A step away from the life of a god;;Zeus.

[Zeus]

Zeus was sulking. It made him angry…just about everything. The mortals, the deities, and the intertwining of the two. This whole thing was stressing him out – more so than he would ever like to be. And as the equinox nears he felt himself breath in a huge metaphorical breath, and he was already lightheaded.
The room around him sat in silent, still splendor. Candelabras sparkled on the walls, flushing against the low ceiling, basking him in a warm yellow light, catching upon the gold inlays in nearly everything and softening the merlots, purples, and blacks that themed the room. In the case of his varying moods – which were always forecasted - there were rooms to correspond, all wonderful in their grandeur, with some kind of golden theme.
Gilded lamps, tables, art, statues, frames – some advantages of once being King Midas’ familiar, and of course unlimitedly rich. He was a god.
Zeus drummed his fingers of the arm of the chair he was currently occupying, uncharacteristically interested in the smooth resin and grains that pulsed beneath his fingertips. Recently he had dismissed his ‘staff’, feeling for once like not being attended to, though he did keep a bowl of grapes that were now in his lap, nearly empty, and nostalgically wished that someone was there to refill it. Of course he felt too lazy to summon his breath to call for someone. It was one of those days.
Placing the bowl of grapes – now littered with stems and the squishy, non-perfect grapes he preferred not to eat – on the black stone ‘coffee table’ in front of him he arose, gently pulling at the front of his black button-down shirt self-consciously and smoothing his ash slacks free of wrinkles. Crossing the grand room he pulled open the deep-mauve curtains that he had recently shut in anger, wanting to block out all sunlight that may want to creep into his presence. Light spilled into the room, a whole new beauty catching in the luminosity of the chamber, and Zeus blinked his eyes at the radiance. One focused, the gardens played into his sight, as well as most of Olympus that was placed strategically under this particular room. Moving across the glass-and-gold sliding doors and screen he stepped onto a veranda, and once again the splendor he was in access to amazed him. Thatched gold chairs were arranged around marbled-glass tables with regal arching feet and inlays that depicted certain tales or ‘myths’. Alternate lightings were hung on the outside walls just in case he felt like lounging outside when the sun did not shine. Chaise lounges sat with comfortable padding colored in reds and purples, matching the interior of the room inside. The whole expanse of the porch was probably 900 square feet, and he could only remember isolated incidents when he truly appreciated the adding of the balcony.
He had the day to relax, though the lack of company made him a bit depressed. It was rare, the lack of company, though he found some solace in the knowing that it would never last for long. Standing slightly leaned over the railing; he looked out over Olympus, taking a deep breath of comfortably chilled air. He imagined he looked statuesque – which he quite did – hands gripping the engraved balustrade, shoulders squared, a stark figure dressed in dark.

[{Eris}]

Olympus. What a place. Full of gods and immortals and deities that she just didn’t like. When you lived in discord it was hard to keep ties and in good relations to people. And of course she really didn’t feel like putting that much effort into it. Extended family members always had some trip with her, though her closest relations were some of her favorite people. Her brother, of course – her partner in crime. Her daddy? Well, now, she had respect for the big dog, though his company was something she neither craved nor really cared for in the first place.
Though what would an outing to Olympus be if she couldn’t cause some trouble? Ah hell, Eris is in the mighty dwelling of the gods, here to visit her most beloved father. Sarcasm dripped through the words of her thoughts, leaking into a pleasurable smile that played across her lips.
Her stilettos clicked over the perfectly laid marble floors, a satisfying sound that she liked to listen to with pride. Eris’s lean legs were exposed up to mid thigh, where the hem of her white dress stuck to her skin. An ebony-colored shawl that so nicely matched her new heels was thrown over her shoulder, the dangerously v-necked plummet of her dress seen beneath the stitches where her cleavage amounted. She felt like twirling a strand of her caramel-colored hair around her finger like a naughty school-girl, it’s the feeling she craved, and one that often fell in line with her occupation. Oh, it was wonderful.
There was something about this place that made her feel uncomfortable. She preferred a smoky club-room with an air of mystery and seduction stirred in with the liquor and people, Olympus was so generously open and beautiful it made her feel exposed. The long hallways that was flanked by doors flashed by her, there was only one door she was particularly interested in, the one that lead to that despicable man that she so admired.
Ugh, Zeus. He was self-righteous in most situations, thinking he was so high and mighty as he pretended to be interested in the general well-being of the world. It was so mischievous that she loved it. Though she thought she could pull it off better…
Eris lingered for a moment at his door, running a quick hand through her hair and adjusting the front of her dress. Painting a smirk onto her pouty lips she quickly rapped her knuckles against the door and took a step back, placing a crafty hand flat onto her hip. It would be a surprise, yes; she liked the thought of seeing astonishment flicker into the delectable color of his gaze. Would he happily grant chaos and discord access into his chambers? Only if he was a fool.

