#circe:01

[arabcllax]

@ciiirce

"Another please.” mused Arabella as she locked her gaze on the bartender. Gray’s Gamble was apparently the spot to be. She knew the shits and giggles that happened around here with mercenaries and all sorts of interesting beings. However, what caught her attention was the goddess in front of her.

Sure, she was a deity, similar despite different cultures, but each goddess had their fair share of stories and Maria was interested in hers. “So, is this resting bitch face your regular look? Or am I able to get a smile out of ya?” 

[mcyme]

FOR: @circephyra​ WHERE: the LOTUS ART GALLERY WHEN: 2124.08

He tries not to complain whenever he is dragged out of the comfort of his security room for these gala events, really he does. If this is where his father and Hera want him to be, need him to be, then he’ll suffer through the awkward socializing and mindless meandering for as long as required. But though he does his best to hide his lack of enthusiasm, art is simply not where his interests lie. To him, all of the sculptures and paintings and lovely creations that Hera curates are just that: lovely, and utterly meaningless.

He’s standing in front of what is supposed to be the main attraction for the evening—a truly massive work of twisting metal and surprisingly graceful lines, rising from its marble base like an unnatural forest god of old—when he spies a familiar face nearby. With his family scattered, and his inherent dislike of making small-talk with strangers keeping him isolated, he’s relieved to find Circe also here. “What do you think it’s supposed to be?”