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Atara Raven · (04-25-2020)

A few days before March Madness, a beaten and battered Shawn Warstein finds himself at the doorstep of Atara Themis. The two's relationship had been put to the test in the time prior to now and Shawn had come to reconcile. By destiny or by circumstance, obstacles had piled ahead of him. In a world of hurt, driven by a hearts desperation he tried for Atara's attention...

Quote:"I know that I fucked up. Right from the jump I should’ve told you that is was always you. The decision never changed, it never faltered. Unfortunately for me, it took till now to realize it. I know that it’s only been a few days that you’ve been gone...”

“I miss you. I miss it all. I’ve been cold since you’ve left. You’re gone, Noah’s gone, everyone else is gone... And like I told you. I’m right here.”

“I need you a whole hell of a lot more than you need me...”

“Atty.... I need you...”

Quoted from ...fuck... by Shawn Warstein

Perpetually vigilant Selene had been watching from up on high, the milk white light of her gaze cascading down from the heavens and her lunar abode. As was her ritual she painted the earth below in her borrowed glow, a nighttime masterpiece only seen by the privileged mortal in their rocket contraptions of Icarus' mind. Her muse as is always the case was the residence of those daughters of the Hellenes, the favored house of Themis. Tonight however, there was a peculiarity. Selene's attention was not fully on the women of the home, but a male.

His gender mind you was not the peculiar thing, Selene knew full well who this man was. It was his state of being, he was no harm to them and even if he were, his current condition wouldn't have bode well for him. Not just his condition either, when the goddess took hold of Shawn Warstein in her gaze a sense of dreadful foreboding struck her. Whatever dangers this man had left in his quest for the scion of Aphrodite, they were miniscule to something in his future. Something immediate and nearing....

Realization was quick to set in but our goddess, the moon, was useless to Shawn and try as it might if it even could, the words it would have uttered to him would never be heard.

Run You Fool, Run.

“I need you a whole hell of a lot more than you need me...”

“Atty.... I need you...”

Sat at Atara's door, his back against the wood, all the pang and despondency in Shawn's voice rang louder and clearer than any door bell could. Articulating through the threshold it had reached it's intended ears plus more and in truthfulness, he probably could have been let in sooner. Could already be under careful and attentive hands administering first aid, but she that waited on the other side was relishing in his lamentations. Call it spiteful if you will, she wouldn't argue, but her actions would have remained the same. Honestly, to this point, he had been more a bane than a boon and she wasn't sure Shawn even deserved her.

No, in fact she was sure he didn't. Not yet, not until he proved himself. Let him wallow. Turning from the door she was intent to return to darkness of their home when the order came from Big Adelfi upstairs.

"Let him in!"

She cocked a brow a little in defiance and a little in annoyance. Fine, the white knight wanted in, she would let him in, but not before he paid the ferryman.

Metal against metal sounded from behind the door sending Shawn's chest into a frenzy. He hadn't seen Atara it what seemed like an eternity and person he had endured all this for was just behind that wooden barricade. The creak of hinges rejuvenated his beaten form. As if nothing was wrong at all he sprung up, but as his head lifted, as his eyes trailed up the silhouette standing in the threshold, time seemed to slow.

Run You Fool, Run

Our Lunar divinity's words may have not reached Shawn's ears, but that sudden forboding and ominous aura was shared in full. So to was the visage that was the result. His met not blue eyed Atara....

"Osira."

She smiled, not in welcome but baring teeth like Cerberus himself. Between the threshold, Osira guarded the entry much in the same way and bore a heated gaze straight through their visiter.

"... Your Highness, we need to talk."

Present Day

"Remember our namesake adelfi! The first wife of Zeus, remember the navel of the world and the Oracle that was hers before Apollo! Our pantheon has been dead for centuries but her face is the one emblazoned across courthouse, seal, and statue across this gods forsaken planet. She survived the titanomachy, she survived the rise of every monotheistic religion to wash over Greece and she survives still!"

