF446E]"What are [i]you[/i] doing here? And why were you upstairs? Do tell all, have you--"[/color] Before he could finish his sentence however he was pushed aside. [color=FF446E]"Not how you should greet family Phobos."[/color] Eros huffed, though his demeanor still remained lighthearted, the act clearly just for show.

[color=9E1B31]"I'm leaving."[/color] The darker haired son of Ares muttered, looking both incredibly uncomfortable and incredibly pissed off. He moved to skirt around his sibling but Eros quickly stepped to block his way once more, ignoring the waves of displeasure that were radiating towards him. It was always a fine line that he tread with Phobos but one that he had learnt how to master. Sort of.

[color=FF446E]"Oh no, you [i]must[/i] stay. Mustn't he Comus...Xōchi?"[/color] He grinned, turning to look back at his friends.

[color=87575c]“Yes, you must.”[/color] Xōchiquetzal agreed, moving over to join Eros while blocking the door with a flirtatious smile and raised eyebrow. [color=87575c]“You wouldn’t want to leave when we’ve only just gotten here-”[/color] She gestured between herself and Comus.

She regarded his expression carefully, the smile never leaving her face. The uncomfortableness was oozing off him like the scent of a rotten flower, something was up. [color=87575c]“Come, relax with us, dearest Fear.”[/color] She stepped forward, her hand slipping past his in order to link them by the elbows, another hand resting comfortably on his bicep.

The wicked grin that graced Comus' face only widened as Fear was locked between herself and the Aztec flower. A wonderful sense of chaos brewing in the space around them, swirling up from the ground as if trying to swallow them whole. A delicious over interest in what was to come tickling the forefront of her mind and causing a giggle to escape, [color=B2617F]"Oh yes indeed~ [i]relax[/i]. Spend time with us! It has been much too long!"[/color] She stood on the opposite side of Phobos and mirrored Xōchi's pose, linking her arm with his, leading him back away from the door and back in towards the main room of the mansion.

[color=9E1B31]"As lovely as it is to see you Xōchi, I really ca-"[/color] Phobos trailed off as Comus took his other arm, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at her. [color=9E1B31]"Oh so you aren't dead. Deimos will be happy."[/color] He replied sullenly, entirely unhappy with the situation he had found himself in. Eros, who had been carefully keeping a few steps back, looked like the cat who had gotten the cream. What an idiot. He was going to kill him, no-one would mind a third death surely. Or at the very least no-one would notice for a while...

[color=FF446E]"You never explained why you were here, little brother."[/color] Eros grinned, interrupting the gods thoughts as he took to pacing around the trio like an overexcitable puppy, eyes passing over the three in turn. [color=FF446E]"I'll make you if you don't!"[/color] Though his words could, and should, probably be taken as a threat, it was difficult to tell with the way they were so playfully spoken.

Fear sighed, knowing it would not do to ignore Eros for too long. [color=9E1B31]"I was just helping Melinoë get home. Her siblings were killed today if you hadn't heard..."[/color]

[color=87575c]“Oh, we heard.”[/color] Xōchi said. [color=87575c]“But that’s why we’re here, to uplift our spirits and all.”[/color] Xōchi didn’t sound very convinced by her own words, but shrugged it off regardless. Now was not the time to mope.

Instead, Xōchi was more interested in [i]fun[/i]. [color=87575c]““So, Mel lives here too? With you?”[/color] She probed Phobos curiously.

[color=B2617F]"Sounds… exhausting~,"[/color] Comus chimed in as if the entire interaction was choreographed beforehand. [color=B2617F]"How do you manage to not tear each other's throats out?"[/color]

[color=9E1B31]"I [I]don't[/i] live here."[/color] Phobos responded bluntly, carefully easing his arm out of the Aztecs' grasp. Coco was clung on much more tightly. [color=9E1B31]"You've been to my place Xōchi--"[/color] He paused, realizing what he had just said. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his brother's smile widen enough to compete with the likes of the Cheshire cat.

[color=B2617F]"[i][b]Oh~?[/b][/i]"[/color] Coco grinned wide enough to match Eros' own, her voice rising higher and higher and it wasn't just for the sake of excitement. [color=B2617F]"Has she now? Do tell, what's the reason for that? Last I checked you two have very little in common by way of domains."[/color] Her grip on his arm only constricting more with each word.

