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She had left Hermes, sure he'd be mending properly now, after a little TLC from a friend. She felt bad of course - She wasn't the root of his illness at all, but she hadn't made things better either, And she admitted that maybe, this once, her timing had been off. Still... She loved both of them, and was getting rather fed up witrh all the freaky

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How dare Hermes presume I do not know the meaning of Mercy? I am an erote, I know mercy!Before he'd received the chance to answer Hermes' question regarding reasons why he chose not to kill him, which Anteros thought he'd already presented to the mortal god when he mentioned Nemesis who was not fond of patricide. Anton had stepped in trying to play hero! Oh how he detested his interference at the moment, prattling on about their relationship and then having the audacity to bring Antigone into something that did not concern her. Anton said he didn't know what he is capable of? What the bloody hell? If anything that kind of interference was part of Hermes problem, everyone kept interfering each time he was being punished for his wrong doing. First Antigone, then Strife Anteros only presumed and now Anton. The vindictive erote hadn't been at all surprised for Zeus to show up shortly after and dismiss him and he was even less surprised to hear his mother invoke him home...to her home

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Anteros.

She smiled sweetly.. too sweetly... And just looked at him for a moment. He was her child. Her son. She loved him above all things. But...there were times she really wantyed to wring his neck

What the name of creation are you DOING.

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"Mum," he smiled equally as sweet greeting her, perhaps a bit unsettling.

"Doing? Ah yes! You are of course referring to what fiasco I just came from?"

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You think?

She nodded, arms crossing over her chest, hair still damp from her bath, curling around her brow

Sit. Please.