Atara looked at her sister, dubiety plastered across her face. The two stood in her bedroom on opposite sides of Atara's bed where lay the near lifeless body of Shawn Warstein. Shaking her head Atara scoffed, "She's not real Osira, none of them are real and what ever this is...its beyond necessary. He could die!" Atara pleaded leaning over him to place a hand against Shawns forehead.

"Just tell me how to fix it...please...

"No."

Atara's jaws flinched, her lips tightened and a piercing gaze darted to Osira. Her sister seldom if ever defied her, often treating her like a mother figure. It was a behavior Atara was unaccustomed and unappreciative of. She had thought the glance would be enough to get Osira to concede but no...she was met with equal resolve.

"Fucking tell me. Now." Atara threatened between her teeth.

Osira, unphased, moved closer and matched her sisters posture to close the distance between their faces. "No. It would defeat the purpose. He agreed to it, let him prove his worth and if he dies then so fucking be it. You'll have a real life Adonis story to tell when you parade around as nonexistent Aphrodite.

"I don't need him to prove his wor..

Before she could finish Osira would interject, "Ask our mother then the next time your in that fucking ghetto playing with the gypsies. Ask her how she feels about about precious Atara slumming it with a divorced drug addict. A failed fucking business man who can't keep it in his pants and spreading his seed like he was an Olympian!"

Their mother was dead. Had been for some years and from time to time, especially when she was down, Atara would see a medium in the nearby gypsy community. There was no love loss between the two race of people and these visits were often done in secrecy. Confused, shocked, Atara was left wondering how her sister knew. It must have been apparent on her face because before she could ask Atara had an answer.

It wasn't a verbal answer, Osira gave it away by body language. A look to Shawn then a sudden distancing from Atara. Regret in her expression. "You sneaky little bitch!"

[white]Atara stood upright, realization fully setting in, she moved around the bed, this time being the one that closed the gap. "You've done this...haven't you?" Atara accused pointing back to Shawn's body.

Osira avoided eye attack, all her bravado evaporating.

"And you can walk in other people's dreams...you've been in mine. Well, little adelfi, the next time I visit mother I will be sure to tell her how precious Osira is too bigoted and cowardly to visit a gypsy to get a chance to speak with her but is quite comfortable with invading her own sisters....I don't even know what kind of space to classify it...but spy on her own blood!"

Silence

"Your going to show me how to get into that man's dreams so I can pull him from whatever hell you helped send him to and if you don't...

"Fine! But he's beneath us Atara. As soon as the shine wears off and the XWF doesn't care about you anymore...he'll vanish. Think about it. That belt you 'won.' It's a direct path to the one he wears. Our King crowned his queen to protect his own throne.You're a fucking pawn...but I'll help you. When you're there...in his subconscious you'll see. Tomorrow."

Rejoice Doves! Your Queen, the Face of the company you adore and the reason it's adored as arrived on your screens and she is in much much better form than before. Not quite at 100% percent, but when your fending off the parasitic and downtrodden lower class of this roster on a daily basis, can you really fault me? I mean haven't you heard, I am royalty now. Aphrodite has her girdle, two to be exact, and she is absolutely positively irresistible.

On Anarchy they wish to kiss my feet, in the halls of 24/7 they throw themselves at me. Legends, rookies, even tiny dictators have come wooing! I feel like Penelope, Doves. My Odysseus, on his journey with the Universal title, and me being pursued by everyone and anyone hoping for piece of our Kingdom. I have even managed to lure James Raven back into the ring. Truly Shawn and I are changing the culture here for the better...but you know who isn't.

This false prophet Red-X. A man I've beaten before, handedly by the way, and a man who does little else but record forgettable vignettes that honestly I hope Vinny and Atticus stop airing. I mean guys, come on, don't take air time from for the worst V for Vendetta parody any of us have ever seen. It's been months and nothing he's said as come to fruition. He says the same exact thing everytime.

If your going to force us to watch his reruns atleast make it the Subaru match.

Or the match he lost to me..oh wait...we will see that again this coming Saturday. So till then Doves.

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