Albert
Location: Peitho's Penthouse 
Who: Thanatos and Peitho
John
***The sun descended slowly past the horizon, casting a pink and purple light across the evening sky. The goddess of seduction sat upon her velvet pink couch, looking out from the large windows of her penthouse. Earlier in the day, she had been in Eris's club doing what she normally did... Cause trouble amongst the patrons. The two goddess got along wonderfully it seemed, when it came to stirring things up amongst others anyways. It was fulfilling to her at least, a form of entertainment. Rather than simply watching it on the screen however, she made it so it would be live right in front of her. Today, she simply managed to indirectly start a fight between two demigods over some nonsense. It was certainly a sight, yet also proof to her that mortals were far too weak minded than she liked. They were far too easy to manipulate. As fun as it was, she needed some peace after the day was over with. Now, here she sat. Wine glass in hand filled with her favorite red, and eyes casting out over the city. It was quite the view, to see everything from above. A feeling she once had before she began living life in the mortal world, a feeling she often missed. The superiority of living above the rest, at least she had her abilities and immortality to remind her of it.***

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***Perfectly manicured nails tapped against the end table she had at the end of the couch, creating a soft rhythm to ease the silence in her home. She was bored so to speak, extremely bored now. She eyed her cell phone that rested on the table, mulling over the many ways she could ease her boredom. Yet, only one of her ideas managed to stand out from the rest. She grabbed her iPhone, an amazing invention in her eyes, and quickly sent a short text message to one of her various buddies. It had been some time since she seen Thanatos, his brother having hogged up most of her time it seemed. Though she didn't mind Moros, she needed a break from the god. She found him to be a bit too much at times, which almost sounds insane coming from her. She needed something fresh, someone who can not only give her some company but also at least some nice conversation. Thanatos was always one to give her such, she wasn't the best with having friends but he certainly indulged with her at times. One of very few who seem to be able to handle her. After she sent the text, she laid her phone down and took a quick glance around her penthouse... Then at her attire.***

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***One thing the goddess cared for most was her appearances. Whether it be her own physical appearance, or that of her home. She hired a maid who often cleaned her penthouse, ensuring it almost always sparkled. The floors so clean one could see their own reflection, everything neatly organized, and most of all maintaining its vibrancy. It appeared as if she had just moved in, and that is exactly how she liked her home. As for her own appearances, well she always dressed to impress. Her red hair falling in soft and silky waves, skin as clear as can be, and as always... Her nails all done. Today, she wore black slacks with a matching blazer and a lace top underneath. Her red locks remained loose over her shoulders, her nails painted red and fingers adorned with various rings. Her skin smelling of jasmine and vanilla from her Valentino perfume. As per her signature, the only makeup she wore was the red lipstick she painted on her lips. Knowing she looked absolutely perfect, she awaited Thanatos's arrival.***
Gary
Than:Thanatos leaned against the cold stone walls of the Underworld, his eyes closed as he savored a rare moment of stillness. The ceaseless tide of souls had slowed for the night, granting him a brief respite from his eternal duties. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a sharp contrast to the ancient surroundings. He pulled it out, the screen casting an eerie glow on his pallid face.

*Text from Peithos: "Hey, dark and brooding. Fancy a visit? My penthouse could use a touch of your morbid charm 😉"*

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Peithos, the goddess of persuasion and seduction, always had a way of breaking through his stoic exterior. He tapped out a quick response.

*Thanatos: "On my way. Keep the wine ready."*

With a quick glance around to ensure everything was in order, Thanatos slipped through the shadows, leaving the Underworld behind. The transition from the land of the dead to the modern world was seamless for a god of his stature. One moment, he was surrounded by the whispers of lost souls; the next, he was stepping into a sleek, dimly lit elevator in a luxury skyscraper.

The elevator ascended swiftly, the numbers blinking upward until they reached the top floor. The doors slid open to reveal a lavish penthouse, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city below. Soft music played in the background, mingling with the faint hum of urban life.

Peithos was waiting, draped elegantly across a plush sofa. Her beauty was ethereal, a blend of timeless grace and modern allure. She wore an outfit that clung to her curves but it was her makeup that held him, its deep red hue accentuating her flawless skin. "Peitho." He greeted her with a word. A smirk threatened to tug at his lips, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "It's been far too long. I was glad to get your... Persuasive invitation." 

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John
***Hearing the buzz of her phone, Peitho lifted it from the table. Opening up the message, her lips lifted into a gentle smile. She closed out the message, walking to grab their favorite bottle of wine from her kitchen counter. She set it aside on the end table, along with an extra glass for Thanatos. The wine itself was an expensive red, the taste not too sweet nor too bitter. A perfect mixture.*** 

***Once she settled back down, she took the time to scroll on her little phone. Letting her thoughts roam free whilst she waited. She remembered her first run in with Thanatos, she had been leaving his brother's home from the underworld... And everything started from there.***

***While she often went to the Underworld for these visits, she needed a break from its darkness. She risked her own life being down there, and the unsettling feeling she often felt was exhausting. Peitho never felt good in the Underworld, it was daunting and she swore sometimes the darkness messed with her own head. That was the part she hated the most, how it messed with her.*** 

