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Post by aphrodite on Sept 7, 2010 22:02:49 GMT -5
Aphrodite had long since been to Camp Half-Blood for a specific reason such as this. Sure, she had visited Harper, and her daughter due to her being lonely. But this, this was something much different and extremely important. There was someone she needed to talk to and despite how important things were getting now—there was a very engagement going on in Turkey that had to go well or it might have resulted in a new Desert War. Not to mention the loss of another fantastic love story in the making—maybe one even good enough to be made into a movie-based novel. But still, compared to that, this was much more important, believe it or not. The Amphitheatre was as magnificent as ever, but no matter how wonderful architecture could be, it couldn’t match natural beauty—nothing man made could compare to such things. Love was one of them. Children was another. A talk with Cyrene had jolted this whole thing back to Aphrodite’s attention. She had not forgotten her children, but being a Goddess made seeing them difficult at times, especially her, since she had to deal with the love life of every single person on the planet. There was one thing Aphrodite swore to herself and for the sake of her daughter now in the Underworld—she would not give this boy a hard time. Though when she saw him she knew it would be a different story. A mother’s anger, especially that of a Goddess could be hard to rein in. But these few things were certain: the Goddess did not blame the Demi-God boy for the death of her daughter—she knew he was trying to help her to camp. Did she wish he had tried harder? Of course, with Demi-Gods, but sometimes it just wasn’t possible. Aprodite’s hands ran over the back wall of the Amphitheater, thinking hard about what she needed to do here. This wasn’t some makeover party or another day on the job. This was a mother to lover type talk that had to be handled with extreme care. Chances were, he wouldn’t be to happy with talking to her, but this had to be done. She turned to look out on the stands, her long deep blue gown flowing like water around her as she moved, thinking back to what could have been and never would be. But there would be good that came out of this, Aphrodite would make sure of it. Word Count: 413 |
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Post by Azrael Everett on Sept 13, 2010 18:48:27 GMT -5
 Sauntering through camp Azrael came to find out that most of the campers here, or at least the younger ones tended to be afraid of him. He was older than most here at camp, and his daddy happened to be the God of Death. Big freaking deal. Apparently it meant that he was scary and out to kill all the little childrens. Az rolled his eyes as a few twelve year olds from the Hermes cabin side stepped and quickly jogged off as he walked their way.
He was half tempted to turn around and give them something to run about but that would require running and Azrael was kind of tired. He had spent most of the previous night thinking. Believe it or not beneath the tough guy façade Az was a thinker. In truth he had another dream about Katrina and thoughts of her and the memory of his past kept him from falling asleep again. Moving on was easier said than done.
Rubbing the back of his trying to ignore the thoughts once more Az heaved a sigh. He walked past the amphitheater and stopped doing a double take. He saw a woman at the bottom and grinned. Even from afar she was drop-dead gorgeous. Azrael didn’t know who she was but it didn’t matter. Thinking with the wrong head Azrael smirked and walked down to the woman. He observed her in the blue dress. Boy was it shaping up to be a great day. Maybe she was a nymph. Clearing his throat and puffing out his chest a little Azrael laid on the charm as he approached.
“Hello nurse.” He said eying her over again.
As Azrael examined the woman again he couldn’t help but feel like he knew her. Some of her features were so familiar. He squinted his eyes and slowly his face set in realization. She looked vaguely like Katrina and there was only one reason for that. It had to be her mother. That would explain how exceptionally beautiful she was and why she was wearing a dress and not camp clothes. Az scratched his chin for a second, he had just tried to flirt with Aphrodite the Goddess of Love. He was hitting on a Goddess. If he was ever out of his league this would be it. Not to mention it was like staring down Katrina’s ghost. He swallowed and nervously shifted on his feet.