Xōchi’s pout went unnoticed due to Phobos’ blunder, but instead her expression changed from that of disappointment from being pulled away from to one of pure delight. [color=87575c]“That I have, dearest Fear. Silly me, how could I forget that [i]wonderful[/i] night?”[/color] She shrugged lightly.

[color=9E1B31]“I wouldn’t protest if you did forget…”[/color] The god muttered. Not that it had been a bad night, quite the contrary. But it was exactly this reason that made him hesitant to have dalliances with other deities. He could feel irritation pushing against the wall of tiredness, and it was oh so tempting to just tap into their fears. Instead, he finally prised his arm from Coco's grip, flexing his shoulder joint in relief. [color=9E1B31]“Though I’m surprised you haven’t. You and Eros must have slept with the entire city of Seattle by now.”[/color]

Eros let out a loud laugh at this proclamation. [color=FF446E]“I’m getting there! One mortal at a time…or sometimes three…or four…or five.”[/color] He pondered happily, clearly proud of his achievements.

Apollo smirked as his friends and extended family teased one another, his mood softened now by jokes and drink and company. [color=eed873]“Don’t be embarrassed, Phobos. It’s hardly a flattering look on you,”[/color] Apollo said as he poured himself a shot. He sent the drink down and clapped his hands twice, filling the home with the sounds of Swedish Europop. Apollo was having an ABBA phase tonight. [color=eed873]“Someone dance with me. You’re all making me quite jealous, flirting so blatantly in my house.”[/color]

Comus nearly tackled the sun god as soon as the music came on. [color=B2617F]"I've missed this~!"[/color] Her screams filled the large space carrying up over the loud bass reverberating through the house towards the upstairs.

Screams of glee, coupled with the abundance of loud music and shattering ceramics, pulled Melinoë from her new room, a scowl on her lips and dried tear tracks on her cheeks. [color=E9D66B]"What the shit is going on?"[/color]

Tilting her head backwards in such a way would have made mortals fear her neck was broke, Comus searched the banister looking for the goddess to match the voice. Once she locked in she squealed with a fake enthusiasm for the newest arrival, [color=B2617F]"Melly! You're here~!"[/color] A quick glance towards her cohorts before back to Madness had her giggling, [color=B2617F]"Come join us in having fun!"[/color]

Melinoë could only glare at the revelrous spirit dancing with Apollo, before catching her quick glance towards Phobos standing so close with Xōchi - a fire boiling her blood, [color=E9D66B]"I'm not in the mood, Coco,"[/color] her words like venom, [color=E9D66B]"Don't know if you heard from whatever rock you've been under. There's been some deaths–"[/color]

[color=B2617F]"Oh, yeah, no. I heard. Sorry for your loss or whatever. But hey! I'm back! We should celebrate that, and their long lives lead or something…"[/color] Comus rolled her eyes and continued swaying to the beats, throwing her arms around Apollo's neck here and there.

Apollo glanced between Comus and Mel, not quite so oblivious as to miss the simmering tension. [color=eed873]“You know how we are Mel. Wash away the pain and all that jazz. Come have a drink,”[/color] Apollo said. He swayed to the music with Comus, grinning like the emotionally inept, fallen god that he was.

Out of the wood-works and with Hebe at his side, no less (or at least Hercules thought she was), came the Boy Wonder himself. At first when Hercules heard the noise, he got curious and Pearl had run off out of the house (per the usual with her and sudden noise), so what else was he to do but go find the source of it. He heard a voice he thought he recognized but in his moment of rushing to the main foyer, Hercules didn’t have enough mental energy (he rarely had any to begin with) to spare to figure out where he heard it from. It’s not like he would need to because when he got to the foyer, all confusion left his body as he naturally started to unknowingly rock his body to whatever music Apollo put on.

