Helenus starts to stutter over his words in the attempt to ask if they were all right, eyeballing Melinoe first to see if she was in one piece, and then again at Phonos buttoning his shirt back up. Is that relief in his expression to note that she was still fully clothed and not entirely disheveled? But then the wheels seem to turn faster in his head, and Melinoe can almost pinpoint each potential situation that he considers. She holds up a hand and shakes her head as an indicator of what could be construed as both ‘don’t ask’ and ‘not right now’ before she walks with Phonos down the hall and to whatever business her father had decided he needed her for.
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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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.