"They always have to fuck it up, don't they?" Artemis asks, falling back onto the bed with a little bounce.
Athena smiles, removing her glasses and placing her book on the bedside table with care. "Of course they do," she responds, "they're male, it's their predisposition."
"And there's absolutely no grace in guns," Artemis says, "what ever happened to the bow and arrow? Or the sword?"
Athena's jaw tightens. "I know, believe me, I know."
"Can't you do anything about it? There's Hitler and there's Stalin and there's Churchill... this war needs a woman's touch, it's absolutely barbaric," Artemis complains. "They're using gas and bombs... I remember when a problem could be solved using a wooden horse and a couple of chariots!"
Athena scoffs. "Even then, it was no use. Don't attack any of the gods except Aphrodite, I say, just leave them be, but what do they do...?" She trails off muttering, and Artemis raises and elegant eyebrow.
"Sorry. But people will be people and we've all agreed not to meddle in wars, ever since that incident with the Spanish Inquisition..."
"Nobody expected it," Artemis says solemnly, shaking her head.
"I have to leave it be, honestly. That's the problem with war, it's all testosterone," Athena says.
"Men, who needs them?" Artemis asks, flipping over on her stomach, and pushing herself up on her arms.
Athena grins and leans down with a smile. "Not I," she says deviously.
"Nor I," Artemis answers, and kisses her, hot and wet.
Athena laughs, sliding herself under Artemis, then flipping them both over with a "hmph", straddling her with a smile.
"So violent," Artemis says, low and husky.
"You just wait for the feminist movement to really take off. We're going to have so much fun."
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Date: 2010-02-03 05:32 pm (UTC)Athena smiles, removing her glasses and placing her book on the bedside table with care. "Of course they do," she responds, "they're male, it's their predisposition."
"And there's absolutely no grace in guns," Artemis says, "what ever happened to the bow and arrow? Or the sword?"
Athena's jaw tightens. "I know, believe me, I know."
"Can't you do anything about it? There's Hitler and there's Stalin and there's Churchill... this war needs a woman's touch, it's absolutely barbaric," Artemis complains. "They're using gas and bombs... I remember when a problem could be solved using a wooden horse and a couple of chariots!"
Athena scoffs. "Even then, it was no use. Don't attack any of the gods except Aphrodite, I say, just leave them be, but what do they do...?" She trails off muttering, and Artemis raises and elegant eyebrow.
"Sorry. But people will be people and we've all agreed not to meddle in wars, ever since that incident with the Spanish Inquisition..."
"Nobody expected it," Artemis says solemnly, shaking her head.
"I have to leave it be, honestly. That's the problem with war, it's all testosterone," Athena says.
"Men, who needs them?" Artemis asks, flipping over on her stomach, and pushing herself up on her arms.
Athena grins and leans down with a smile. "Not I," she says deviously.
"Nor I," Artemis answers, and kisses her, hot and wet.
Athena laughs, sliding herself under Artemis, then flipping them both over with a "hmph", straddling her with a smile.
"So violent," Artemis says, low and husky.
"You just wait for the feminist movement to really take off. We're going to have so much fun."