[Closed/Incomplete]Tears of unprecedented beauty reveal the truth of existence

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Characters: Melpomene and Epiales
Date/Time: Feb 7th, around 9pm
Location: Subject to change
Rating: I'll let you know
Warnings: Muse of Tragedy and the Oneiroi of Nightmares hanging out together
Summary: Epiales asked Mel to show him around. She obliges.

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[tantibus]

Epiales was sprawled on his bed, wasting time by skimming through some horror novels he'd found in the library. So far he wasn't very impressed with mortals as they seemed to be much better at experiencing horror than creating it. The knowledge pleased him greatly, however; not only could he incite nightmares on the people around him, he could also start writing books about them. And he could be damn good at it, no doubt about it.

He got up from the bed as he heard the knock, checking his reflection in the mirror next to his bed. The simple black shirt paired with black jeans would have to do for now and it was too late to do anything about his messy hair.

There was a small grin on his face as he opened the door and realized the gorgeous redhead standing in front of him must have been Melpomene. "Well hi," he smiled. "You look even better than I expected."

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She gave him a slow once over with her eyes. She could appreciate the relaxed tousled look. It worked for him. Hell, it worked for her too, he pulled it off well. But she only showed her appreciation through a slight smirk. No need to give the guy a big head.

"Hi, yourself." No she didn't say anything coy. Melpomene did not do coy. "It's tomorrow. You still wanting that tour?"

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He raised his eyebrows as she checked him out but remained silent. The smirk on her face pleased him, and his grin got slightly wider. They would have so much fun together, he was certain of it.

"Yes, it certainly is," he agreed. "And a tour would be fantastic. Unless you'd prefer to stay in for some drinks?"

[inspiredvoice]

Smooth, was the thought that came to mind. She could appreciate the quality, but she wasn't a sucker for it.

"If I preferred to stay in and drink, I'd have brought my own." She shifted away from leaning on the door frame, stepping back a little into the hall. Hands went to her hips and she gave her hair a toss. "Come on, lets get the hell out of here."