“Astrophysicist, yeah. It’s really easy to like – especially once you’ve got THREE DEGREES and enough student loans to choke a horse.”
She drew an exaggerated breath; looking down at her feet as she rocked backwards on her heels. A half-smile broke between the bars of her actual personality’s cage and lifted her tone.
“His um…Loki. Like the God. And you are?”
Yeah, right. She’d had the displeasure of MEETING Loki once– the falsified god of her own title. Chaos, mischief, father many a terrible thing. But she couldn’t imagine the ACTUAL GOD ever having a fling with some brown-headed human, much less this scientist. Eris pretended to understand the hardships of colledge, biting the inside of her lip in thought.
She is… confused, to state it simply. Eyebrows wrinkle, gaze worried and wondering. “Why is that? Is someone after you?” Though, she would never dream of telling. Who would she talk to anyhow? Her aunts had forbidden her from speaking to strangers, and her Godmother might worry for her safety. Her lips are sealed even if she does not want them to be.
’ Not exactly, ’ she begins, keeping lucid, green irses downcast to avoid their colour being seen. They were an incredible shade of light green, glowing slightly amidst the darkness, as if poisoned fireflies had flown inside and taken up residence in Eris’ skull.
’ I’m just not exactly well-liked, that’s all. People tend to be scared of me. Don’t wanna get run out of here ALREADY. ’
“You flatter me too much, Eris.” A breathless chuckle tumbled from rose-hued lips. Feet take a demurral, last step as she recoiled from his appending proximity. “I fail to see how nearly slapping me senseless would relate to generosity. But,” hands raise in feigned surrender. “People have their own way of expressing themselves. You’re certainly no exception.”
Sucking his teeth nosily, Loki hopped himself on the table, one, long leather-clad leg propped up with a elbow resting on the knee. “I could cure this EPISODE you’re having by reaping the chaos, hopefully doing something effective to alleviate your sorrows. Think of it as a…Partnership of sorts, my wilted flower. I could even get my duplicates to clean this place up a bit, I’m not the biggest fan of dirt and grime myself.”
She had half a mind to let that table collapse right there and then, taking his SCRAWNY little ass with it. Part of her wanted to correct him– she wasn’t going to slap him at all; launching him into the next available dimension would have been MUCH more like her, after-all. But she digressed… it was perhaps too long since she’d been visted, becoming more of a temple-bound ATTACK DOG than anything else. Lonliness had faded into irritation, irritation to anger, and her anger into tension–it only took so LITTLE for it to SNAP.
His offer was tempting– but this ’EPISODE’ as he had put it was nothing short of her RAGE. It was true that she had once looked much better, been HEALTHIER when the world had been balanced between peace and war. Now humans took the world in their own hands, forgot them all and fought over things worth little more than the PAPER in their wallets.
’ and yet, I cannot imagine that you would do it without PAYMENT. —- What do you want, Loki? ’
(STUNNED … UTTERLY STUNNED . It’s debated whether the monarch of sand is to be expressing rage more over embarrassment. Spinning swiftly on her heel , even when UNSURE of the vocal source , her reply delivers just as quick as this course of action . )
≺ ❝ ’MIRAGES. They are common in the desert . You have just EXPERIENCED one .‘❞ ≻
Pallid fingers touched together in a steepled formation, jaw set with a smirk that devoured her lips. It wasn’t particularly LIKE Eris to make herself known, but with so much sunlight and so LITTLE shadow to hide herself in, she was faced with THIS little gem of amusement.
HER IRRITATION IS apparent. ganondorf watches her as she moves erratically, listens as she speaks and prints her words into his mind so he does not forget. ganondorf is not surprised by her request ( no, DEMAND) of something in return. that is usually how these things work, after all. and he himself would not give information so freely to a stranger.
` what do you want? `
the question is posed curtly. there is not much for ganondorf to give eris, unless she wishes to rule alongside him in a kingdom of sand ( he will not give up his position as king so easily ). he has plenty of rupees to spare, yet they would be worthless in this country.
ganondorf stays put, does not follow her. lips stay turned downward, expression no longer one of geniality but of business.
