[Aphrodite's sing-song voice comes from the front of the house, through the front door. Don't mind her as she just skips knocking and goes to try and open the door, then giving a disapproving tsk when she finds it's locked. Of course it is.
It's about once a month that Aphrodite gets it in her head to bug Eustace, and unfortunately for everyone involved this time it has escalated to an impromptu personal visit. On the bright side, at least this time it's not the middle of the night.]
You know that I'm not going to leave so easily, darling. [She's still not knocking, but her presence is not subtle by any means and whoever opens the door will find a woman that has definitely gone overboard in pink, her long hair trailing nearly down to her feet and ending in perfect little heart curls at the bottom. She has an Aesthetic.]
[ Oh, god. A shiver runs up Ema's spine. She never wants to hear Eustace's name sing-sung like that again.
Here she is, peacefully enjoying a midday snack with some piping hot tea, when a mystery woman starts yodeling at the house door and trying to break in. Ema is having serious flashbacks to the dark days when she had to guard crime scenes (where people had freshly died, mind you) from swooning, screaming fangirls trying to glimpse one (1) celebrity rock diva. It's hilarious to put Eustace in the category of a heartthrob celebrity, mostly because he'd find it extremely annoying, but before Ema can find the comedic silver lining of the current situation, she has to ensure that the woman at the door isn't going to resort to more desperate means to get into the house.
Ema sighs and abandons her snacks to answer the front door. If there's some weird island thing going on where people are hunting each other down like... sex assassins(??), then she will gladly give this mystery woman the boot and/or give Eustace the boot so that he can resolve this somewhere away from her nice midday break. If this mystery woman is actually a normal-brained Eustace fanatic (an oxymoron), then........ Ema may or may not still give her the boot.
Ema opens the door. A glamorous, sensual, overwhelmingly pink lady is standing there. Ema in her casual home-flavor clothing (plus lab coat) squints at her dubiously. ]
... He isn't in. Can I take a message?
[ Or Pinky here could text him, which would be preferable if this ends up being a sexy message. ]
[Sex assassins would be pretty cool and perfectly on point for the island. But alas, Aphrodite has neither sex nor murder on her mind when she visits Eustace. (Well, not any more than usual.)
All of her bluster and noise stops short when the door opens and instead of the grumpy dog-man instead looking at her is a woman. Also grumpy, from the sounds of it. Aphrodite's brows hike up with interest. Oh ho ho ho.]
But this is his residence, is it not? [Just to be sure, because if a woman is answering the door in place of Eustace, consider Aphrodite's interest piqued. The woman's suspicious tone doesn't give Aphrodite a bit of pause. Even her fellow gods often find her a bit much. A hand curls under her own chin coquettishly, eyeballing the other woman. Plainly dressed, but lovely all the same. No dog ears so it can't be his sister.]
[ Ema isn't entirely sure she likes the sudden scrutiny being beamed down on her; she feels strangely like she's turned into this woman's plaything. It's probably karma at work, given how much time Ema spends sticking her magnifying glass into other people's faces. Her own eyebrows raise in reply, posture ironing out with a touch of defiance. ]
First of all, you can stop it with that weird... sultry thing you're doing.
[ That is entirely too much sexiness for this doorstep, thanks. ]
Secondly, I've been living here for a while. Sorry to disappoint, Miss...?
[Said while she flutters her eyelashes and grins, suggesting that she knows exactly what Ema is talking about. She’s quite familiar with this type and quickly Ema is being slotted into the same kind of category as Athena or perhaps Artemis.
She waves a hand, shaking her head.]
Lady Aphrodite. And it’s no trouble at all, dearest. As a matter of fact, I’m quite pleasantly surprised! Eustace comes off as a bit of a loner so I am glad to know that he has someone he’s fond of enough to share a home with.
[And because some time ago Eustace alluded to some mysterious person on the island that he has grown feelings for. Who know that all she had to do to figure out who it was is visit his house! Because clearly and obviously these two sourpusses are a match made in Elysium.]
[ Ema's first assumption is not that an actual Greek goddess is standing front of her in a flirty pink dress, but that someone made a very bold naming choice for their child. That, or this woman took a moniker and hit the nail a little too hard on the head. In any case, it seems like an apt name.
Ema swiftly ignores Aphrodite's playful denial in favor of the rest of what's said. She's glad that Eustace isn't living alone like a crotchety old hermit, is she? It's a surprisingly well-meaning statement coming from a woman who seems to have arrived expressly to barge in and bug him. She did call him a loner, but it isn't mean if it's true.
