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unbiaseddeath) wrote2014-12-29 09:27 pm
unbiaseddeath) wrote2014-12-29 09:27 pm
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phonos + meli
Who: Phonos & Melinoe
Where: Helenus' apartment building
When: afternoon idk
What: Hades sends Phonos to retrieve Melinoe; he interrupts her hanging with Helenus and then they get stuck in an elevator
Phonos didn't mind being Hades' errand boy on occasion. He was generally devoid of other activities that held his interest and work had been slower with the winter season. It was amusing in its own way that the number of homicides decreased with the bad weather, as if people were too lazy to do their murder in the cold. He'd been making efforts to improve the seasonal Slaughter, but thus far his luck had been rather poor. Which left him plenty of time to do as Hades asked.
It certainly didn't bother him to be asked to fetch Melinoe for whatever private, family business Hades desired. He found himself uncomfortable, however, with the realization that she was currently alone with Helenus in his apartment, spending more quality time together. The two had been increasingly close lately and it annoyed Phonos that she could be so flippant and juvenile. Or so he told himself. She was better than that.
Stepping from the elevator, the man made his way down the hall until he came to Helenus' door. Without hesitation or reservation, he pounded a few times on the door. When Helenus opened, he immediately met the man's gaze with a cold and dead stare. "Hades has requested Melinoe's presence at home. I was sent to retrieve her."
He ignored the man's questioning and protests, looking past him to the woman who always confused him. Confused Murder, who should not be capable of such feelings. "Melinoe."
Where: Helenus' apartment building
When: afternoon idk
What: Hades sends Phonos to retrieve Melinoe; he interrupts her hanging with Helenus and then they get stuck in an elevator
Phonos didn't mind being Hades' errand boy on occasion. He was generally devoid of other activities that held his interest and work had been slower with the winter season. It was amusing in its own way that the number of homicides decreased with the bad weather, as if people were too lazy to do their murder in the cold. He'd been making efforts to improve the seasonal Slaughter, but thus far his luck had been rather poor. Which left him plenty of time to do as Hades asked.
It certainly didn't bother him to be asked to fetch Melinoe for whatever private, family business Hades desired. He found himself uncomfortable, however, with the realization that she was currently alone with Helenus in his apartment, spending more quality time together. The two had been increasingly close lately and it annoyed Phonos that she could be so flippant and juvenile. Or so he told himself. She was better than that.
Stepping from the elevator, the man made his way down the hall until he came to Helenus' door. Without hesitation or reservation, he pounded a few times on the door. When Helenus opened, he immediately met the man's gaze with a cold and dead stare. "Hades has requested Melinoe's presence at home. I was sent to retrieve her."
He ignored the man's questioning and protests, looking past him to the woman who always confused him. Confused Murder, who should not be capable of such feelings. "Melinoe."
Bear with me. It's been a while, but I've missed her. lol
The pounding had startled the pair of them, and Melinoe's surprise at the fact it was Phonos standing in the doorway was not concealed well. The dynamic between the pair of them had been tense as of late, though she'd not put her finger on precisely why other than the embodiment of Murder struggling with very human emotions. Meli had been around them for so long, they were second nature (even if she did try very hard to strangle whatever was flitting around her heart when it came to Phonos).
She stood, meeting his gaze with a furrowed brow. "Phonos. You could have called. Might have been easier." With that, she gathers her coat and bag, providing Helenus with an apologetic kiss on his cheek and an apologetic whisper of "I'll call you."
Taking Phonos by the arm, she pulled him away from Helenus' apartment as they ventured down the hall and to the elevator. "Is Papa so displeased that he might send you?"
Always <3
He didn't respond to her comment about calling, his expression warped to something sharp as he stared at Helenus. The man quickly said a pleasant goodbye to Melinoe, glared at Phonos, and then promptly slammed the door behind them as Melinoe was suddenly pulling him down the hall. The touch burned with its spontaneity, surprising him and causing him to yank his arm back, free from her.
"He was unable to come himself and requested that I might take his place. Apparently he was worried your company might be too consuming to risk a mere call." His voice was flat, hollow. Phonos jabbed the elevator button with his thumb as they arrived, staring at the numbers and pointedly avoiding looking at her.
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But then, when was Phonos actually pleased about anything?