[Zeus]

Zeus let the warm sunlight hit his face, turning his profile to it. It was welcoming – the warmth. It made him self-satisfied, feeling the rays like the stroke of his own lightening bolts. Sitting down on a massive lounge chair he leaned forwards, putting his face in his hands. Little did he know Miss Hectic herself was coming to visit him, a daughter of his that caused nothing but trouble that was his job to resolve on the mortal world. But there was something so appealing to that little ball of spitfire. Perhaps it was just himself he saw in her – he would like to think so anyways. He felt a headache coming on, maybe from sulking in darkness for so long then coming out into the light. It was funny, rarely did he ever come down with a headache, it just wasn’t godly.
A knock at his door interrupted his thoughts, making him sit up straight and adapt a quizzical look upon his face. Who would interrupt him? Who had the nerve? He didn’t feel like company, and there were few people whom he would lift his bad mood and become sociable for on a day like this. Hera would happen to be one of them…or any pretty lady. Fortunate for him his company was quite attractive, stunning even, though a bit close to the blood to be really dwelling on it.
Heaving himself out of the chair, imagining himself looking haggard, gruff and ungraceful but indeed quite the opposite, he walked towards the door at a surprisingly eager pace, quickly checking his hair in one of the many mirrors surrounding the room and straightening his clothes for a hundredth time that day. A handsome smile flashed across his white teeth, attempting to be cordial and welcoming before turning the gilded knob on his door and revealing his visitor.
To his much dissatisfaction his face dropped just noticeably, a slightly wider pretense becoming his eyes as they flickered happily over the slender and curvy frame of his daughter, eventually landing on her face with an inquiring raised brow. She looked so smug and…interesting, standing there in an enticing dress and a horrible attempt at being modest with that shawl. It was unbecoming.
“Eris.” He said her name flatly, obviously expecting everyone else in the world but her at his door. “What brings you here?” Normally this would just be a launch into a convenient and pleasant conversation, but the words passed his lips with genuine interest. He shifted his weight to the other foot, opening the door up wider and leaning onto the door-frame and savoring the look upon her face.

[{Eris}]

Ooh, he was so delectable, standing there in his doorframe, looking utterly shocked. Her aureate eyes drifted over him in a once-over, assessing his dress, posture, and that stupid look upon his face. It pleased her well, almost too well.
Eris took advantage of the door being open and sidled past him into the room, absorbing the layout quickly with a tossing of her gaze. “What brings me here? Do I have to have a reason to visit my daddy?” She turned swiftly to face him, a malevolent smile making her teeth sparkle in the lighting, and let out a soft string of notes that could only be compared to as a laugh. The sound was beautiful and it echoed around the room, too resonant to be anything a mortal could summon with their vocals.
It had been a long time that she had considered Zeus a parental figure, nah; he was only the man that assisted in her birth. Lent his services to create her. He had no power over her, she had told herself so many times, and had little influence on what she did. He had to resent her, she had caused so much trouble for him, and all for the purpose of seeing that look on his face.
“You know, I only come to Olympus for vocational purposes – you should know my distaste – you should be flattered that I came to see you. Privileged even.” Eris crossed the room, backwards for a few steps to watch him, and seated herself on one of his couches, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands into her lap. Privileged to be visited by the goddess of discord, she thought herself witty for that one.
She didn’t know what to expect from him, he could be outraged at her being here, her presence usually meant some kind of misfortune for him, or he could welcome her – treat her like the daughter she is. That fool might even be seduced by her, ha, it wasn’t that hard, but her intentions beforehand had been pure and free from this thought. But it wouldn’t hurt to have his interest.

