@purplefrayedisaster (kathleen)
drawing attention to herself was rarely something the goddess felt an urge to do, unlike most of her kind, she didn’t desire nor thrive off it. unlike the kinds of zeus and aphrodite, she wasn’t a narcissist who needed constant stimulation to make her feel alive. in fact, she often found more enjoyment in the fear and intimidation she was able to stir in even the strongest gods--men. there was little difference between the two in her eyes. there was a reason she called tartarus home and not olympus, there she didn’t have to deal with many others.
there she didn’t have to witness scenes like the one in front of her, a man berating and bullying what she assumed was his girlfriend, in the middle of a bar, over a stupid game and bet. she might’ve been paying half attention but she’d noticed enough to know he was nothing but a sexist pig who didn’t believe a woman could beat him, like most.
acting on pure impulse, if not spite, she closed the distance between them and grabbed the darts from his hand. without missing a beat, she sank each dart with a bullseye. ❝ you were saying ?? ❞ she challenged, turning towards him with a look of disdain. as he began mumbling off excuses and reaching for his wallet, she rolled her eyes and began moving back to where she’d been sitting and sipping her drink previously, but not before shooting the woman a glance and rebuffing the man. ❝ i don’t want your money. maybe buy the girl a drink and try being less of a πούτσος. ❞ she suggested.