“Did he bother explaining just what it is that my presence is so direly needed for that he felt compelled to send someone to fetch me?” Melinoe sighed, looking up at the elevator light as it dinged its arrival. “Not that it matters. I think I am more disappointed that he has so little faith in me to come of my own accord.”
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As soon as the door opened, he stepped inside, still not looking at her. Phonos could feel her near him. It wasn't the same as he felt with some others, the heartbeat and the air in their lungs, the life within them begging- screaming to be let out. That was what Murder did. No, with her it was different. It felt like a power. One he had no control over.
"Faith is irrelevant." For what is faith but blind belief in something. It relied on too much emotional attachment for his liking. "He trusts you. Trust him that his choice to ask for an escort was warranted."
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What he says to her as the doors close that gives the goddess pause: Trust that her father asked him to escort her home for a reason. Her Papa was her light, even if he was the seat of the Underworld. Even if he was not the individual who had sired her.
"Indeed," she murmured, turning her head to look him over. "My trust lies in him most of anyone. My apologies to you for my attitude." He seemed out of sorts, which was nothing overly unusual some days. This particular day appeared to be a 'more so than usual' event.
"Phonos... are you feeling well?"
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"No apologies necessary," he said with equal apathy, genuinely believing his words.
It was her question that caught him off guard. He blinked and dropped his gaze to look at her, ignoring the strange response it caused in his chest. There might be a feeling ascribed to the physiological actions, but Killing didn't feel. "Perhaps distracted, not ill. Why do you ask that?"
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Before Phonos can provide a suitable answer; before Melinoe can reason with herself that the rising heat in her cheeks isn't because she'd just caught his gaze with her own, the elevator jerks to a stop, causing the girl to reach out and grip Phonos' arm as she stumbles. For a moment, all is dark before the emergency light blips on, though the fan that circulates the air has ceased its movement.
She looked at her current lift companion, pausing a moment before she lets go of his arm. "Are you all right?"
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The moment he realized what has occurred and that they were both physically unharmed, he released her and took a step back to give her space again. Phonos ignored that his breathing was slightly more shallow and that his heart was pounding. Instead, he began thinking about their predicament and what the next steps might be.
"I'm fine," he murmured, looking for an emergency call button and finding none. "Are you?"
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But then, these thoughts were not essential to their situation, and she nodded an affirmative to his question. "I am." She blinked up at the mostly dim emergency light before looking at the control pane. No emergency button, and no emergency phone. How did this building ever pass inspection, especially as old as it is? On a whim, she reached into her purse for her mobile phone only to provide a deep frown when she sees the reception in the metal compartment they were stuck in had no reception.
Meli glanced over at him. "We can either start calling out for help until someone hears us, or they realize that the elevator isn't working."
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"I will not fruitlessly yell in this metal box. We will be discovered in due time. Until then, we can try other means." With that, he turned to look at the ceiling, searching for some way to escape in just such an emergency. Clearly this elevator was conspiring against them, given its utter unwillingness to offer them anything in the way of aid.
"This was certainly not my intention," he added after a moment, moving to the elevator's door and beginning to examine them. "I apologize for your having to endure my company for so long. I know you are angry with me, even if I do not understand why."
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"I know stopping an elevator was not your intention." Why on earth would someone intentionally stop an elevator with themselves inside? "And I am not angry with you. Not really. Perhaps a bit annoyed." She sighed, watching him attempt to solve the seemingly unsolvable issue of the crazy people mover. "The manner in which you arrived was a bit heavy-handed and entirely unexpected, but I am not angry."
A beat. "I don't mind your company at all. I never do."
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After a momentary pause, he lifted his head and continued as he was, tugging at the doors with all his might. Unfortunately, he was not a particularly large or strong man. His strengths were those of the mind, not brute force. They only opened a few inches to reveal a concrete wall beyond. Although they remained apart, he could not get them to open any more.
With a tight expression and a strained voice, he finally replied. It was the things he thought he should say more than what he actually felt, denying those feelings, but the lack of sincerity might have been noticeable. "I have no relationship with Helenus and no need or reason to treat him well. His existence has, thus far, only been a hindrance to your father."
His mind wandered back to that night in the lab, to when she had kissed him for the first time with his hands covered in blood. His posture stiffened anew with the thought and he had to focus away from it, lest he show some physical signs of the memory.