[Zeus]

Eris was a piece of work. Here she was, knocking on his door, then barging her way into his room and throwing words like daddy around. Either she wanted something…or she wanted something. Either way he was screwed.
Zeus turned as she walked by, and watched as she surveyed his room, his mind running at full speed to figure out what exactly her purpose would be. Certainly it wasn’t just because she wanted him to feel privileged. Though he did.
Shutting the door slowly he tried to gather his words.
“’Vocational purposes’? Hmmm, sounds dangerous, I can only hope that your flattery skills are the only ones you intend to exert while here.” He had an inane sense of protection over Olympus, naturally, and Eris being here was considered a direct threat. Though he couldn’t find himself wanting her to leave, quite the opposite really. He had had very little interaction with his daughter, just cleaning up and directing her messes into ways that would be profitable for him and the mortal world. Her effects were everywhere, and he admired her that, but she was not. Huh, interesting.
As she sat down on his couch, he smirked. Typical, he would assume that she needed no inclination from him to make herself at home. It was her home in some sense, though it was hard to wrap his mind around it. He had so many children that if he made everything he had theirs there would be nothing left. He wanted to chuckle at this thought.
Eris was so darkly beautiful. Her features, her wild eyes, everything. Only the want of bloodshed and dissonance could make here eyes so hauntedly gorgeous. Zeus sat down next to her on the couch, keeping a respectful distance. He turned his shoulders so he could look at her, carefully choosing his words.
“It is true that I didn’t ever expect you to be the one visiting, especially with the impeding occasion coming up. Though it is good to see you.” He flinched. Lie. Wait, no, it wasn’t a lie; it was good to see her. No! It really wasn’t, she was up to no good.
Ah, he was so conflicted. Is this what she wants? He wouldn’t be pulled into her games.

[{Eris}]

Eris settled herself into the couch, arranging her hair so it fell neatly over her shoulders. Licking her lips she played them out into a smirk that mirrored his as he turned back to her after shutting the door. It was final; she was here, no escaping her now.
Dangerous? Her?
“My vocational purposes are less dangerous than my flattery skills, Zeus, their deadly. You should know this.” He was disappointing her, toying with her like he didn’t know who she was. Eris assumed he was still caught up in trying to handle her like his child. As far as they were concerned she wasn’t his daughter, she was something much more to be feared.
“In intend to exert much more than the power to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside,” Here she paused for another one of her glittering laughs, “ It’s not so hard now is it?” She said as he sat down on the couch next to her, allowing her to feel the tangible power that leaked through his skin, warming her chilled flesh. It made her want to shiver despite the warmth. Such raw power…such an idiotic fool. She wanted his power, wanted his control he had over the mortal world. And now, with the equinox approaching, she had a reason to motivate herself to get it and to truly need it. The thought made her want to giggle, and she almost did, though remembered her current situation.
“I like the idea that you were surprised.” She pretended to mull it over, turning her face to the side, feigning to really appreciate the sentiment – hopefully to make him more at ease – and facing him again with a sultry smile. “I do have a lot to do, but I thought it was time that we talked.” She placed a hand on his leg, watching her finger nails shimmer, neatly polished, a clandestine smile seething inside her as her thoughts and heart raced. Eris moved her hand up higher on his leg, sliding on the smooth fabric of his slacks. The warmth of his leg was magnificent, and the god always seemed to shiver with the power that pounded through his veins. Then she lifted her hand and folded it back neatly with her other, breaking eye contact.
“Times are getting…antsy, Zeusy. You need my help, and I am such a great person that I would lend it too you.” She made a point of looking him straight in the eyes, which was indeed very heard. “We will talk more about this, such a heavy topic. I don’t quite feel up to it today though.” She had disarmed him, then slid in her words, and would now veer towards other subjects. It was a start, and little hint in the back of his mind that she would be there when he needed her, but only in a way that would benefit her. The prospect of it all made her squirm with anticipation.
Eris slipped off her stilettos and put her bare feet up on the table before them, crossing them at the ankle. Why wouldn’t she be at home with her father? Ha, her father. It creeped her out to think of him like that. Better leave that piece of information behind…

[Zeus]

Indeed. Everything about her was deadly. God damn her. Wait, he could do that himself, but that would be such a waste.
He knew her flattery skills were dangerous, and he was such a sucker for sweet words and soft touches, which was why she didn’t have apply much exertion into making him feel warm and fuzzy inside. And that laugh. Holy hell. It was ecstasy to his eardrums, making him frisson as shivers of pleasure ran up his spine. It scared him half to death, what she was doing.
Zeus shifted in his seat, her attempts at nonplusing him achieved. She looked tickled by something, like she was about to explode with information or thoughts that were driving her crazy and, as a result, he was astride a big horse destined for crazy-ville. He should have predicted this, shouldn’t have let her come any closer then through the threshold of his door. Suddenly she touched him, and he tensed only for a moment until he relaxed completely, all thoughts of regret fizzing away. Shit, she was going to do this to him. Eris was using every trick in the book, she would get what she wanted from him, to a reasonable extent, and he would end up cursing himself. It’s always how it works.
Eris would be a powerful ally; her job would suddenly become so big that she wouldn’t be able to handle it without his help. Zeus smirked. There was one thing holding him back, a big reason. Eris was so goddamned tricky. She would deceive, lie, cheat and scream until she got her way and he would end up with the short side of the stick. Or no stick at all. Grimacing he turned to Eris, thankful that she changed the subject and the room seemed to be filled with air again.
Taking a deep breath he remember his charm, and deep in his throat he chuckled a laugh as she took of her shoes and snuggled into the couch.
“My home is your home, Eris.” He breathed, suddenly able to look into her eyes without flinching. Something about her presence kept him on the edge of his seat, like she was going to strike out at any minute. It was a feeling he really wasn’t used to.

