Mythological double-drabble: Games
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narcasseInvention naps; Discord is invariably discordian.
Games
Disclaimer: Greek myth is a wonderful thing.
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Sometimes when Invention rests it is in the most awkward of places. Today he half sits, half sprawls on what looks like an antique dentist’s chair. Limbs spread in odd directions, head lolling back at an angle that shouldn’t be entirely possible. Eyes open and unblinking, mouth hanging slack, resembling nothing so much as a corpse.
This isn’t helped by the fabric he’s swathed in that resembles some form of torn and rotted clothing, exposing patches of discoloured skin and mismatched stitching, and occasionally, rusted metal plates.
Discord finds it intriguing. And looping a thread round one wrist is charmed by the way in which a limp hand flaps like a marionette being manipulated.
Hephaestus twitches in his sleep seemingly little perturbed until the thread tightens again and one eye swivels to fix Eris with an admonishing stare. It is enough to induce Discord to carefully unwind the golden thread and smile innocently until that eye returns to its fixed position and once again Invention rests.
Of course such misbehaviour can only be curtailed for so long and soon enough Eris is creeping closer again.
Hephaestus’ lips twitch into the faintest of smiles as his mechanical servants chase Discord away.
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Games
Disclaimer: Greek myth is a wonderful thing.
++++++++++
Sometimes when Invention rests it is in the most awkward of places. Today he half sits, half sprawls on what looks like an antique dentist’s chair. Limbs spread in odd directions, head lolling back at an angle that shouldn’t be entirely possible. Eyes open and unblinking, mouth hanging slack, resembling nothing so much as a corpse.
This isn’t helped by the fabric he’s swathed in that resembles some form of torn and rotted clothing, exposing patches of discoloured skin and mismatched stitching, and occasionally, rusted metal plates.
Discord finds it intriguing. And looping a thread round one wrist is charmed by the way in which a limp hand flaps like a marionette being manipulated.
Hephaestus twitches in his sleep seemingly little perturbed until the thread tightens again and one eye swivels to fix Eris with an admonishing stare. It is enough to induce Discord to carefully unwind the golden thread and smile innocently until that eye returns to its fixed position and once again Invention rests.
Of course such misbehaviour can only be curtailed for so long and soon enough Eris is creeping closer again.
Hephaestus’ lips twitch into the faintest of smiles as his mechanical servants chase Discord away.
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