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"He is my friend, and my friendships are dear to me." Her brow had long since furrowed, though her increasingly aggravated gaze remains on his person, despite the fact he'll not look at her. "There is nothing about my relationship with Helenus that should hinder my father in any aspect of his life--I would leave that to my sister who seems to despise my very existence at times.
"What does any of this have to do with you? Other than my father having you seek me out?" The tension in his voice had been noted, and the pull was there to ask him again what it was that bothered him so. But Phonos despised the fact that he being mortal meant that there were very real issues that he had never experienced before and should deal with. That meant emotions both good and bad, and that had been a never-ending battle between the pair of them, mainly the fault of Melinoe who had stepped over a line that should have never been crossed, despite the fact that she had desired it so.
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He pointed turned to look at her, gaze intense and unwavering as she continued speaking. When she asked what it had to do with him, he took a long step toward her, closing most of the distance between them and throwing into sharp relief the differences in their heights. Every part of him was stiff, even his hands down at his sides, completely still.
"I will endeavor to be more polite to him if that is what you are requesting. Your relationship with your sister, however, is none of my concern. Some matters your father must deal with directly." He continued watching her, not looking away. His breathing was deliberate, the rest of him still unmoving.
"As for the latter.. You have answered your own question." His voice quieted a hint as he continued. "This- You have nothing to do with me, other than your father having me seek you out."
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'You have nothing to do with me, other than your father having me seek you out', he'd said. Her gaze had locked with his when he had turned away from the wall moments before--it was the shift in his voice that made her pulse race just a little faster, and made her expression just a little softer.
Melinoe could not decide if this was good or bad.
"Phonos," she sighed, seeking some semblance of an answer to everything in his eyes. "I--" What, Melinoe? What could you possibly say to him that hadn't been said before? She bit her lip before continuing. "I thought a limited relationship with you was what you wanted. No more questions from me. No more arguing..." She grew silent, wondering just where any of this was going. Unlike the elevator which was going to get them to talk, it seemed, whether they wanted to or not.
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Opening his eyes again, a mere few seconds after she finished speaking in real time, he continued to stare at her. He was at war, part of him wanting to cave to that powerful human desire and all the pleasure that went with it, the other part insisting that he keep his wits and not descend into the madness of humanity.
"Yes," he agreed finally, though his voice continued to sound strained. "I do not desire to argue with you or to endure your questions or accusations about my humanity and emotions."
And yet, as he said these things, he leaned slowly forward as if he might kiss her, instead bringing his lips to brush her ear. The whisper came with a primal desire he could not entirely hide: "I am not capable of what you want me to be."
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And his inflection. How could that be ignored? How could that go unanswered? How is it that someone who refuses any emotion sound as he had-- danger and desire entangled?
Melinoe clutched her coat against her person, unable to fight her own physical reaction to the man who held her affections in more ways than she could count and in some ways she couldn't quite understand. She felt her face flush as she turned her head just enough to respond. "I only want you to be."
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It was her words that caused him to fall. The man gave up trying to control himself in that moment. His head turned to catch her lips, pressing into her. It was uncharacteristically aggressive of the normally apathetic man, all the pent up rage of her questions, his feelings, Helenus, Makaria, and everything else all pouring into that kiss.
His hands, no longer bound to his sides, lifted to firmly grab her waist. He was already trying to move her backward, to follow her to the wall where he could use the resistance to his advantage. If he was going to succumb to pleasure, he may as well dive in. Murder did not do things by halves and he wants her body against his, to feel her, in the concrete, tangible sense.
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Her heart pounds a cadence in her chest, beginning to fall in time with the man's as he pressed against her. The coat she'd been holding onto drops to the floor as her backside hits the wall of the encapsulated space. Her hands reached up to grip the front of his shirt, if only to draw him closer; her hips pressed against an increasing need in him. As their bodies grew warmer, their individual scents began to mingle-- the lavender soap she used pairing surprisingly elegantly with his coppery and almost woodsy musk. It made her weak at the knees, and she might have stumbled had she been standing unaided.
The combination of it all made Melinoe moan against the starving act. She had never experienced anything like it before, not even when the pair of them had been intoxicated. This was different. While they were mostly of clear and sound mind, the events playing out were enough to replicate the heady sensation of a drunken night.