[{Eris}]

Eris studied her fingernails, a myriad of emotions crossing over her face. She ran her slender fingers over the half-moon shapes of her nails, several different thoughts running through her head though none important enough to voice. Zeus was being cautious and she didn’t like it, though her subtle pokes and prods here and there were helping. But it wasn’t enough. It never was enough. She bit her lower lip, carefully teasing the skin there.
Hmm…Zeus.
She sat up a little bit, grinning. “Zeusy, Zeusy, Zeusy…” Gently she ran her fingers over the side of his face, then carefully tracing the obstinate curve of his jaw. She wanted to spend more time with her fath-, um, fellow god. Woo him if necessary. She would have his utter devotion. She would come out on top… yes! It would be grand. Marvelous[i/], fantastic. The whole plot was perfect. The ultimate prize would be his humiliation. She could do it – she was Eris. The gods would be plummeted into chaos – into her hands – without their strong Zeusy to reign over them. It was a bit far-fetched, without specific details, but Eris wasn’t one to figure out the details. She jumped in head first.
Standing up she stood for a moment, fumbling to slip her slim feet back into her heels. Lifting Zeus’s hand she smiled and tugged lightly.
“Let’s go for a walk. Through the gardens or something. This room is depressing.” Honestly she liked the room; it was fantastically dark and elaborate. But she wanted to get out, do something. It had been so boring over the past hundreds of years. South Korea was a wonderful place to stir up her thoughts of war and destruction, Israel was deliciously unstable, and ooh Iraq was quite lovely to spend her down-time. Many of her mortal friends fancy themselves as part of the Al-Qaeda. She cried on the day Sodom Hussein was hung.

[Zeus]

It would be too much for him. Damn, he was Zeus for Olympus’s sake, she should have known better. The soft touch of her fingers on his face made him shiver, and his eyes drooped sleepily, his gaze burning with desire behind half-lids.

“Eris…” he murmured, a soft frown causing a wake of wrinkles across his tanned forehead. This troubled him deeply, but he wanted to regret later. Just not now.

Zeus took the time it took her to put back on her shoes to study her, a smirk lifting the corners of him mouth. His dimples were irresistible.
“A walk?” He grinned at her. It wasn’t something he would think Eris would typically suggest. It was a refreshing change. At the tug of his fingers he stood up, placing a light hand on Eris’s hip.
“A walk sounds just fine.” A pinprick of self-consciousness made his stomach tighten. What would the other gods assume when he saw Eris and him strolling through the gardens? Certainly they would assume the worst, and he knew he should be assuming the same as well. But goddamn he was so susceptible to her charm.
With his hand at her back he steered her towards the door, running his free fingers through his hair and scrubbing at the five-o-clock shadow that was omnipresent on his face. Something about clean-shaveness made him feel less rugged, less like a man. So he preferred a light bit of stubble.
With chivalry much abandoned in the mortal times he opened the door and gestured her through, a cocky grin lighting up his eyes. Gallantry was something Zeus would never walk out the door without.

[{Eris}]

Eris eyed Zeus tenderly as his eyes drooped, succumbing to her touch. She was marvelous in that area, though it was a trait that ran fairly strong through all the gods. They were all horny bastards and bitches. Eris, naturally, thought it was fantastic. If it wasn’t for the sexual desire that burned through them a lot of chaos wouldn’t have been unleashed. And she would not like that.

His hand on her waist seemed natural, and she liked the soft touch of his hand. In response she flashed him an alluring smirk, one that she had improved upon through centuries and centuries. What else was she expected to do?

There was something about being directed by Zeus that kind of peeved her. Although she did cherish his touch, she hated being told, or being encouraged, what to do. She could walk to the door by herself, thank-you-very-much. Eris was a big girl, and one that certainly didn’t need the guidance of others. Even though that was completely incorrect, it would be thoroughly hazardous to try to change that incorrigible fact. She did though love that he opened the door for her, it was just so irresistible, and her scowl instantly turned into a mirroring warm smile.

