— bitofthisandthat: ☎

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    iris messaging; mother there are bees here why are ther bbes


sandsofchaos:

“Nothing? Not a thing? Really. Oh, okay. Then I suppose I came here for nothing as well.” Eris took calculated steps to her daughter, eyeing her with mass hysteria behind cold, cold eyes. She was a dam about to break at the immediate fright she felt. Her eyes drew casually down to the enchanted blade, designed to do the harm that only it could to the demi-Gods and other lesser immortals that couldn’t be killed by ordinary means. She plucked it up and fanned it back and forth, looking over the edge slowly as if merely studying it. Immediately, she stabbed it hard into the table’s surface between them.

"SELINA DON’T LIE TO ME!” Her posture moved closer, her eyes twinged with tears, though her face was horrid and furious. Her voice cracked, and she did her best to get a hold of herself, the lilt in her voice sounding broken, sad, and dignified all at once.
“Tell me what this is. Tell me for certain. No lies between us now." 

      selina refused to flinch, watching as eris plunged
       the blade into the hardwood  table as easily as if it had
       been butter. her eyes stayed anchored to the trembling
       knife,  the enchantments gleaming on its surface like a
       reflection of her mother’s twisting form.     the cracking
       in eris’ voice is louder than the loudest clap of thunder,
       a reminder of the GUILT that festers in the hollow soul
       that nestles under skin and bones.     selina averts her
       eyes.      she may be thousands of years old, but as of
       the moment,         she felt more like the toddler who’d
       broken her mother’s favourite vase.    said vase being
       the eggshells that remained of their fragile TRUST.

       ‘ ––––– you wouldn’t understand if i told you, mother. ’

— bitofthisandthat: "You 'texted'?" She entered her home, not bothering with the middle road of the mortal communication device. Appearing as a specter, as always. "You look ill... as much as one of our ilk /can/ look. What is wrong with you, Selina darling?"

      she jerks in surprise, berating herself
       for letting her guard down,       even for a
       moment. stupid girl. her skin is paler than
       usual,     but she lets not her gaze trail to
       where her magicked knife lies,      having
       had it at hand had she really wanted to…

       selina meets her mother’s eyes squarely,
       though unsure of what to say.

       ‘ –––– …nothing, mother. ’

— bitofthisandthat: ✉

[ iris message. – deleted ] I’m not coming back.
[ iris message. – deleted ] I’m a damn fool, Mother. I’m sorry.
[ iris message. – deleted ] Maybe it’s been too long. I don’t want this anymore.
[ iris message. – deleted ] Will my soul end up with you if I end it?
[ iris message. – deleted ] Fuck it. I’m sorry.

[ iris message. ] Call me back when you can.

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Selina sucks in a sharp breath at Eris’ soft touch.
Her voice is bittersweet when she finally speaks.

                    “Aren’t you going to do the whole mother thing and ask me how I got them?”

sandsofchaos:

“Well, that too. But we don’t rest on our-so-called laurels amongst each oth—” Her eyes widened in shock, years had passed since Selina willingly held her, and first, at that. She carefully cupped her to her and sighed out. 

“I am biased, since I’ve see thieves of all shapes and sizes on this cesspit of a planet degrading the noble profession and art of appropriation.” She hissed in disgust. “Flubbering it up like it’s a hobby and thrill and nothing else…makes me sick. Philistines…I cheer when they get caught.” She ran her hands lovingly over Selina’s back. “You are getting as good as Autolycus…in a few decades you should be even on his level. See? Not completely biased.”

          She’s never really been able to pinpoint what exactly Eris smells like, albeit having lived with her mother for years in her youth. But she does admit that although her mother flows around the palace like a wisp of liquid - she’s surprisingly firm to the touch. The mysteries of gods. Who even knows what they’re made of. Selina awkwardly pats her mother’s back.