[color=ff5500]“Someone say party--”[/color] In the midst of speaking, his eyes went wide, jaw hung low, and a typical Hercules overreaction was in progress. [color=ff5500]“COMUSSSSS! IT’S YOU! YOU’RE ALIVEEEEEE!”[/color]

The words of the god of heroes rung throughout the open space. A greeting to top all greetings. Acropolis had begun to buzz with an air of anticipation, as it always did before any party. The residents quickly slotted into their usual roles, excitable & frantic as ever. But Eros had uncharacteristically remained put, attention thoroughly & completely diverted. Green eyes flickered between madness and fear, expression unusually solemn and thoughtful. [I]How had he failed to notice this? Had he lost his touch? No, that was a preposterous idea…of course he hadn't! It must be something new then…[/i]

With raised arms and a squeal to match Herc's own, she ran to tackle the Laboring Hero, wrapping around him like a koala - just for good measure. [color=B2617F]"Looking forward to wiping the floor with you in drinking~ but first we dance!"[/color] It was easy enough to pull him to the makeshift dance floor with Apollo and herself. Smelly Melly was still brooding upstairs and two thirds of her trio were standing off to the side, admiring the scene before them - whispering little nothings to one another. Things that were to be set in motion.

[color=FF446E]“Xōchi, I need you darling~”[/color] Eros cooed as he suddenly snapped out of his trance, turning towards the goddess, casually slinging his arms around her neck from behind, head resting atop her shoulder. [color=FF446E]“Tell me, what happened when you kissed my dear brother?”[/color] He whispered as if to a lover, only a subtle tug at the corners of his lips betraying his underlying thoughts.

The noise levels of the Acropolis were growing at an exponential rate, one which Madness never accounted for. Sure, she was down to have fun, but with the day she's had it was the furthest thing from her mind. Top it all off seeing Phobos and Xōchi so familiar and close with one another and Apollo and Comus with their... infectious carefree attitudes - it was starting to get to her. She didn't know which it was, maybe a combination of the two, or something different entirely, but she found herself down amongst the others in no time, gliding onto the scene silent as a ghost. Immediately taking from the wet bar there and downing the first bottle within reach.

Manic eyes flashed with excitement as Comus continued to dance with the Sun, [color=B2617F]"Finally! Welcome to the party Melly!"[/color] This was going to be an interesting night for sure.

Xōchi’s eyes followed Madness, joining the party looking like she had lost someone - which, yeah okay she did, but why the glum face when her Fear was right here? The Aztec goddess rolled her eyes at the melodrama before leaning conspiratorially close to Eros in turn. [color=87575c]“Sparks flew, my love~ I formed [i]quite[/i] the beauty. She was almost comparable to me.”[/color] Xōchi flicked her hair, the flower scented shampoo filling the air around her. Then, with her eyes trained between Melinoë and Phobos, feigning easiness as she continued but louder. [color=87575c]“I still remember the way Phobos touched me after I kissed him, oh, he has such a good [i]grip[/i]. The type that sends tingles everywhere~”[/color]

The love of god smiled wickedly as his friend spoke. [color=FF446E]"Oh really?"[/color] He purred, something dangerous and uncontained creeping into his voice. Around his partners in crime he was unable to resist such delicious temptations. [color=FF446E]"Shame I missed out. Perhaps-"[/color] He glanced over at his brother who, although glaring intensely at the pair of them, had not made any moves to shut them up. [color=FF446E]"Perhaps you could...oh I don't know,"[/color] He swished a hand as if the thought had only just popped into his head, [color=FF446E]"...recreate the experience?"[/color] 

[color=87575c]“Interesting idea, I’d be more than happy to… recreate that evening.”[/color] Xōchi stepped away from Eros, moving towards Phobos. Her hips swayed to an imaginary beat, each step slow and purposeful and with a look that screamed interest and seduction on her face. Her arms touched Phobos’ shoulder, squeezing lightly and following the muscles of his arms. [color=87575c]“What do you think, dearest Fear. Interested in another demonstration?”[/color]

His jaw clenched at her approach. [color=9E1B31]"Far from it."[/color] He muttered, [color=9E1B31]"I know better than to get involved in any of your games."[/color] The son of Ares felt dark swathes of irritation coiling in his stomach and his gaze was an icy stare as he reached a hand to gently but firmly take a hold of her forearm. Phobos pulled her close enough that their breath intermingled, only inches between them lest the others overhear. [color=9E1B31]"And I can't think of many reasons you would have to further upset a grieving goddess. Unless..."[/color] He paused, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. [color=9E1B31]"You're jealous?"[/color] 

Melinoë wasn’t deaf, she could hear the cackling of the bewitching beauty and a sense of self consciousness washed over her in that moment though it was quickly doused out to make room for the seething ire at witnessing her touching Phobos. She shouldn’t care. Really shouldn’t. It’s not her place. He is a man grown and can take care of himself the same as she can defend herself from pompous flowers in a wilting garden. She wasn’t entirely sure what the cause of their issue was, but it was making the ending of this day even more difficult to bear. She could see the intent behind the eyes of Aztec Aphrodite. Alluring and mischievous. Devious purpose in her words and actions. 