Ema finds herself a little disarmed despite everything. If this Aphrodite is generous enough to have Eustace's best (or at least better) interests in mind even with him being the way he is, then she's probably a decent person...? ]
I wouldn't say he invited me to live here, but I suppose we get along well enough now.
[ She sighs and regards Aphrodite for a moment longer before taking a half step away from the door. ]
Are you going to hunt him down, or are you planning on sticking around?
[ Either get all in or all out, that's Ema's life philosophy... and her front door policy. ]
[Ohh, so the woman invited herself to live here? Even spicier than she could have imagined. Aphrodite seems positively delighted by every new development in the conversation.]
Oh, I don't mind staying. Eustace will return sooner or later, I'm sure and the island is awfully large. [She agrees, taking the half-step as an open invitation to bluster right past Ema into the residence. Aphrodite might as well have flowers trailing after her for all of the feminine energy she has emanating from her person.]
[ One could easily say it was ruder of Ema not to offer her name up after asking for Aphrodite's, but also Ema doesn't care too much about seeming rude. Not that it matters, because Aphrodite seems perfectly happy and is only getting happier despite the absence of her original target. Suspicious, but okay. Ema might have to keep a closer eye on her that she anticipated.
Ema closes the door behind Aphrodite, effectively sealing her (Ema's) fate. From here, it will be obvious that Ema was breaking for tea, a plain sofa with accompanying coffee table and tea set within eyeshot from the entryway. The rest of the house is infused with a subtle layer of loose dog fur and simply furnished, but with a few feminine touches (some flowers here, a cute pillow and throw blanket there) which one might reasonably deduce came from Ema rather than Eustace. ]
Ema... Ema Skye.
[ Regardless of where Aphrodite decides to wander, Ema heads into the nearby kitchen, still talking. ]
You may as well have some tea while you're here. [ Or else Aphrodite might just end up staring at Ema while she awkwardly sips her own cup of tea... ] What did you need Eustace for, anyway?
[Aphrodite floats around, taking in the details of the lovely home, but never wandering outside of earshot of Ema.
Ema. Eustace you sly dog, Aphrodite definitely guessed Ema's name back when she went through the whole Sexscape Navigator looking for who Eustace had a flame for but the man didn't even blink. Maybe it's not her. But then again, he's obviously let her into his life in a way that she wouldn't have guessed.]
Hm? [Sorry, she was lost in her thoughts.] I wanted to talk to him and I thought I may be able to do so in person if I came to his home. [Said simply. Honestly. Wandering hands brush some of the dog fur off of the armrest of the sofa, then touch the petals of one of the vases of flowers. Keeping her hands to herself is not one of Aphrodite's strong suits.]
[ Ema reappears with a second little cup and sets it at the coffee table. She pours some still-steaming tea into it because being a sourpuss doesn't mean she has to be a bad host, and then she settles back down on the couch and looks at Aphrodite expectantly. ]
Have a seat.
[ Judging by her beatific arrival and the attention she's giving the decor, Aphrodite seems like exactly the kind of lively, nosy person that would give Eustace a headache. Curious. ]
Well, I'll be blunt. Should I be clearing out whenever he does get back?
[ She'd rather not get in the way of whatever this is, this being all of Aphrodite's general aura, and she would almost rather not know the nature of Aphrodite and Eustace's relationship. That's way too messy for her blood. ]
[Ema takes a seat and it takes a moment for Aphrodite to follow suit, picking up on her cue. Modern social sensibilities were still a work in progress. The tea smells good and she uses the cup to warm her hands, cupping it between both like a tiny bowl. At Ema's question she smiles, watching the other woman from over the steaming lid of her cup.]
Not at all, dearest. [And not just because Aphrodite is down for threeways. Ahem.
Here she watches Ema carefully, watching for signs of relief or possibly jealousy, and keyed in on any fluctuating heart rate from the woman. It's not her fault but figuring out who Eustace might have a thing for is quite exciting for her and she's chomping at the bit to find out if it's true.]
We've had dalliances in the past but our relationship isn't like that. It was a platonic visit, is all.
[ Ema feels very Looked At as Aphrodite stares at her over her cup of tea, which she's chosen to hold in an atypical manner. She's an odd bird, Aphrodite. She may have a name that suggests an origin on Earth, but there's no way she's living a normal nine-to-five kind of life there. ]
I see...
[ Ema's expression shifts subtly in response to Aphrodite's reply: a mild smoothing of her brow, a slight upward drift to her gaze. Perhaps it could be interpreted as relief that she doesn't have to haul ass out of here once Eustace arrives, or simple disengagement now that she has her answer.
