Beware Gods Bearing Gifts (CUPID)

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Prometheus sat in the higher tiers of seats in the Coliseum, watching far below where a group of kids not yet old enough for the military camp just down the via who were acting out what it had taken Prometheus a good ten minutes to sort out was supposed to be the Trojan War. Achilles did not have such an annoying tendency to strike heroic poses every couple of minutes, and was not so open about protecting his ankle at all costs. The kids playing the Trojans – he couldn’t tell if they even knew who they were trying to impersonate – were not that pathetic. Nor should one of them have taken a full two minutes to feign a death or whatever that was, as the kid was still cheering on his comrade from the ground now. And he was pretty sure one of the Greeks was a girl under the oversized helmet. Yet another historical inaccuracy. And also, Helen was not so prone to whining and dramatic faints. Either way, it was at least making for an entertaining afternoon.

He sat back against the seat behind him. The stone wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing he’d ever sat on, but his definition of comfortable was pretty broad considering the whole rock and chains and sharp beaks thing. Not that he would have turned down a Laz-E-Boy right about now. And maybe a margarita. Yeah, this was looking like a better and better plan by the minute. Then again, it would be hard to fit a recliner here and he wasn’t really in the mood to go looking for one right now. Besides, he’d have to leave the show that these wonderful little children were unknowingly putting on. So he settled for stone. Good classic solution for everything and, in his opinion, still superior, if not as versatile, as that new plastic stuff. Then again, things like Tonka would be very unusual indeed if it weren’t for plastics.

Wait. Why was he pondering children’s toys? He rolled his eyes at his own wandering brain’s strange tendencies sometimes, and turned his attention to the mini-battle going on. If this were a real battle, it would actually be quite a rough match, given Achilles’ distraction with showing off and only one remaining on the Trojan side, even if the fallen Trojan seemed to have taken up trying to whack Achilles on the shin from where he was, producing a very unusual little dance from the latter. Giving up on the battle itself, Prometheus leaned forward and focused more on how he saw this group of children, one at a time, growing into full members of Roman society based on how things were playing out below. This sort of thing was one of Prometheus’ trademark past times.

WORD COUNT: 463
TAG: Cupid

[mars]

In fifteen years, you could finish paying off a mortgage. You could last a decent part of a marriage. You could raise a kid into a perfectly moody teenager. Or in the case of Cupid, you could match up 200 plus relationships, celebrate fifteen Valentine's Days, use up at least five of your special-tipped arrows, and start at least one (possibly two) wars as a result of your profession. What could he say, he favored spending his time productively. Though also in that span of fifteen years, he hadn't once visited the little Roman camp that was so highly favored by the rest of the gods. His father, in particular, boasted about how it was a real demigod camp. Though if Cupid was being honest, he had a preference for the Greeks. Less capable fighters certainly, but a tad bit more suited to the god's taste. Friendly enough, and much more inclined to the romance and affection that Cupid was so well known for meddling in. No wonder he had visited them at least four times in those past fifteen years, and the Romans not once.

It wasn't even by his own train of thought that Cupid had decided to visit Camp Jupiter on this day. Rather his mother had suggested it. He wasn't even sure what she saw in the Camp-aside from the fact that some of her more fashionable children did in fact reside there, but still-she had advised him to stop by for a mere visit. And well he wasn't one to say he was a Momma's Boy....but he was. Just a little. Not that he would admit to that. But it was much easier to go along with her over dramatic and eccentric ways, than to put up even a semblance of a fight. Plus he favored her much more than he had ever even tolerated his father, so aiming to please her was a small price to pay for her decent parenting skills over the countless centuries. Not to mention, while he didn't necessarily enjoy the company of the Roman demigods, they presented more of a challenge to him. And the smallest inkling of Mars left in him liked a bit of a challenge.

The Romans lacked....anything romantic. They didn't really celebrate Valentine's Day, or love, or even chocolates. They didn't even get down and dirty in the sand at the lake-excusing his suggestive nature, but let's recall he was god of other things besides just affection. He had yet to meddle in any affairs or relationships though (possibly because there was a lack thereof). Instead he was roaming through the Camp, getting a feel for the area. New Rome was perhaps so far his favorite aspect of the Camp. The forum and the temples to gods (none to him, he noted) actually resembled the times of ancient Rome-something which he could appreciate. Now, the Coliseum-on the other hand-he wasn't sure if he approved of. Then again, he had never much cared for the original either. Too bloody and messy for his taste. This one was just..a rip-off if he was being quite honest. Not bad architecture, but it was no where near that of the one in Rome. Still, he found he was curious enough to venture into it. What he found was amusing at least-a reenactment of..the Trojan war? That would be his guess at least. Not a very accurate reenactment, but he wasn't the type to crush some little kids' dreams (someone would be doing that to them soon enough anyhow).

What really caught his eye though was the sight of someone vaguely familiar to him. A Titan. Not something he'd been expecting on his brief stint at Camp Jupiter. In fact, he was sure that he hadn't seen a Titan in at least two years now (and the last encounter obviously didn't end in rainbows and butterflies). Prometheus was almost as inclined to start a fight as Cupid was however-which meant not very-so the god took it upon himself to wander up the aisles of the Coliseum and precariously balance himself on the top edge of one of the seats only a few feet from Prometheus-who was intently studying the battle (a little creepy if Cupid did say so himself, but he wouldn't comment). "Is it me..Or did Helen have more of a backbone the last time I saw her? Might have been taller, too.."



tag ;; prometheus
word count ;; 738

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Prometheus could sense the presence of the other god fairly quickly, but didn’t take his eyes off the little drama below. He wasn’t even sure who he was likely about to deal with, but as long as it wasn’t a few particularly powerful and unhappy with him gods, he was fine with whatever the immortal world had to throw at him. After all, he’s been doing just that for, well, forever. And since the presence wasn’t nearly as potent as, say, Jupiter or Saturn, he was confident he was just fine.

And sure enough, the visitor joined him and struck up a conversation on the little play going on a ways off. The hint of a smile crossed his face. Well, if it wasn’t the expert on Troy himself. Not that he and Cupid had ever had much reason to chat. For a while, Prometheus held a certain grudge against the gods with the whole tricking his brother thing and releasing all the world’s evils thing. Especially Cupid’s dear mother. Idiot though Epimetheus was, he was still kin. Thankfully, though, he’d dropped that particular grudge about a millenium or two ago. Some things weren’t worth it. Or had other things eclipse them like being chained to a rock. But Cupid was far too young to have had anything to do with that one, so he couldn’t exactly hold it against the young god.

“Yes, well, you know humans these days. If it’s not on DVD or BluRay or described to a tee, they have their own dramatic way with it. You can’t say they don’t have creativity.” After all, he considered it his personal duty to make sure humans never lost their creativity and drive to be better. Such delicate little creatures. They needed all the help they could get. “But yes, I’m fairly certain she was slightly past puberty at least, so naturally she would be a bit taller and probably not fear the shadows under her bed either.”

After a moment, he looked to the young god. “So, if it isn’t Cupid, the infamous scourge of all those who believe they can live life on their own,” though his tone suggested he didn’t actually see this reputation as a bad thing. He looked absently back to the kids far below as the boy who had pretended to die before had miraculously come back to life, or simply forgotten they were dead, and rejoined the fight. “So what brings you here? If it’s the normal antics, you certainly have your work cut out for you among this group.”

WORD COUNT: 429
TAG: Cupid
NOTE: So short and so late! I’m sorry!!!