Rolling her eyes and taking another large gulp of whatever liquor she could find she stalked over towards the two of them, still intermingled with one another and too close for her liking. Madness gripped at the fabric of Phobos’ suit and whipped him back to face her, glaring daggers at the goddess before her, [color=E9D66B]"We are not here for your games, [abbr=whore]πόρνη[/abbr],”[/color] her words were biting and she cared not if she offended the flower princess.

Comus watched from her spot on the makeshift dance floor, where she observed the threesome off in the corner - Eros not too far off looking like a voyeur. The thought alone made her chuckle. It seemed they were keeping things pretty tame but it was a bore to watch it take so long to come to fruition. This wasn’t what was planned and Coco wasn’t having it. Patience is a virtue, one that she does not possess. [color=B2617F]“Excuse me a moment~,”[/color] she sang, sashaying her way towards them.

[color=B2617F]“What’s going on over here?!”[/color] Her boisterous self and erratic dance moves could be easily passed off as [i]just Comus[/i] and it was because of that mentality that she was counting on to save her, should this go wrong. Things were going to happen, whether anyone wanted it or not. She collided into the remaining Death child, sending her crashing into Fear, their bodies and lips pressed together. [color=B2617F]“Oops~”[/color] The Cheshire grin she wore said otherwise.

The two collided and Phobos pulled Melinoë close against him, instinct driving him to stop her from falling, not wanting to see madness hurt in any way. Or no more than she already had been. He felt fury and irritation and exhaustion reaching its peak within him, only to be silenced as their lips touched. There was nothing for a moment as his fingers moved to flex around the back of her neck, holding her protectively...possessively. The calm was only breached by a feeling he did not recognise but he pushed it down, daring her instead to pull away if she wished to. 

A feeling washed over her, one she never thought she would experience again after so long. Melinoë melted into the embrace and clung to him like a life force, refusing to pull away from him.

When she didn't, he pressed forwards to deepen their accidental kiss, tightening his grip around the hair at the base of her head. It was all he could do to hold on and hope that she did not hate him. He would not be shocked if she did but that did not mean that he wished for it. Mels body was warm against his own and he made it so there was no space between them, nothing could be close enough for his liking and it was frustratingly so. The god would have kept going, giving little care or heed to the presence of anyone else in the room. Yet...a familiar giggle pierced the moment. Phobos let out a low growl as he finally pulled back, shooting daggers at Eros before glancing down at Melinoë once more. [color=9E1B31]"Are you okay?"[/color] He said with a frown, a hand still tangled in her hair. His chest moved laboriously, words coming out in little more than a whisper. 

Before the daughter of Hades could reply Comus jumped at the opportunity to make some jovial and annoying comment, [color=B2617F]“Huhuhuu~ I think she’s more than OK,”[/color] Coco giggled herself, joining Eros in shattering the moment. Before she could be smacked or receive any form of injury for actions caused intentionally or otherwise, the agent of chaos rushed back to Apollo and Hercules though kept her ears open.

Chaos was followed by love who grabbed hold of Xōchi’s hands and spun her around, laughing brightly all the while. [color=FF446E]"Phobos and Melinoë sitting in a tree~"[/color] He began to sing, too delirious in his excitement to really comprehend what he was doing. [color=FF446E]"K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love! Then comes marri--"[/color] He spun and spun, until his words were suddenly cut short by a choking grip against his collar and he found himself almost being strangled as he was slammed against the nearest wall.