She can't doctor her heart rate, though. She's more than aware that Eustace has plenty of partners, and why shouldn't he? It's none of her business. But still her heartbeat picked up slightly when she asked her question, and with Aphrodite's answer it takes a step back toward normal.
When her attention drops back down to Aphrodite, she feels the other woman's watchful stare keenly, and her pulse kicks up yet again. Why is Aphrodite looking at her like that?? Ema has done nothing wrong... and yet she feels inexplicably like she's been caught. She frowns defensively, alarm bells going off in her head. ]
[Said innocently, complete with a flutter of eyelashes before she turns her gaze back down, sipping her tea. That flutter in Ema's heartrate is impossible to miss and it only sets into stone that even if this isn't the woman that Eustace has feelings for, she certainly has ones for him. Which is, honestly, just a wonderful a development.
She blows across the top of her tea, making the water ripple gently.]
I just think it's sweet that Eustace has someone he cares for enough to share a home with. Here I assumed it was just he and his canine companions, all by their lonesome!
[ Ema is determined to enjoy her cup of tea despite the unexpected visitor, so while Aphrodite is chattering, Ema takes a peaceful sip of her barely-cool-enough-for-human-consumption tea... just in time for Aphrodite to drop her question. Ema narrowly avoids dropping her cup wholesale as she spits/sputters/coughs her tea out in a fine mist. She wipes her mouth on her sleeve before turning to glower at Aphrodite.
Her heart is jackhammering now... illogically, since she and Eustace make no habit of sleeping together in any sense besides the platonic, and it doesn't matter what Aphrodite makes of their relationship, really. There's just something so lurid about that word, lovers, that doth make Ema protest. ]
[She should have visited Eustace and this Ema sooner, if she'd known it was going to be so fun. The only way it could be more delicious is if Eustace walked in on them and she could hear both of their heartrates going a mile per minute. Adorable.
Blinking, she puts on an innocent expression that is altogether unconvincing by the grin across her face.]
Is it a strange question? You asked me the same just a moment before, hm?
[Although she's fairly certain she knows the answer now.]
[ Her eyes narrow at the blatant amusement in Aphrodite's grin. What is she, a dancing monkey?? The only thing keeping her from crossing her arms is her tea, which she nurses closely in palm and hand. ]
I asked because I wanted to stay out of your business. Not because I wanted to trade notes.
[ Ema does not want notes, not a single one. ]
But before you go skipping up to him with any weird comments, he and I are not [god] lovers.
[Oh no. If she wants this conversation to continue and not be tossed out, she should probably tread more carefully. But it's hard to keep from smiling so instead she hides it by sipping at her own tea.]
And I asked because I don't see any reason to be precious about it. We aren't nearly so prudish about sex in the world that I come from.
[She schools her expression further, dropping her eyes to pretend to take a special interest in the rippling water in her cup. Sighing dramatically,]
That is a shame though. [Hm.] I had hoped to finally find the one who stole Eustace's heart.
[ It's not the sex that has Ema all staticky, it's the romantic implication. And she continues to be staticky, because Aphrodite is clearly fishing for a reaction. Everything about this woman feels as deliberate as it does whimsical, a concerto of feminine wile.
Well, Ema sees what she's doing. This isn't the first time she's been wheedled by nosy outside parties. She owes no explanation and doesn't particularly care if her relationship with Eustace is misconstrued, because what difference does it make anyway? No, Ema is a hardened detective, and she isn't going to spill the beans (if there were beans) to just any Johnny-how-do-you-do that comes waltzing into the house.
But goddammit, she's so curious. ]
The who did what now?
[ She's asking because Aphrodite made a ridiculous statement, not because she has a personal investment in who this hypothetical person is. Yes. Ignore the slight uptick in her heartrate. ]
Aphrodite makes an exaggerated sigh and swoons a little bit, recalling the memory like it definitely wasn't what she'd planned on bringing up since the moment she got here.]
Oh, when Eustace learned that I bore the power to make people fall in love, he was so concerned that I had meddled in his life. As if that was the only reason he could develop feeling for someone.
[ That overshadows the rest of what Aphrodite says... ah. A few drops of tea splash out of Ema's cup with her startled jolt. She quickly guzzles the contents of her little cup of tea (goodbye, peaceful teatime) before turning back to Aphrodite. Call Ema silly, but... ]
You wouldn't happen to be... the Aphrodite, would you? Greek and all that?
