( the world will eat you up. )
you just have to bite back.
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ARCHIVED.
( INACTIVE )
“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.
— bitofthisandthat: "Goodbye" {:3 not sorry}
The Iris message is definitely not good
quality - with what could pass as static
constantly distorting the weary face of
the demigoddess. It’s dark and grainy,
wherever she’s sending this message
from. Her face is a hundred shades of
tired & creased from years of running.
“Mother ––– Mom. I’m sorry it’s been so
long.” An uncharacteristic look of worry
passes like a cloud across her features.
“I’m going to have to keep this short. I’m
sorry I’ll never see your new kid. Really, I
am. I got into trouble with some powerful
people and I know, I know, I’m a demigod,
but I guess I’ve finally reached my limit. I’ll
take a wild guess that you’re getting mad.”
A hand just faintly stained copper with old
crusted blood runs absently through long
locks, a pained pinch of her lips following.
“I’m sorry, Mother. I hope you’re happy with –––– “
There’s a disturbance off to the side of the
Iris message, and Selina abruptly stands.
The call cuts, the last image visible being a
splash of blood and a muffled cry of pain.
The last droplets of water that comprised of
Selina’s final message to her mother slowly
drift to the cold marble floor of Eris’ palace,
the faint spray a poor substitution for the
copper rain that had been Selina’s last words.
— bitofthisandthat: "Are you pregnant on purpose, or is this a 'like mother-like daughter sort of event?'"
“ ––––– ! For the love of the gods, mother.
I didn’t know until yesterday. Certainly after
I knew about my incoming sibling. ”
— bitofthisandthat: {show mommy} &
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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?”
“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?”
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?”
Eris’s delicate finger inspected it closely, her keen eyes titling over the scar a bit closer. “It was very deep. You must have bleed for hours.”She frowned deeply and pulled the fabric back over her daughter’s back shoulder. “I trained you in most aspects…but an injury this personal and deep—who did you trust to get this close to do this? Or did some psychopath with high adrenaline come at you from nowhere?”
Selina sighs, tugging her shirt hem down. “Mother; I live among those you call crude and barbaric. What did you expect?” To be honest, she doesn’t quite remember where that scar came from anymore. Among all the many that mar her skin - each has a story that Selina has stored far back in her mind. “I’m a thief and a wanted criminal. It’s no wonder I get hurt.”
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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?”
“…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: {show mommy} &
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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?”