But what could he offer? He was some child-king– a man to his people, but so young and fragile and MORTAL in the long run. His blood would bleed out, his heart would stop BEATING and his eyes would ROLL into his head when no sadness could be spilled. Eris was a complicated and MORBID being, this much was certain. She looked at things through the graveyard and quietly speculated on the dismal, but to help soeone for a price she knew not? It seemed costly– and yet, she was here. Alone. Bored. Without a purpose. Could these things REALLY be bought so cheaply?
’ You said you have people. You’re a king among mortals. ’ She stated, one finger bringing a glass-like claw to scrape along her lips. Eris remained deep in thought, the jade green hue of her eyes practically fondling the red of his hair as she sauntered around the room. ’ The Romans have forgotten us, taken on a new and SINGULAR god in place of our own. – But what of you? Would they be so willing as to accept us as the truth? To give HOME to… ’ She bit down on her lower lip, fingers raising in a spidered motion to stop herself from speaking.
AND HE LAUGHS quietly, moves to the pillar and rests his arm on top of it. so, she thought him dead, did she? how amusing. has she never witnessed the sleep of a living being? perhaps gods are not as all-knowing as he’d like to think. one ankle crosses over the other, toe of his boot pressing to the ground, and he folds his arms on the pillar. amber eyes search her face, note the sinister way she smiles.
it makes him smile in turn, full of a cruel sort of humor.
` i come from a land very far away, known as hyrule… i hail from the desert. i am a king, as you know—i have been traveling for a long time in search of a new home to bring my people: the gerudo. we are starving and dying, we cannot continue on in the desert any longer. `
eyes trail away to a spot over her shoulder. smile disappears, his lips purse, ` unless i can find an ally to thwart the invasions of the hylians and take their land from them. ` eyes skate across the broken statues, missing heads and arms, and ganondorf frowns. ` i’d like to know if this land is suitable for living. i’d like to know if we will still be mercilessly slaughtered. i need to know the closest villages, towns, cities—where the capital of this land is, how many men there are in its army… do you understand? `
And yet he turns it so quickly, creating a need for information that she was unsure she could fulfill. She spoke of a land that sounded smaller than her beloved Greece, of a land that was more suited to be like hte islands to the west than the rolling hills or cobblestone streets of Rome. But the Romans were kind now, called ‘Italians’ in their renniasiance, and the desert to the East had yet to change. But she could not give him a single explanation, no three villages, no single cities.
She stood up from where she’d been seated so playfully, the look she bore serious and thoughtful as she strode about the rubble. Dust was kicked up by each step, her hands clapping together in the rhythm of her mind.
’ There is no one place, there are too many… ’ she hums, head tilting from side to side. It wasn’t her place to just come forward and HELP someone out– not without a deal being made in the meantime. Granted, she had given him a place to sleep, but information like this was much more… costly.
’ Rome is not far, Athens is down the hill– occupied by the Romans. The world of this continent is of the Romans now. The further east you go, the further you get into the desert, but it is not SMALL. There are millions of villages, millions of cities. – ’ She grew irritated quickly, one hand shoveling through strands of auburn hair,
’ what do you plan to offer me in exchange for this knowledge? King or not, my laws are ABSOLUTE. ’
WHEN HE WAKES, it is with a sore neck and back. the ground is hard and cold, the fire has gone out, and it is damp all around him from the storm the previous night. though, the air is thick with humidity. for a moment he forgets where he is, what had transpired the night before. yet when he opens his eyes and gives a mighty yawn that bares all teeth, he remembers.
` eris, ` he says as he sits up, cracking his neck and stretching his back languidly. bleary eyes make out her form a few feet away, stock still, watching and waiting. ah… had she been that way the entire night? ` i expected you would have left, ` ganondorf states as he pushes himself to his feet, ` though i’m pleasantly surprised you hadn’t. `
the words are followed by a chuckle. his hair falls in messy waves down his back, curling a bit from the humid atmosphere. for the first time does he walk close to her, for the first time does he stand next to her and feel the chill that comes off of her. yet no longer does he feel unease around her, but a sense of familiarity.
His hair is the colour of BLOOD, his eyes like topaz and yellow gold. Some childish part of her wonders if he is a dragon, perhaps one of the many STRANGE THINGS that she had made throughout the years. But that cannot be so– he would know her, would know of this world and its terrors without needing to be told.
