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unbiaseddeath) wrote2014-12-29 09:27 pm
unbiaseddeath) wrote2014-12-29 09:27 pm
Entry tags:
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."
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.
<3
"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."
lawl
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."