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He broke their marathon for a brief respite, breathing heavily against her. Then a growl built at the base of his throat and he forced himself to back away a few inches and try to clear his head. This wasn't what he had planned. This wasn't supposed to happen. If Hades found out- Phonos slammed the wall with the hand not still clinging to her side.
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She hadn't wanted him to stop, but the need to catch their breath was not the end of the world. Her breathing came in short, quiet gasps. Her hands had since slipped from grasping the front of his shirt to sliding up over his chest, feeling the body beneath the material. She was more than content to do this for a while, but then he pulls away from her: all growl and rage and taking it out on the wall beside her head. She startled, and it was all Melinoe could do to not feed that anger back to him. But she always found herself in the same corner, the same boat of 'I cannot push him to embrace this, for he'll only push back'.
She allows her hand to drop to his that remains at her hip, sliding up to his wrist to grasp onto, if for nothing else than support for the pair of them. She was frustrated, less than he was, but the sentiment was certainly there. He rejected every speck of feeling he could possibly have only to find it suddenly in a situation that they hadn't meant to find themselves in, and managed to then reel it back in again. It was the closest she had ever seen him allow himself one iota of anything for himself, other than who he was and what his livelihood entailed: He was Murder. Could Murder ever have joy? Or pleasure?
For the briefest of moments, she had felt it emanate from him.
Melinoe remained breathless for a time, feeling mildly useless and watching him fight with his inner self. No matter what she said, it would likely frustrate him more. And they were both worked up in more ways than one without a quick escape. "Breathe, Phonos," she murmured, using her thumb to gently rub at the inside of his wrist. It was the best her brain could come up with in the moment, and still it felt wrong to say.
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In spite of his reticence to continue, he couldn't pull himself away. Try as Phonos might to will himself back into composure and sanity, her hold on him was too great and he became, instead, a statue against her for the moment as he endeavoured to catch his breath. When Melinoe dropped her hands, he thought the absence might tear him apart. He closed his eyes and focused on her words, on breathing and the softness of her thumb on his wrist.
His hand on her hip was unmoving, unwilling to risk that her own hand might leave his wrist. Phonos straightened the minimum amount needed to regain his balance completely, opening his eyes again while keeping as close to her as possible. The hand which expressed rage a moment before now fell down to pick up her free hand with need and desire. His eyes dropped to watch the connection, unable to look at her as he encouraged her fingers to return beneath his shirt to feel the skin there again. It was out of character for him to ask for anything from her, however minor, and to ask for something so vulnerable was unheard of. Which is why he couldn't ask, couldn't look at her, why he could only encourage her silently and hope that she would understand.
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So immersed in Phonos’ kiss and his touch had Melinoe been when she first reached for his shirt, to trace his skin so intimately that she hadn’t truly paid attention to where her hands initially travelled, apparently of their own accord. He was willing her to take the same path as before; an indication of some sort of inward embrace of what had become like a flashpoint, building up to an inferno that neither had experienced before. No words were needed, and she does as he needs her to. Her gentle fingers slide up from the bottom hem of his shirt, beneath the material to touch his bare skin again. The hand holding onto his wrist finally lets go, only to reach out and mimic the actions of its mate. Their dance is unhurried and sensual, allowing Meli to take to memory every inch and curve of his form she could gather.
After a few moments, her fingers of her left hand find the way to the front of his buttoned shirt, leaving the other hand to continue onward, sliding around his waist and up the length of his spine. Melinoe begins to unbutton the shirt that suddenly seems a hindrance. As she reaches the second in line, she looks up at him with her dark blue eyes, framed by a dark set of lashes, and waits for his lead. After all, the last thing she desires is to alienate him, or be separated from his person (and oh, how her own body and heart do cry out for him, for so many reasons) but she would stop the world from turning if he deemed it should be so.
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His eyes snap open as her fingers travel on his back, the buttons on the front slowly pulling away. He makes no effort to stop her here, silently willing her to continue as their eyes meet. The chances of them seeing this through to where they've gone before is unlikely; not here, not like this. But this is enough. This is a rare moment of truth, of feeling that Phonos knows is not meant for him in normal daylight. As if because of that, he leans down to kiss her again. Softly, deeply.
