i know you said wash the dishes... but i forgot

Enyo rolled her eyes at his teasing, a faint smirk curling her lips despite herself. "Dandelions are versatile," she retorted dryly, though she knew full well she hadn’t brought the right herbs. Erebros’ hearty laugh lightened the tension, and she felt a strange comfort in their banter, even in her wounded state.

She obeyed for once when he told her to hush, letting him focus on his work. The cool sensation of the aloe paste against her wound was a relief, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. Closing her eyes as his steady paws applied the bandages. It was rare to feel so cared for. Even more rare that she needed it at all. There would be sharp twangs of pain and a constant dull ache but it was nothing for the Dunamis. Pain was a part of life and tolerance of it was deeply ingrained into them all.

As he spoke about the Mortems, she opened her eyes, noting how his voice softened when he mentioned Medusa. There was admiration there... love even, and it made Enyo pause. Was the ever-rational Erebros head over tails for that woman? Funny. But more dangerous than anything. "Hopelessly clueless, huh?" she mused with a faint chuckle. "I know what I wanted. I think some part of him knew too, his body did but not his head... or at least the wrong head."

She fell silent as he finished his work, listening to his orders. A week of bed rest? She wanted to argue, to push back. But she knew better. Erebros wouldn’t take no for an answer, and part of her knew she needed it. However she also knew herself, and she knew she would not be lying around all day. The mention of guards around her den earned him a glare. "I’m not some pup you need to babysit," she grumbled, though her tone was light.

Then his words about Redrum struck her. Go for him. Her chest tightened at the suggestion, the approval. She hadn’t expected that, least of all from Erebros. Assert your hold. It was a Dunamis way of thinking, one she understood well, but this...this was different. Redrum wasn’t just some conquest.

While she knew that the idea of who he could be excited her, she wasn't quite sure what made her want him. There was plenty powerful men who wished to lay with her. All of them were denied or ignored. Pedigree was not the prize for her. Nor was it position. If Enyo ever wished she could do her Dunamis duty and lay with any of them. Perhaps have strong and formidable children should she find one of grand enough size. Men were not complex creatures to her, she knew she could play the game and secure a spot should she desire.

But she didn't.

She never wanted to give more to man any more than men had taken from her already.

But Redrum gave, he understood.

And the confusion of it all was maddening. It made her want to go outside and tear the grass apart. Destroy something.


Still, she couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her at the thought. The fight, the passion, the connection. She wanted it again, more than she was willing to admit. "I don’t know what this is yet. I don't think it is anything actually," she said, her voice quieter, more thoughtful. "But I’ll figure it out. Redrum... No man has made me want him! There’s something there. And I’ll see to it that I get what I want."

Hopefully soon. There was fear in meeting him again, that perhaps the spark really was a dud. Just the right situation under the right circumstances. Or perhaps, she feared even more, that it was just her soon-to-come estrus. However she had experienced it before and it only made her want her women more. Never was a man on the menu.

She met her brother’s eyes, her usual confidence returning. "Thank you, Erebros," she said, her voice firmer now. "For everything. I’ll rest, I promise."


"SPEECH"