There Is A Reason For The Thunder And I Will Not Dismiss It Simply Because It Upsets You.

Few could argue with the fact that he was a man of temptation and impulse, often bedding women before he had even realized it was lust getting the better of him, thus forgetting those whom he should call lovers. He held her steady, looking back into her eyes and returned with a small exchange of words, "do I look as if I long for anything else?"

He placed his hand on the nape of her neck, tugging on her hair as he pulled her forward once more giving her another kiss. This one was filled with lust, temptation and passion. She was a beautiful woman and he was certainly going to enjoy himself with her.

She rose into him, against him, like he was the shore and she the waves. Her hand fell against his chest, and gods help her, she couldn’t deny him, not again. He had held himself back like a stallion, chomping at the bit, for eons, for thousands of years, and she couldn’t bear to be that cruel anymore. She kissed him back sweetly and hungry, teeth raking over his lower lip as she pulled back to look into his eyes. “Is this what you truly want? I will not deny you any longer..” 

"H-Hello...?" Anna tilted her head, her soft violet eyes shining.

He was unsure if he should trust the stranger with his true form, so he stood there continuing to bear the appearance of an old man, looking back at the strange yet beautiful violet irises.

"You have an air to you, unlike any I've ever encountered," he replied with a small smile.

The beggar shrugged, "it doesn't hurt to try. Do you have water to share?" He coughs a bit, testing the heart of the other.

A man of jokes, I see. What reason would Jupiter himself have to come see a poor humble artist such as myself? 

Her words caused his face to crack into one more appropriate when facing her. His eyes full of wanting and desire of lewd pleasure, staring deep into her eyes. He caught her and pulled her closer, "I am not most men, nor do they deserve your attention or affections."

“No, it’s not.” She watched him settle on the stone bench that sat alone the cobbled path, watched him gesture. Her fingers coiled in the gauzy gown, picking it up at she walked towards him. Easing onto the sun-warmed marble, one leg crossed over her, a high slit revealing golden skin. Passing her palms over her thighs, before meeting his dark gaze. 

“But most men desire something from me more then my attention.” Trailing a ghost-light touch over his jaw.

Father.. go easy on him, please. I promise you he means you and your mountain no threat.

Yet he had taken you by force and now you believe to love him. That is a threat and crime in itself.

"Is it so wrong to ask for your attention?," he wasn't begging or pleading, no. The man hasn't spent much time with her and the sweet smell coming from the garden--no, her--was too intoxicating to wish to leave. He crossed his leg, right ankle resting atop his left knee and motioned for her to join him. 

Oh, the thought of shooting a bit of lighting at the beads to allow the unnecessary fabric to drop was now becoming an urge.

“Do you require something?” It’s not an accusatory tone that rides in the sultry sweetness of her voice, merely inquiring. The watering can is out of water, so she puts it down, fingers plucking a few dead leaves from the stem of a flower, before passing her fingers over the velvet-soft petals. Glancing back over her shoulder at her father, chin brushing the beaded clasp on her shoulder, the very thing holding her dress together, up.

zeus and broose will be there too :l

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excuse u.

ra’s and odin should probably sit together and be creeps

and have popcorn at the ready like it’s some damn movie. 

Bearing the form of just a common beggar man of the other's era, he merely replied with what he intends on the other to take as a joke, "none other than Jupiter himself."

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Ah, Benvenuto, another visitor it would seem. I am Sandro Botticelli, and what is the name of my guest, if I may ask?