It's all rather chaste for the primal desire of before, which still lurks beneath the surface. He can't risk too much too quickly, can't force himself on her when a moment before they were fighting and likely will be in another moment hence. Try as Murder might to think of the moment past and the moment future, she has him locked in this one. He grinds slowly and deliberately against her as he kisses her again, the hand which was holding hers now moving to her face, to push her hair out of his way and to feel the gentle curves there.
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Each brush of his fingertips and the heat behind them was quickly starting to become an obsession; the way he had been aggressive with her one moment then extraordinarily tender in the next breath was something of a paradox, and not unlike how Murder could be in various circumstances. Every single movement, every catch of a gaze fueled the addiction. Was any of it right? Would there be regrets later? With Phonos, it was difficult to tell. He was not wired to handle human emotions, regret being one of the biggest. What would Murder actually be if regret clouded his activity? Melinoe silently cursed the thoughts that drifted into her mind and were now at odds with everything she had been allowing to take over her person.
Oh, but then he touches her face and brushes her hair away as he grinds against her. And he just had to be affectionate and bellicose all at once, didn’t he. The immersion of it all set each of her nerves on fire, and the heat rising in the elevator between the two of them was only spurred on by the lack of moving air; the light sheen of perspiration beginning on her skin only served to drive her desire forward. His shirt was fully opened before either of them realized it, and Melione ignored the fact that the hand resting on his chest was sliding down of its own accord to rest at the waistband of his trousers.
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He stills in his movements again, holding there, tense and angry, while he tries to work through the conflicting ideas and physical responses to her. The way she looks, so desperate and eager, is something he could not have envisioned in his wildest dreams. That Melinoe should ever want him like this had barely crossed his mind and never as any realistic outcome. Yet here she was- is. And the sight of her is flawless and some part of him worries as much about ruining this, ruining her, as engaging in where they're headed.
Phonos drops his head beside hers, hot breath beating heavily against her neck as his eyes drift closed in contemplation. He makes no move to stop the hands wandering down to his belt, but he hasn't moved beyond the shifting of his head.
"We shouldn't do this," he murmurs. "I don't want to do this. You deserve better than this. You deserve better than me."
It's a compilation of ideas. Both that she's too good for him and that he has no desire to take her in a stopped and dirty elevator like this. He wants her in his apartment, in her bed. At least for the first time, if he can be so bold as to allow his thoughts to wander that way. It feels too daring. His breathing still heavy on her neck, his body still responding to her, and yet his mind trying so desperately to tear him away.
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She rests the back of her head against the wall of the contraption they’re stuck inside of in the attempt to reign herself in. He was right in the fact that they should not do such a thing. Not here, not in the haziness of pent-up emotion—if it is something that he does desire, and Meli suspects that he is unsure of everything at present. However, if Phonos is wrong about anything, it is his self-worth in terms of her.
Rather than separate from his person, Melinoe finds herself wrapping her arms around his waist instead, resting her forehead on his shoulder. She says nothing for a quiet moment, unsure of what it is she could possibly say to him in comfort. Though each and every nerve in her screams to be touched by him further, she could not push.
“Phonos,” she breathes. “It has always been you. Trust that we do not have to do anything that you do not wish to. I would not ask more.”
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Murder straightens, lifting his head and looking at her again just in time to see her move. He tenses in anticipation of the act and is surprised when her arms encircle him, her head on his shoulder. It feels right; it feels wrong. Phonos swallows the lump in his throat and slowly reaches to wrap his arms around her upper back, pulling her against him gently yet fiercely protective—and a little possessive, if he's honest. He has no interest in denying her, nor standing aside and watching her with anyone else.
Her words are his salvation and his damnation all at once. Hades. Slaughter caring. There are too many reasons this is doomed to fail and yet he refuses to let go of her now that he has a hold. Murder has long been an act of obsession, after all. "Have dinner with me tonight. We will need to discuss the practicalities of such a.. relationship. If it should occur."
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Because you fit so easily here.
You shouldn’t, but you do.
Makaria is almost certainly better for him, isn’t she?