Without a moment’s notice she disappears from where she sat, appearing on the opposite side of the pillar that separates the two of them. She seems engrossed with this mortal, looking upon the way he does not cower, the way he does not RUN from her in fear. Dark shadows creep around that fallen column beyond her control, sucking in little pebbles and skating them across the stone floor. With her arms rested upon the marble, her chin finds its way to them, lips twitching upward in a SINISTER smile.
’ You had questions, I have answers. ’ She answers almost robotically, long tendrils of black hair seeming to come to life as they fluttered their way down her back. ’ You fell into a sleep that seemed like death. Part of me was happier to have you as a new decoration than to discover you were alive. –Alas, we can’t always get what we want. ’
BUT HE HAS no need to destroy this place. ganondorf moves across the ruins, picking up branches blown from trees across the floor. they are gathered in a small pile near a fallen pillar which he sits upon, cast in shadow by the crumbling rooftop. a whisper of something leaves his lips an flames erupt from the wood, ganondorf leaning over it to warm his hands.
he looks up again to see if she is still there. ganondorf reaches into his bag to pull out a small chunk of meat that he jabs a stick into and holds over the fire to cook, spinning it occasionally so all sides of it are equally heated before he begins to tear into it hungrily. manners are forgotten, even in the presence of another, for he is weary and hungry from his travels.
it takes no time at all for him to finish his meal. it is generally bland, but it is good to have something warm in his belly to get him through the night. with the fire still flickering and rain beginning to patter against the open area of the ruins, he lies down in the shadows on his side.
` in the morning, ` he rumbles, voice like the thunder, ` i would like you to tell me more about this land. `
What STRANGE things that mortals were, craving the heat of a fire and the BLOOD of animals to churn in their stomachs. They lay their head down at night and slipped into a DEATH-LIKE SLEEP while they stood watch above, spinning tornadic storms of shooting arrows into the hearts of those who wished for love. But Eris had never had a need for ‘sleep’, nor had she ever tried to copy the ODD requirement that kept their little bodies going. One of her legs dipped down onto the floor when the firelight had gone out, the Goddess unused to having to be SILENT for someone who rested on the temple ground.
She watchd him for quite some time, her fingers creating intricate patterns in the air to amuse her tireless mind. Little lights of red and green created a plan for her next move, though she knew those who would run the war were FAR from where they belonged atop the mountain where she once had lived. Perhaps HADES was still safe in his cavernous home below, but she had not been there in many a decade. Even she could not say.
But as the sun began to rise and peek through the ruins with beams of bright, yellow light, she cursed Apollo for what would soon bring heat to her DESOLATE little palace.
Her eyes rested on his form, watched as his chest rose UP and DOWN with interest. She had to wonder if it was comfortable, if he was plagued with nightmares or dreams of sufficient pleasure. She had never had a dream before, and thus she could NOT relate.
It almost TICKLED him. How much she resembled a serpent when one prodded it for far to long, the vague sense of irritation before the last button was pushed. But that was what Loki did best, push until something snapped and his hand was poised to catch the crumbled remnants with a feline smile plastered on his lips. Yet, once Eris had cracked and allowed her façade to diminish, there was a present, uncomfortable emptiness of…Pleasure.
Ignoring the solidified hole in his core, emeralds rolled upon her urgency. “Keep your dress on, Eris. I was taking about myself, if you must know. By the way, you TRULY need a maid around these quarters of yours, I think I saw a rat scurry around here a second ago.”
The closer the trickster came, the more ready the viper was to strike. She leaned backward, folding in on herself in defense to his approach, a glare settled on the contour of his brow before sliding down to venomous lips that spewed world-famous lies. The brunette brought her hands to her knees, posture uncharacteristically straight, and she took the insult in stride.
’ The only RAT I see here is you, trickster. If you have a point to be made, I would make it quickly. My generosity is running THIN. ’
A SMIRK PLAYS at his lips. she is not lonely, he can tell. for she is not human, and does not require things such as relationships to live properly. ganondorf wishes he was the same. similar as the pair may be, they are also different in many ways. he chuckles quietly, brushes his thumb over the knuckles of one of his hands and his eyes focus on the curled toes of his boots for a brief moment. a breeze washes over them. he inhales it.
perhaps he will stay here for the night. a storm is coming, he can smell it in the wind. rain. the ruins provide some shelter with its broken roof. he is no stranger to sleeping on the ground, either. yet that is only if she allows it. if not, he will move on until he finds some place proper to settle down. a warm cave, perhaps.