“Aphrodite.” He commented. “Never thought a Goddess such as yourself would be slumming at Camp Half-Blood.” Az added a smirk at the end. He resisted the urge to shudder. Her nose and eyes were so very close almost exact to Katrina’s, Azrael hoped this day would never come. It was here now though and he couldn’t very well leave the Goddess standing here. That would be disrespectful. If he was lucky she wouldn’t bring up the topic or even know who he was. Trouble was, Azrael had little to no luck. |
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Post by aphrodite on Sept 16, 2010 12:41:58 GMT -5
The sound of Azrael’s voice attempting to hit on him was rather amusing. She smiled to herself, but by the time she turned to look at Azrael her smile had disappeared. She continued to watch him silently until he finally began to realize who exactly he was flirting with. She let out a soft laugh. “Despite having a reputation for flirting with every female who crosses your path within an appropriate age, I’m flattered.” Her lips flickered slightly upward. “True, I usually don’t come here, but there are certain Demi-Gods here that I have business. So duty calls and here I am.” Her eyes slightly went dark though. “No way am I wearing those hideous orange shirts though. People here need to learn fashion. Maybe I should send Clinton and Stacy down here to chat with Dionysus about the outfits here. He needs to find a new set of pants.”She gave the son of Thantos another long and hard look. He was completely mistaken if he thought this was going to be hard for just him. Aphrodite couldn’t remember how long it had been since her daughter had been sent to the underworld. Thinking about it made tears come to her eyes, and she quickly whipped out her compact, seemingly out of nowhere to check her complexion, wiping away the tears before they could mess up her makeup. After fixing her eyes she rand her finger along her lower lip, stared a few more seconds into the mirror before closing it and turning back to Azrael. She watched him for a few moments. “I think you know why I’m here, Azrael,” she said, putting the compact away again. “We’re over due for a conversation.” She moved away from Azrael to the center of the Ampitheatre stage where there was suddenly a puffy red cushioned couch for herself and a somewhat less comfortable armchair for Azrael. “Have a seat,” Aphrodite instructed him, as she moved over to her seat and more lounged down than sat. “I don’t like talking and standing at the same time. It’s too exhausting.” She kept her eyes on Azrael, watching and analyzing him every moment, before finally speaking again. “Would you like to start or do you want me to?” This probably wasn’t the best way to start a conversation for him, and she could tell that he was mildly uncomfortable with the fact that she was here when he first realized who was here, and probably that she was here to talk to him. Aphrodite wasn’t a fan of forcing people into talking, but this was a conversation that had to happen. Word Count: 438 |
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Post by Azrael Everett on Sept 23, 2010 13:01:37 GMT -5
Azrael smugly grinned. It was true flirting was something Az was good at or at least well versed in. It was like second nature to him. He had been told by a few women, before they slapped him and told him to back off, that he thought with the wrong head. He shrugged a litte and crossed his arms over his chest. “Any guy would be crazy not to flirt with you. They’d have to swing for the other team or just be blind. Then again I’m guessing you could turn gay men straight Aphrodite.” He was adding the ass kissing on a little heavy. While it was probably the truth, Az had it in his head that these remarks were sarcastic. He wasn’t exactly a fan of Aphrodite.
He rolled his eyes and turned his head away as the Goddess of Beauty checked herself out in a mirror. Goddess of Vanity was more like it. Azrael was sure she loved herself more than anyone, she was worse than Narcissus. His eyes shifted back to Aphrodite suspiciously with a hint of fear behind them. He watched her. He knew his luck was too shitty for his own good. Aphrodite wanted to talk about Katrina the daughter Azrael allowed get killed during their trip to Camp Half-Blood. Her blood was on his hands. Azrael didn’t just carry around a guilty conscious from the tradgey but he gained a broken heart. He was fairly certain that he loved Katrina and just like that she was gone. Azrael’s lips slowly formed a smile as he masked his true feelings.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Az said with a small bit of laughter to his tone. “We have nothing to talk about. Maybe you have something you want to say, but me? I think I’m good.”
As the armchairs appeared out of thin air. He looked to them and back to Aphrodite. There was no way on Olympus or in the Underworld that Azrael was going to talk about Katrina. He wasn’t lying to Aphrodite when he said there was nothing he wanted to say. He regretted what happened and he had prayed to her so many times in years past saying so. She didn’t respond then and Az didn’t want to hear it now.