[color=FF446E]"P-Phobos get off me you- you goofball…"[/color] Eros managed to wheeze out the few words as his fingers tried and failed to find any purchase to hold onto. The only breaths he was able to muster were shallow and his lighthearted expression quickly turned sour when he realised Phobos was not going to let go. His brother lessened his grip enough to allow Eros to take a full gulps of air, blue eyes gazing icily down at him. It scared the god that Phobos was not speaking but he was also annoyed [i]and[/i] the older one. This wasn't how it worked between them. So instead he bit down firmly onto his lip, not even grimacing as blood began to pool from the wound. [color=FF446E]"I think you should go back to Xōchi ~"[/color] Eros hummed against his own stained mouth as lust began to seep from the god. It would only be a few moments worth but that was enough.

[color=ff5500]“Oh my Us, Coco. Not even back a full hour and you’re already creating chaos.”[/color] Hercules had a conflicting set of thoughts running through his usually-empty head. Today had been bad enough for Mel, but at the same time, that part of him that loved Coco to death (mostly platonic, of course) also loved watching the chaos she created. He loved it so much that he had joined in on the fun and games, despite the aftermath of Eros getting thrust into the wall.

Wait, no not the wall! 

[color=ff5500]“Hey hey hey!”[/color] Hercules called out to dumb and dumber. [color=ff5500]“Don’t do that.”[/color] Breaking apart from the teasing trio, Hercules approached them, though he didn’t want to get [i]too[/i] close. [color=ff5500]“At least take it outside if you want to strangle Eros. We just had this wall repaired from the last party!” [/color]

Jealousy was one way to express what Xōchi was feeling. Despite knowing who Phobos’ heart truly yearned for, the Aztec goddess of Love was a selfish bitch that liked knowing she had men and women, gods and goddesses at her fingertips. So, if she were to accept Phobos desiring another, then she sure as hell wanted for [i]something[/i] to bloom between himself and Melinoë. 

[color=87575c]”Come now, Fear, harming your brother won’t change anything.”[/color] She had been pushed aside in the chaos that followed Coco, but seeing the state of Eros she had been thankful for it.  With her meddling now proven fruitful, it was now time to intervene in the barbaric alpha display Phobos was showing. Xōchi stepped back into the fray, curling a hand around Phobos’ arm to start pulling him away from her Eros, lest he harm his pretty face even more. 

The touch of her fingers against his skin pulled the gods' attention away from Eros. The lust was like a heavy haze, like an intoxication too strong to ignore. It clouded his mind and pushed away thoughts of Mel, thoughts of her soft lips and even softer skin. Without a moment's hesitation Phobos had caught Xōchi by the waist, pulling her close as he had done so madness only minutes before. His hands ran up her sides as he kissed her, his movements hungry and wanton. In that moment he wanted no-one else.

One minute, Hercules was too worried about the re-repaired wall and the next Phobos getting it on with Xōchi. [color=ff5500]“Damn.”[/color] Herc didn’t know what he should do. Should he try and stop it? Should he say something like ‘hey not on the wall?’ It looked like they were having fun. Part of Hercules was jealous but the other part worried it was going to get worse before it got better. So he just stood there, as quiet as Boy Wonder could.

The Fates really said, [color=E9D66B][i]"Fuck you, Melinoe"[/i][/color] as she stood there, having been pushed aside for Phobos to strangle Eros. Chaos ensued shortly after. If it wasn't one thing it was another and it all seemed to speed up. There was no time for a break, to catch up. To register what was happening until it had already passed. She just remembers [i]she[/i] sauntered back up towards him, touched him. And he moved along with her like a puppet on a string. It was disgusting to watch and had it been any other time, any other person; she might have enjoyed the spectacle - people watching at its finest. But this was her torment. And it wasn't fun.

Carnal lust rolled off of them in waves and it was enough to cloud her vision. Instead of screaming and crying and enacting some kind of petty, wrathful justice, Melinoë turned on her heels and stormed off. Making sure to collide her shoulder into Comus and anyone else unlucky enough to be caught in her path of madness. [color=B2617F]"Uh, [i][b]OUCH[/b][/i]?!"[/color] Coco shouted after her as she rubbed at her shoulder. She turned to gaze back at the scene before them, Xōchi helping herself to seconds on Phobos' front and Eros trying to catch his breath. The two of them locked eyes and it was as if they thought the same thing, [color=B2617F][sub][i]'It wasn't supposed to go like this...'[/i][/sub][/color] But what could they do? Try again? [i]Pfft[/i]. Not tonight. Chaos would rather keep whatever is left of her divinity, [i]thankyouverymuch[/i].

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