***Peitho figured that Thanatos could use some respite, see some beauty and light for once rather than his shadows and souls he lived around. Her penthouse was a luxury place in contrast to his home in the crypt, and after all Peitho herself is the most beautiful sight here. At least, that is what she believed in her own eyes. The only other goddess she deemed more beautiful than all is her beloved Aphrodite.***

***The soft ding of the elevator broke her from her train of thought, alerting her of her guest's arrival. She turned her head back to look towards the entrance, watching as the doors opened and while Thanatos walked into her home. Her hazel colored eyes swept over his form, drinking in every inch. Shameless in how she looked at him, she brought her gaze to his face after a few long moments. A grin crossing her features, and a glint in her eyes.*** 

***Dark and brooding is how she always described him to be, but that is exactly what drew her in. His sheer intensity yet serene features despite being associated with death. Of course though, she was biased. She never faced his wrath, and never would. If she did however, she would be far from fearful of him. Standing from her seat, Peitho glided towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Engulfing him in a gentle hug, she pressed a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth and pulled herself away.***

"Thanatos, it has indeed been far too long. You can blame your brother for such anyways." ***She grinned.*** "Oh so you did enjoy my little message to you? I have to keep you in high spirits somehow... And of course on your toes." ***Peitho gestured towards the wine bottle and the empty glass.*** "Would you like to enjoy some wine? We have much to catch up on and it is our favorite from long ago." ***She winked, moving to take a seat on her couch.***
Clare
He couldn't help but smile as he found himself staring into Peitho's hazel gaze. Her's were special, was is because she was a goddess? Or was she alone this special? He found it hard to look away from the mesmerizing depths, the flecks of color that seemed to catch the light and add a subtle sparkle to the inferno that was his... Friend. Thanatos chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through the room. "Your invitation was... Persuasive, I will give you that." He answered as he poured himself and her a glass of the expensive vintage before he joined her on the couch. 

Thanatos would never admit it to her for fear of it inflating her already godly ego, but the lord of death found solace in Peithos's presence. She was a rare escape from the weight of his responsibilities. Here, in this moment, he was not the grim reaper, but a man captivated by the goddess beside him. "Surely you didn't bring me here for just my handsome looks." It was his turn to flash her a playful wink as the glass found his lips to take the first drink from it, the first of many.

As her arms left him he found himself mourning the loss of her touch. It wasn't the wine that was intoxicating, as good as the alcohol was. It paled in comparison to her something he was certain she told herself. "Other than ignoring me for my brother what have you been up to? How'd you fare with Hades... Outburst." He asked shifting his full focus to her.
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John
***Peitho pouted her lips in response, he certainly knew too well to not compliment her too much. She thought her message to be quite creative if she said so herself. She looked up at him from the couch, her eyes raking across his body to his face. Staring into his own, hazel meeting hazel. The goddess was hardly ever subtle with how she gazed at him, clearly doing more than just admiring his clothing. It was wondered why she ever associated herself with him to begin with, why she would play with death and doom in the first place. The answer was a simple one, Peitho enjoyed the risk and the thrill of it. But she further found Thanatos to be quite attractive, and he had at least a good sense of style. Enough to suit her tastes anyways.*** "I am the goddess of persuasion, of course it was. You could have given me a bit more than that, but I will deem your answer acceptable for now." ***She hummed, a playful glint in her eyes.*** 

***The goddess shifted herself on the couch, moving only slightly closer to him. She knew the effect she had on him, as it was the same for anyone else in her presence. The desire to be closer to her, to need her conversation and drink in as much of it as she would give. Peitho enjoyed being able to tease her lovers with this, to give so much yet so little of what they wanted. To make them yearn for more of her. She lifted her glass, taking a small sip of the wine before setting it down.*** "Oh I surely did not Thanatos, though your handsome looks as you call them are very pleasing to the eye. Perhaps I should invite you more often for just that." ***She chuckled.*** "You may be a god of death, but you certainly give death a very good look."

***Peitho groaned, resting her right arm on the back of the couch. Her palm open and cradling her head as she faced him.*** "Darling I find it impossible to ignore you, as I said do blame your brother for my absence. He became a tad bit too controlling, and we both know how I feel about being restricted in such a way." ***She said with a knowing look. It was something Peitho made very well known about her, she was not one to be restricted outside of the bedroom.*** "As for Hades's outburst, why did he decide to throw a tantrum now? There is a reason I invited you this time instead of going to the Underworld like usual, better to remain away from there for a bit now after that." ***In other words, she was a bit fearful of returning there. At least, until she was sure Hades wouldn't have yet another outburst. The goddess would never admit it out loud.*** 

***Peitho shook the thought from her head, inching only a bit closer to Thanatos. She moved her arm from the couch placing a hand on his shoulder. Fingers moving in gentle circles, her painted nails only grazing the skin through his top.*** "Since you mentioned it, you must have missed me greatly to bring up my absence in your life as of late... Yes? Enough to... Think of me?" ***She questioned, grinning with mischief. One thing she enjoyed about her aura, it made it very hard for others to deny these things. She already knew the answer, she just wished to hear it out loud from him.***

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