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Post by Nadir on Jan 15, 2010 1:19:54 GMT -5
"You should come see the restaurant sometime. The chicken is really good," said Nadir lamely.
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 15, 2010 1:22:16 GMT -5
"Did you give both the wings to Bonnie Marie?" he said, and a brief glow touched his lips in amusement.
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Post by Nadir on Jan 15, 2010 1:23:55 GMT -5
Nadir's laugh was brief and harsh.
"God, that seems like so many years ago..."
He shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Y'know, I think I saw her in the street the other day...she's really let herself go."
He blew out a breath and glanced at his own gut. True, he had put on a few pounds himself, since going into the foodie business.
"Not that she's the only one."
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 15, 2010 1:26:48 GMT -5
Alexander tipped his head, lips quirking a bit, pewter eyes blank as usual.
"I only heard of her in passing, I think. One of the originals at the Opera, I believe."
"As for your self-deprecating image, I think you know what's responsible for it," he added, nodding to the empty glass in Nadir's hand.
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Post by Nadir on Jan 15, 2010 1:28:58 GMT -5
Nadir nodded, not getting the hint.
"Pastries. I'm teaching myself how to make French pastries."
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 15, 2010 1:30:22 GMT -5
"I believe the alcohol has more to do with it," Alexander urged gently.
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Post by Nadir on Jan 15, 2010 1:31:41 GMT -5
"Eeeeh I was never going to stay fit forever, anyway," said Nadir, turning to go back to the party. "I'm just going to grab another one--do you want me to bring you back anything?"
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 15, 2010 1:34:41 GMT -5
"No," he said softly, "thank you."
Perhaps this was hopeless. He had thought long and hard, had begged and waited, even gone down on his knees in the Temple of Aphrodite to pray.
He should have known better.
The gods were cruel, and to deny their favored son his heart's desire would be like ambrosia to them.
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Post by Nadir on Jan 15, 2010 1:38:09 GMT -5
*Nadir returned to the main room, and had even plucked a glass from a table before he paused.
Why would he go back? Why should he? Wouldn't it be easiest to just go?
Placing the glass back on the table, he adjusted his evening coat, settling it back to its finely tailored lines along his shoulders before he quickly strode to the main entrance and left without looking back.*
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 15, 2010 1:40:05 GMT -5
Alexander laughed, suddenly.
He was such a fool.
Nadir wasn't going to come back.
Maybe he'd never come back.
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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 15, 2010 13:11:56 GMT -5
"Oh, Xandros." A voice tutted from nowhere. A moment later, sweet perfume wafted through the hall in a rush of wind, and a beautiful woman in a white chiton (draped rather low) and gold jewelry appeared in a purple cloud.
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 15, 2010 13:16:02 GMT -5
Alexander blinked a little, and sighed as he recognized his half-sister.
"Aphrodite," he said, bowing low.
"What does Venus Genetrix command?" he asked softly.
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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 15, 2010 13:18:38 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes and shook her golden ringlets over one shoulder.
"Do the gods always have to want something? Can't we ever just want to chat?"
Well, no. Generally they wanted something.
"I'm the goddess of love, doofus. Think hard."
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 15, 2010 13:25:16 GMT -5
Alexander sighed wearily.
"I suppose you're here to change Nadir's mind?" he asked.
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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 15, 2010 13:29:34 GMT -5
"Depends. Should I?"
Most gods found it convenient to speak in questions, so that they didn't have to make as many decisions (or take all of the blame when things went wrong).
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