Frances
A charming bistro known as the Hestia Hearth offers a cozy setting for romantic dinners and intimate gatherings. The bistro features hearth-inspired decor, and its menu includes divine delicacies associated with love and family. Gods often frequent this establishment to savor moments of togetherness in a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Shawn
The warm and welcoming atmosphere of food & romance would slowly be joined by an invasive force, a sensation that sprouted a sense of unease to some & discomfort for others. The Bistro was a place for fine dining and memories between lovers, yet this new presence held neither intention. It came for something else. Something only the namesake of this place could truly know and fulfil... And Hestia could sense *Who* Had just arrived.

Stepping forward towards her table, his hand moved from his black cloak to pull back the chair that sat opposite the Goddess of Hearth's, stepping around to take up a seat just opposite her. Despite most pairs being lovers on dates, when one were to look upon their table they wouldn't see the embers of love nor romance when they gazed upon those two. Instead a sense of power, almost authority, washed over the longer anyone was to gaze upon Hestia and Erebus. Her mixture of warmer colours and aura clashing with Erebus' full black and much colder vibe definitely lended to the idea that he was *Not* From here. He was like shark that had swam far from his territory, and the locals were beginning to notice he was out-of-place. He wasn't here for a date, he was here to discuss, to plan.

"Hello, Hestia. I want to *Talk*" Erebus spoke, hands firmly clasped together as he didn't even bother to lower his hood down. He didn't like stepping up onto the surface during daylight hours, always made him feel uneasy. Maybe that's why he fell for Nyx so easily? He could always visit her during the dark periods of time... But that was enough reminiscing. He wanted to talk about now, and right now? A war was threatening their existence itself.
Nancy
*Sitting peacefully, the goddess of the flame would pick up her glass, letting out a soft sigh as she relaxed back,taking a casual sip of the pomegranate juice. However, she would feel the heat dissipate slowly from the room, as a chill permeated the air. Her body would warm to fix this change, but it still felt wrong, for such a tranquil cozy environment to be disturbed in such a manner.*

*She would set down her glass, swalowing her mouthful before glancing up at the approaching figure* "I apologise, but that seat isn't available. Unless you wish to take it, I'm not looking for-" *She would look back down to her meal, preparing herself to eat once more, before having to do a double-take, looking up at the approaching figure. Her own authority didn't fade, but she sat up to prove this fact, giving a stern, yet shy look to the man. Unclenching her jaw, she would respond.8

"Erebus... I never took you for the man to enjoy such a place. Then again, I can't say I know you all that well, regardless." *Politely, she would wipe her mouth, setting her napkin back down on her lap, and returning the cutlery on the table. She only hoped it wouldn't grow cold while she discussed.* "I assume you have something important to say, dear. Few wish to speak with me for much else." *She would place her hands on her lap, leaning forward so the conversation would hush, and so they wouldn't disturb the other diners.* "I am listening."
Shawn
His arms rested against the side of the table he occupied, a clear signal that he wanted neither menu nor food. This was strictly a discussion of business and nothing more, not like he needed to prove anything; Him and Hestia? They weren't exactly the pair to make company with one another. Shifting his head to the side, gazing out the window to the bustling streets that thrived with mortals, Erebus gave a soft grumble before returning his gaze to the Goddess. So many mortals were and about today, and at any moment, they could all be rendered lifeless by a God and their wrath. This war had only just started, and it had claimed hundreds of thousands. How many more lives would have to perish? How much longer did balance need to be threatened?

"You already know the drama of the Pantheon; War popping up everywhere, Gods and Mortals murdering each other. *Balance* Being threatened. I know you're not one for War, Hestia, and let me clarify that I am in the same boat." Erebus spoke, lifting his head up slowly to gaze even further upon the Mother of Home, exposing only a small portion of his face that the light managed to illuminate. "I'm not sitting on the side-lines while that excuse of an *Emperor* Preaches neutrality and commits hypocrisy. I'm going to end this war, but not alone." So there it was, that was Erebus' reasoning for coming up from his darkness and shadows. He was wanting to end this conflict, but what did he want Hestia for?

"Of course, Hades would try to make an example of me if he knew what I was up to. I can't exactly plan anything within the Underworld, not with his careful eye watching everything. I need somewhere to... *Hide* Within plain sight, for me and my... *Allies.*" The personified Shadows spoke, clearly struggling to mutter his need to hide somewhere outside of the shadows, and with others. Erebus? Working with others? Was this a trick? Couldn't be, nobody could match that grumpy aura he carried.
Nelson
*She would watch Erebus with caution, but still gave him the courtesy of a kind, attentive smile. Though she could not see his own expression, she saw no harm in showing her care towards his gallant gesture. As he spoke, she would timidly raise a hand to excuse herself, while she took a sip of her drink, savouring its taste as she considered her own answers.*

"I appreciate your tactfulness, Erebus. I didn't know you shared the same opinion, but it brings me comfort to know you will not attempt to coerce me into this cause further with talk of glory." *Her smile would fade as she spoke, and he would follow his gaze outside, watching the busy people outside, and then giving a broad look around the room at the dinner guests, only slightly disturbed by the two deities of polar opposite domains conversing.*

*She would be a touch surprised as Erebus revealed part of his face, intentional or otherwise. She would smooth some chaotic strands of hair out of her face, anxiously readjusting the dim candle between the two of them, which flared up a bit at her touch.* "I apologise if I gave the impression that I was sitting on the side... It is what I tend towards, but only for the safety of the people. I protect all who seek it, so that they may bask in the comfort of warmth." *She would gesture around the room subtly.* "But, I assume you came to ask more of me than to be more aggressive, given your earlier tone."

*She would lean forward once more, looking into where she believed Erebus' eyes to be, and taking a deep sigh, a troubled expression on her face.* "You are among comfort, dear. Though, forgive me, for I don't think I understand what you are asking of me. Or better yet, how I can help you in your goal." *She would trace the rim of her glass with one finger awkwardly.* "Unless..."

*She would take in a breath, as clarity hit her. Looking back at his form, she would raise an eyebrow, uncertain if she was about to be correct.* "You have heard tale of my place being sanctuar

Y, and came to ask for it?" *She would ask, resting her hand on the table, giving him a flicker of a smile, to imply that if that was his request, it would be an option.*