` … would you be insulted if i set up camp here for tonight? i would prefer not to be caught in a storm. `
already he is standing, stepping over the pillar and casting a glance eris’ way. storm clouds are rolling in quickly, bringing with them rain and thunder that roars in the distance.
Mm. It wasn’t as if the temple had been HER’S to begin with. The crumbled statues around them were of her war-mongering sister and the love the people of ATHENS once had for her and her precious OLIVE TREE. At first she waved but a hand in response, standing from her position to nearly glide her way around the wreckage.
She enjoyed his attentions, the way his eyes looked upon her. For while she was pale and offputting in more ways than one, it was a foreign feeling to have eyes linger for more than but a few, ghastly moments.
’ Do what you want. This place is but an echo. Destroy it if you will, or use it to your advantage. Either way, I have outgrown it. ’
My name is Vervain and I am twenty one years old. I use female pronouns and tend to speak in a very formal manner to try and get my point across without having any feelings hurt. I tend to be very busy during the week, but i will do my best to get to replies and asks when I have time.
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Her name is ERIS, she is known as DISCORDIA. For thousands of years she has reigned terror and injustice on humanity, sweeping across the land in the form of chaotic hurricanes and crumbling eruptions. She is violent death, she is starvation, and she sets fire to those unwilling.
Born to darkness (and some say to the King of Gods; Jupiter) with her brother, Thanatos at her side, the two were employed by HADES to bring in the souls of the dead. While her brother was granted the gentle death, those brought in through infancy or through the burden of peaceful sleep, Eris was charged with the destruction of mankind. Envy, lust, these are just a few of the things she feels for those given less GRUESOME tasks. Her occupation creates friction on her appearance and creates what she had become. Sunken emerald eyes and pale, gaunt features. Spindling fingers rake at the earth, sowing the seeds of her Golden Apples that jolt the world in their wake.
She is forever known for the wars she causes, most notably the Trojan War, where she threw down the seeds of destruction and clapped as mortal and god alike were pitted against each other in absolute RAGE.
Eris, Goddess of Discord, lives among the world's most chaotic bodies; humanity. They, along with their violent free will, make up a collection of sinister creations and thought processes that makes her feel at home. She appears to them as the most terrible evil; the spokesperson for a Tax Agency. There's a certain joy that comes to her from the dread others display, heels clicking and clipboard displaying all the wrongs they deigned to commit. Riveting. But her terror-streak has run dry as of late, what with so few massive wars occuring with the blade and sword. But humanity has a few new toys to play with, and they are creating their battles without her.
Aesop's New Fables.
The generic verse for all of my cross-overs without a verse of their own. Usually taking her out of Ancient Greece and into a new, more modernized atmosphere.
Time-Swept Goddess.
Any verses taking place before the 1940s will be placed here. This includes Ancient Greece or anything occuring on Mount Olympus unless otherwise specified!
Vampire Chronicles [ Shadow of Death ].
Created during the peak of Greek Civilization, Eris was made by Cyril. Among one of the many Greek young women turned by the vampire with disregard for the rules, Eris was headstrong and sought after more than what the night had to offer. Her stay with her own maker did not last long, however, as Eris soon learned throughout history that her own kind could be more cruel than any human. She created few companions and had even fewer friends. She disappeared from known History at the time of the Roman invasion, choosing to remove herself from the mediterranean and seek out enlightenment and popularized-philosophy in other regions of Western Europe.
As a Child of the Millenia, she was blessed with the Fire Gift, Telepathy and Telekinesis. She can also fast for long periods of time if need be and her cravings are at a minimum. She is, however, one of the many that does not survive the ‘purge’ from Maverick Vampires in the final book. She dies by fire in southern Italy, near Rome, when it is set by her own kind. At this point in time she has made quite a few of her own fledglings and it is with them that she dies in a Coven House made known.