“Dinner,” she repeats in a soft murmur, turning her face so that she might press her lips to his bare chest, if only briefly enough to try and rid her mindspeak of the doubt that creeps in almost seamlessly, and she tries ever so hard to keep the rest of her thoughts concentrated on him. “Yes, of course. Where should we have our meal?” Melinoe’s blue gaze lifts to meet that of Phonos, wondering yet again how they found themselves in such a state: Excited beyond measure as they hold onto each other for what seems like dear life, and equally terrified of the entire thing. The where does not necessarily matter so much, but the discussion does. The lack of too much distraction may be beneficial in this circumstance.
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"I am no hero. I have no soft heart. You know this, Melinoe. If you should still offer your affections, then you must be aware of what I am." He peers down at her, through her, into her thoughts and mind and whatever he can see in this woman he has feelings for, emotions he dare not give name to.
"I cannot be your.. boyfriend." He makes a face at that, one of slight disgust. The concept is so grossly human to him. While the Gods may have their counterparts, he has a hard time envisioning Hades dating. He would not demean himself - nor her - so much as to play at romance. That said.
He leans down to kiss her again, his lips tender upon hers while his hands still grip her shoulders like vices.
"You will choose the restaurant and the time which is most convenient for you. I will meet-" Phonos is about to say more when there's a loud grinding noise, as if the elevator may begin working again, cutting off his thoughts.
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But he kisses her again, and that she will allow him (not that she would find it terribly difficult to deny him much of anything, truth be told). Meli would be a liar if she denied that she had enjoyed every touch of his lips, every brush of his breath on her skin, though she almost wishes that he hadn’t done that very thing again. It served only to reignite the fire within that she had been trying to frantically extinguish. His quiet dominance in telling her how the restaurant would be picked does not help her inner predicament in the least, and the groan of the elevator coming back to life manages to at least put the thoughts traipsing around her mind on hold.
She can only nod as the elevator fan starts blowing again, and the thing jerks back to life to restart its journey to the original destination. “I will let you know,” is her response as she pulls away from his grasp on her shoulders to pick up her coat and purse from the floor of the elevator, briefly forgetting the fact that Phonos is currently the most exposed in a public space he’s ever been. His shirt remains unbuttoned, and gods only knew what people would consider about them being together in a stalled elevator, anyway.
“Your shirt, Phonos…”
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His expression darkens into a slight scowl at her response, his own thought unfinished. It will do. Then her reminder comes and he glances down, as if only now becoming aware that his shirt hangs wide open. His mind sparks with the memory of her fingers on his chest, her nails on his back, and it takes everything in him to face the doors rather than to submit again to his whims.
Phonos works slowly and deliberately to button his shirt again, surprised at how difficult the infantile action is when his mind is so wholly consumed with other thoughts and distractions. He's halfway done when the box dings and the doors slide open: to reveal a worried and suddenly confused Helenus.
Murder says nothing, only continuing in the action of clothing himself once more. He leaves it for Melinoe to explain if she will, curious as to what excuse or description she might offer her friend. There's a small, dark part of Phonos that takes joy in the man's witnessing of such insinuations. Perhaps he will learn his lesson now, that Melinoe is no longer his - or never was.
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Part of her wondered if what had transpired in the elevator had only been a figment of her imagination. Was the more human part of Phonos coming through? He had shown some of a dominant side, and something that was more tender in a blink of an eye. Or was it naught but raw and undulated lust? Mortals had more of that in them than one might consider at first glance, but Melinoe would be wrong to speculate too much on it. He had become vulnerable in her presence, and she chose to take it as the gift that it felt like to her. To ask more of him or to assume he'd held her closer or tighter (oh, how wonderful it had felt) because he cares too much would be foolish.
After Hades had sent her off after their meeting, Melinoe had begun to consider restaurant options, none of which seemed appealing or appropriate for the situation at hand. Too many people within earshot, too many distractions. If she and Phonos were going to discuss a potential relationship, or even what had transpired that afternoon (it was difficult to not think about their closeness, or the touch of his kiss while she was talking to her family about whatever her father decided was worth discussing), it would have to be done without outside interference.
She calls him. As his voice travels through the receiver, she begins to speak. “Phonos. We are having dinner at my place tonight at eight.” There is no hesitation in her statement. There is a place and a time set as he had requested. Granted, it is not the restaurant that he had mentioned, but it was still a two out of three scenario.