"Not completely biased, but still.” She pulls away - she’s never been much of a hugger and that embrace pretty much was the limit of her physical touch for the day. “Thanks. It’s nice to have a mother to come home to after a thousand years apart.” Tartarus was quiet - and Selina would spend a little time here before returning to the cacophony of Earth.

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Selina sucks in a sharp breath at Eris’ soft touch.
Her voice is bittersweet when she finally speaks.

                    “Aren’t you going to do the whole mother thing and ask me how I got them?”

sandsofchaos:

Eris grumbled under her breath and rolled her eyes in sarcasm. “As long as they got what they deserved…and you made away with the prize, that’s all that matters.” She played with her hair a bit, pulling it into a perfect line over her blouse. “I know you’re the best. But even the best little minx can get get her foot in a trap once and while. But you tripping it free makes you more dangerous than all the rest. You know the secrets to survival better than anyone else. That’s why you’re the best.”

          “That, and I’m a demigod.” A roll of her eyes, but a smile to soothe the sting. “What makes me dangerous is that I’m half god, Mother.” Not to say the years of experience and the years of learning how to live and how to survive when your age changes slower than most. “And I hardly think I’m the best. You’re just biased.” But she turns to embrace her mother. It’s been long years since she’s spent time with the goddess here in her ancestral home. And having a mother to worry over your wounds wasn’t that bad. A touch of normality in an abnormal life.

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Selina sucks in a sharp breath at Eris’ soft touch.
Her voice is bittersweet when she finally speaks.

                    “Aren’t you going to do the whole mother thing and ask me how I got them?”

sandsofchaos:

“…Is the giver far worse off than you?” Her voice purred in disapproval, stoic as ever. But it was all she could muster after years of her daughter out in the world without her.

At that, Selina musters a small smile. She doesn’t shiver in the chill of her mother’s palace despite the cold that emanates from the halls around her. This was – is her childhood home. She half turns, fingers grazing the dresser by her side. “Of course. I’m your daughter after all.” The quirk of her lip is almost wolfish now. “Surely you can’t doubt what you taught me.”

— bitofthisandthat: "How did you escape?"

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Don’t attempt to ground me again.”

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“I am proud of you. I keep you apart since, I forget at times you are mine, and not a demi-breed set to outdo me in all that you are skillful of. I ridiculed and hung my Mother on a tree for all that she did to me through the eons. It took me thousands of years to realize she hurt me only because she saw a daughter that would take what she used to be and overcome it…become more than her. Better…To Hera, I represent a parasite consuming the host that bore me. 

I never viewed this way, and I never will. Though I have no need or connection to your father, I feel that we only need each other, and there is no one, nowhere that will tear this asunder. We have a long, long, long life together Salina. You may be free to rattle cages, and set the world on fire, and I will stand aside and let you. Because unlike MY mother, I am not afraid of you upstaging me or sucking the life from me to make you stronger—I see you as an extension of myself, and still, you are your own being. I revel in it, I am amazed by it. I push you forward, I do not bury you. 

So if I seem hard, it’s only to distance myself from feeling so much at once. I am a dangerous predator, and I know an impulse to strike out in the name of my cub is too great. 
I want you to be your own savior. Understood?”

The columns of the goddess’ home were cold and the halls dark, as they’d always been in Selina’s memory. Always foreboding to others, but to the willowy brunette as she stepped through the palace peeking around corners in an effort to catch at least a wisp of its mistress’ presence – it was home. At the very least, it was a place she liked to call home when she wasn’t on Earth. The demigod sighed as she continued her lonely trek through the halls. It was futile to keep looking for her mother – she probably knew where she was, and when she’d arrived the minute she’d stepped foot in the palace.

In retrospect, it might have been a better decision to just wait for Eris to come to her instead of waiting. But the little walk had quickly reacquainted the semi-mortal thief with the place she’d spent half her childhood in. She wandered toward the throne room, letting her voice echo aimlessly as she called out, “Mother– I’m home.”