Haughtily she exited his room, walking a few paces down the munificent hall, she didn’t look back or stop for Zeus, and he would catch up. She didn’t wait for anyone. As soon as she knew that he would be out the door she called back.

“We could do whatever you want, darling. The world is ours.” And it really will be once my plans works out. There were no if, ands, or buts. She thought happily, thinking of a way to cut Zeus out in the end. It was pitifully true that she had formed a soft spot for the old bastard, and her plans did involve a special place for him, settled away with her favorite people…which only consisted of a few individuals. Nevertheless their time was now, and she was resolute about making the best of it.

[Zeus]

Taking out a golden key Zeus slipped it into the lock, his head turned to watch as Eris sauntered away while he gave a quick twist of his wrist and locked his door. He doubted that anyone who was admitted into the chamber of gods would steal anything, though there were things he didn’t want any nosy gods/goddesses poking through. In a few long stride he caught up with her, incited by some anonymous impellent to be by her side, as close as he could get without tripping over her. Perhaps it was just because he acted like this around all beautiful women, and beauty was something the Goddess of Discord did not lack, but there was something so clandestinely thrilling about Eris.
Zeus thought for a moment. It would be cheap of him not to go to the gardens just because he didn’t want the other gods speculating, though he did still want to avoid that area. He slung an arm around Eris shoulder, conveniently angled as they walked to look down her shirt.
“There’s so much the two of us could do…” He pretended to think for a while, tilting his chin upwards, but only one thing was on his mind. Zeus was done screwing around, thinking too hard about things, weighing options and wondering what the sudden appearance of Eris meant. And everyone knew what he truly thought with.
He leaned in close, his lips daringly close to her ear.
“What if I said I wanted you?”

[{Eris}]

There was a lot they could do.

The thought was tantalizing. Eris watched him as he thought, smirking to herself. It was hard to find such a display of perfectness, one unknown to the human beings, which was why it was so hard to resist Zeus. It was very true that Eris would be able to resist his charm; she had done well in the past, but now was the time to bring forth everything she had. And she had been thinking a lot about Zeus, and not in the purest ways, not in the least.

A chill ran up her spine as his warm breath splayed over her skin, whispered words uttered into her ear with delicacy. Her body tensed, heart skipping a few beats and thrumming a staccato rhythm. She wouldn’t push things too fast; this had to be done carefully. Slowly she let her smirk play out into a large grin, her eyes smoldering with a kindling fire. Eris sank into him, very conscious of the way her hip grazed gently below his, the comfort of his arm around her shoulders, the curve of her cleavage against his chest. She stopped walking, turning towards him, taking everything in.

He was so adorable. Like a huge dog that looked as if it would just be crushed if someone said ‘no’ or spoke to harshly to it, even though it was powerful enough to crush its master. Eris couldn’t say no, not now anyways. Eventually she would. Their relationship couldn’t last long, they weren’t right for each other. He was the mighty Zeus, king of the gods, ruler of Olympus, light and strong and just. And she was Eris, goddess of discord, meant to screw things up, so dark and such a reprobate. Anyways, Eris had no intentions of screwing things up for Hera, and the thought of marrying, even having a decent relationship with Zeus seemed appalling. But now there were no strings attached, at least not for today.

Eris was never one to be a masochist, never would she be dominated or subdued. You simply could not tame chaos, hence the name. Bedlam was her home, and there her mental state resided. She would always make the first move. Zeus had started the seduction, or at least hinted to it, now she would move her pawn, beginning the fun. With her hands spread on each side of his chest she pushed him back till his back was to the wall, only a flash of her glistening teeth before she pressed her lips to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. The sweet taste of Zeus flooded her system, tasting of power, grapes, and something coppery and metallic, the steely tang of his might. He smelled of man and musk, and some kind of light cologne, more aphrodisiacal than anything mortals could create. There was passion and lust between them, but it was only skin deep, and Eris was contented with that realization.

It dawned on her that they were in the middle of the hall in the chamber of the gods. On her way in she hadn’t encountered anyone, but she doubted that no one would happen to chance upon them. And who knew how long this could take…

Still she pressed herself harder against him, one hand reaching around to twine her fingers through his hair, the other wrapped around his neck. She had to stay on her tippy-toes to reach his mouth, but the plus side of having damn near unlimited strength was that she never tired.

She pulled herself back for a brief moment, her words slurred and breathless with emotion.

“Then I would say you already have me.” Oh no, she had him.