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"Very well," he offers finally, simply. He waits a beat for her to say more. When she doesn't, Murder simply hangs up the phone. Normally he would not be so curt, there would be goodbyes and patience. But his patience has been running thin since his blood was made to boil. Helenus' presence there was a gift, doing the most benefit to return him to his normal state of mind.
Phonos does his best to push the thoughts away, to focus on his work until the time. He succeeds quite well until he departs from his job. Then the spirit- the man has nothing left to do but think as he walks back to the apartment, as he showers and gets dressed. A pair of slacks, a dark gray button-down, a belt.
It's eight o'clock precisely when he knocks on Melinoe's door, bottle of dark syrah in hand. He has no intention of getting drunk again, but Phonos has learned enough of polite custom to offer a bottle of wine. It's the least he can do to act like this isn't a talk to end whatever this is before it begins.
Forgive the choppy. I wrote it at work. lol
“Please come in,” she invites, pleased to take the bottle from him after she shuts the door. “I am glad that you came, Phonos.” And she sincerely means it. In truth, Meli had fully expected him to back out: He’d had time to think about everything that had transpired, and no doubt reiterate his intention of not being her ‘boyfriend’(she finds the term irritating), or continuing any relationship of that ilk. She would not press him further, though the elevator had obviously not been planned, to embrace the humanity he was so cruelly put into. She had tried, she had failed but for one brief moment in time in an elevator when she told him that she only wanted him to be.
She believes that she has been fair in allowing him what he had wanted of her: a working relationship with little else to account for it, and Melinoe is terribly unclear on how to proceed from this point after what had happened that afternoon. If he has little to no desire to have her for his own in terms of any relationship outside of their current standing, then he would need to move on from his jealousy when she sought other company than his.
She leads him further into her apartment. “I have made chicken piccata. I do hope you enjoy it.” Small talk. No sense in sitting in utter silence.
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"I said that I would come," he replies plainly. It's almost an insult to suggest he might not, even though he knows there's truth in the sentiment. Still, he follows her without complaint, eyes glancing about. He's seen her apartment on a handful of occasions before, but there's something new about it this time, unwanted notions of how and where they could engage in their base instincts flashing through his mind.
He forces his attention back to her and finds he's already frustrated, both sexually and with her endeavor at small talk. Murder can be remarkably patient at times; other times, he is immediate and without thought. Right now, he finds it difficult to be his normal self and all the more angry for it.
"Why here?" He asks, keeping his voice and expression even in spite of the myriad of moods and thoughts devouring him.
I almost posted this as another person. This would have been very awkward.
She pulls the cork out with a mildly satisfying ‘pop’ before pausing, appearing as though she’s mulling something around to say. “That and those who follow me have a tendency to stay quiet or hide away when there are fewer people. And when you are with me.”
The subject is changed as she pulls down two wine glasses in addition to mentally kicking herself while she pours them each a measure. “Papa has mentioned that he would like to meet with you tomorrow. Something about a task he needs completed.” For Melinoe, it has always been more than the physical attraction with Phonos, but it was becoming very difficult for her to ignore such a primal sensation with him standing only a few feet away watching her move toward him to hand him his glass. "He did not specify a time."
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He watches her with a deeply intense stare, never glancing away from her as she opens the wine and sets about to pouring the drinks for them. When she approaches, he accepts one, very deliberately not touching her hand in order to do so. It's a subtle gesture, but important for him right now.
"Let us not speak of your father," he murmurs before taking a small sip of the wine. It's dry but flavorful, serving as only the mildest distraction from the way the dress settles on her curves. He should be above such things.
Phonos moves a step closer to Melinoe, directly in front of her without actually coming in contact, staring down at her. "Will it make you uncomfortable to continue our work together at the morgue?"
Brain jumble today. I apologiz for the delay and the not best tag. :/
The kitchen timer beeps through the brief silence as she looks up at him, blue eyes wide. “No,” she answers. Her heart speeds its cadence at his closeness, not to mention his gaze that she knows far too well for her own good. “Only if I were made to feel uncomfortable.” She turns away from him, sitting her glass on the counter as she moves to turn off the timer and remove their dinner from the heat. “A better question, Phonos, is whether or not you will be made uncomfortable.” Because that is the last thing that she desires, only next to his never wanting anything to do with her again. "I do not desire such a circumstance."