The smile dropped from his face only to be replaced with a scowl. “No. I’m not gonna sit down and talk about my feelings with you Aphrodite. You can forget it. Goddess or not I’m not gonna have a confession session with you and have a heart to heart. Find yourself one of the many other Demi-Gods around here. They’re younger and have more problems in love, you know what with there hormones doing the conga everytime they see the opposite sex.” Azrael swallowed staring hard at Aphrodite hoping that the fear and guilt in his eyes wouldn’t betray his otherwise stone cold expression. “You can start all you want, but I’m not biting.” |
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Post by aphrodite on Sept 26, 2010 15:40:17 GMT -5
A smile flashed across the Goddess’s face as she ran her fingers through her long gorgeous hair. “They don’t call me the Goddess of Love and Beauty for nothing, Azrael,” she mused. She forgot about her purpose here and simply marveled at the fact of how beautiful and perfect she was. It took her a few moments to remember why exactly she was here. “My job is more about making other people fall in love with each other and making sure they get enough love in their life. And adding a little beautifying sparkle along the way when needed.”She gave a little chuckle. “You’re certainly cute enough for your own good naturally. Even with a few piercing and colored hair, you’d still be cute in your own little Azzy way.” Her smile flickered for a second. “Don’t do it though, because it wouldn’t be an improvement. You’d be going downhill.” Not to mention not all girls went for that type of thing. True, he might get a good reaction out of a certain type of girl, but the rest of them wouldn’t see his natural Azrael cuteness that no amount of piercing or tattoos could ever cover up. Mortal eyes were so blind sometimes. Aphrodite knew that Azrael wouldn’t like anything she said no matter what it was. But this conversation had to happen whether he liked it or not. “I don’t blame you, Azrael,” she said simply. She paused for a moment before continuing glancing at her knees, thinking of how she could explain herself. “I know as she is my daughter I should be more upset, even if it has been a few years. And I am upset she didn’t get to live a full life like she should have.” She looked back up at Azrael. “But you are not who I blame. Lives are more dangerous for Demi-Gods than actual mortals. You have no idea how many children I’ve had to see die before they blossomed into adults. Death is not something Demi-Gods can avoid, and no one likes the timing ever.” She tried to give him a sad smile, but it didn’t work. Instead she continued. “But you need to make sure you understand a few things about why I sort of… let's say, enjoyed the idea of you two being an item.” Her smile when soft again. “You two were a very cute couple.”She knew the chances of Azrael continuing this conversation were slim to none. No way after all these years would someone who went through what he went through would just up and talk to the mother of their dead ‘girlfriend’ after being silent and non responsive. Aphrodite had hoped he would understand that the Goddess of Love couldn’t be there every time they were needed. She had so many people she had to deal with, mortals and immortals. Not even with Eos and the others could she make time right then and there for everything. True, it was rather ridiculous it had taken this long, but with Kronos and Percy Jackson and the war, everything else took a back seat there. Word Count: 521 |
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Post by Azrael Everett on Oct 7, 2010 13:26:13 GMT -5
Azrael would have taken a good old hellhound over conversing with the Goddess of Love. He had this tugging feeling in the pit of his stomach and Az really would have liked nothing more than lash out at the Goddess and tell her fudge off. And while Az had wish he was dead every day since Katrina’s death he still felt that he had to stick around for her sake and fulfill her wish, move on. Azrael kept his mouth shut but glared hard at Aphrodite at the nickname. He hated being called Azzy. He bit his tongue and turned away from her.
He started to walk away completely done with the conversation but something Aphrodite said stopped Azrael in his tracks. He froze as the words ‘I don’t blame you, Azrael’ played over in his mind. And he was filled with anger by these words that were strung together. He kept his back to her his shoulders tensing as she spoke freely about Katrina and him. It was unfair for her to do that. Azrael already expressed no interest in talking about the matter but Aphrodite must have enjoyed torturing him. He glanced at her over his shoulder to see the sad smile plastered on the lips of the Goddess. Azrael didn’t buy it or at least he didn’t want to.
He almost began walking away again but then Aphrodite referred to them as a cute couple and that finally lit the fuse. Azrael turned sharply back to Aphrodite his eyes on fire, stinging from the tears he was holding back. “Why?” He asked in his deep voice, “Why don’t you blame me?”Azrael stalked forward a few feet, “You should blame me. You have every right to blame me. Hell, I blame myself.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I got Katrina killed. She died on my watch.”
Azrael’s jaw quivered as a million words floated around inside of his head. Each one was filled with rage and hot insults that were itching to be thrown at Aphrodite. He jabbed an accusing finger in Aphrodite’s direction, “You were her mother for Gods sake. You should have been looking out for her better. And don’t give me the ‘I have too many children’ excuse cause that’s all it will ever be, an excuse. Maybe you Gods should stop procreating long enough to give a rat’s ass about just one of you kids! Maybe if you had done something Katrina would still be alive!”
Azrael seethed and tears poured over his eyelids and slid painfully down his cheeks. His eyes bore into Aphrodite. All respect for the Gods was tossed aside. Azrael didn’t care who he was speaking to now. He didn’t care that Aphrodite was a Goddess and could kill him with a snap of her fingers. It didn’t matter anymore. Azrael was tired of this game. He wasn’t about to walk on eggshells around this bitch just because she happened to be immortal. He licked his lips after a pause lowering her voice only slightly.
“Don’t sit there on your high horse and preach to me that demi-god’s lives are dangerous. I think I know that by now, think about who is the cause of it. Our lives are dangerous because of you and the other Gods. Take some responsibility for a change and actually look after you children! More of them would still be alive right now.” He scoffed. “I guess I’m not the one to blame after all. It is you. Congratulations. You Gods are the ones responsible for the death of your children. Parents of the year.”
Azrael turned his back on Aphrodite. If his life were to end in the next five seconds he wouldn’t mind so much. It wasn’t like Azrael had anything to live for. He took his hand and wiped the tears away from his face. He silently prayed that Aphrodite would destroy him for his blatant disrespect. |
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