They Say We're Crazy

*Jupiter I* · 07-27-2014, 09:02 AM

A soft, almost proud smile cracked across ebony lips as Mercury's indignation was met with outrage, but Mercury was not content with amusement for a response. "None of your goddamn business, mutt," he snapped back, prodding, seeking, finding something that made this brute tick. Mercury walked the earth as a scout for his soul-bound friend, seeking weakness and exploiting it in case it was ever needed.

The tasmanian devil usually proved just as skilled at getting under one's skin as he was at ripping it off. Jupiter herself, though, found emotion on the matter at the brute's following comment, her lip curling with disgust at the prospect. Her discomfort faded to irritation and she bit back words until he spoke once more, brilliant celestial eyes narrowing. Then, her visage iced over and the corner of her lips tugged barely upwards in a smug smirk.

"Mercury is merely the calm before the storm," the battle-scarred firebird responded evenly, though a slight edge barely rimmed her timbre. "Jupiter Illiadis," she responded, unerred by his attempts at seduction. For as long as she'd lived, she'd had wolves like him flock to her in droves. Instead of letting them go to her head, she had learned to treat them with relative disdain. Only Medusa had truly ever struck her as a pearl among the waste. And it was Medusa--and Medusa only--who could charm her.

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