Evidence? [Aphrodite titters, the smile never fading from her face as she looks between the (irritable) drum of Ema's fingers, to the (even more irritable) glare in her eyes.]
What sort of proof would you like? Shall I tell you about how your heart has been drumming oh so rapidly ever since we brought sweet Eustace up? Or I could flood the room with aphrodesiacs, although I'm not certain you would appreciate that.
[ Ema is squinting so hard that her eyes have closed entirely, a drawstring scrunch to the middle of her brow. She is feeling incredible danger at this moment. There is a chance that Aphrodite could be bluffing in the manner of your average fortune teller, but there's enough confidence in her demeanor that Ema's survival instinct is telling her not to push any further. ]
I'll have to decline on both counts.
[ Still, this is a unique opportunity, if true. It isn't every day that you get a chance to talk to an actual goddess... ]
If you can make people fall in love... then can you make them fall out of love too?
[So much for proof! Aphrodite sets down her tea cup, letting it rest on one of the end tables while she takes a more relaxed, lounging posture. what is this sitting with two feet on the floor business?]
I can. But that isn't nearly so much fun to talk about.
[She doesn't want to be the bad guy unless she really wants to.]
Before you ask, I have not meddled among any of the people on the nameless island. I am just as much a captive as the rest of you.
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[Aphrodite's sing-song voice comes from the front of the house, through the front door. Don't mind her as she just skips knocking and goes to try and open the door, then giving a disapproving tsk when she finds it's locked. Of course it is.
It's about once a month that Aphrodite gets it in her head to bug Eustace, and unfortunately for everyone involved this time it has escalated to an impromptu personal visit. On the bright side, at least this time it's not the middle of the night.]
You know that I'm not going to leave so easily, darling. [She's still not knocking, but her presence is not subtle by any means and whoever opens the door will find a woman that has definitely gone overboard in pink, her long hair trailing nearly down to her feet and ending in perfect little heart curls at the bottom. She has an Aesthetic.]
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Here she is, peacefully enjoying a midday snack with some piping hot tea, when a mystery woman starts yodeling at the house door and trying to break in. Ema is having serious flashbacks to the dark days when she had to guard crime scenes (where people had freshly died, mind you) from swooning, screaming fangirls trying to glimpse one (1) celebrity rock diva. It's hilarious to put Eustace in the category of a heartthrob celebrity, mostly because he'd find it extremely annoying, but before Ema can find the comedic silver lining of the current situation, she has to ensure that the woman at the door isn't going to resort to more desperate means to get into the house.
Ema sighs and abandons her snacks to answer the front door. If there's some weird island thing going on where people are hunting each other down like... sex assassins(??), then she will gladly give this mystery woman the boot and/or give Eustace the boot so that he can resolve this somewhere away from her nice midday break. If this mystery woman is actually a normal-brained Eustace fanatic (an oxymoron), then........ Ema may or may not still give her the boot.
Ema opens the door. A glamorous, sensual, overwhelmingly pink lady is standing there. Ema in her casual home-flavor clothing (plus lab coat) squints at her dubiously. ]
... He isn't in. Can I take a message?
[ Or Pinky here could text him, which would be preferable if this ends up being a sexy message. ]
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All of her bluster and noise stops short when the door opens and instead of the grumpy dog-man instead looking at her is a woman. Also grumpy, from the sounds of it. Aphrodite's brows hike up with interest. Oh ho ho ho.]
But this is his residence, is it not? [Just to be sure, because if a woman is answering the door in place of Eustace, consider Aphrodite's interest piqued. The woman's suspicious tone doesn't give Aphrodite a bit of pause. Even her fellow gods often find her a bit much. A hand curls under her own chin coquettishly, eyeballing the other woman. Plainly dressed, but lovely all the same. No dog ears so it can't be his sister.]
I did not realize that he did not live alone.
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First of all, you can stop it with that weird... sultry thing you're doing.
[ That is entirely too much sexiness for this doorstep, thanks. ]
Secondly, I've been living here for a while. Sorry to disappoint, Miss...?
[ She trails off expectantly for a name. ]
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[Said while she flutters her eyelashes and grins, suggesting that she knows exactly what Ema is talking about. She’s quite familiar with this type and quickly Ema is being slotted into the same kind of category as Athena or perhaps Artemis.
She waves a hand, shaking her head.]
Lady Aphrodite. And it’s no trouble at all, dearest. As a matter of fact, I’m quite pleasantly surprised! Eustace comes off as a bit of a loner so I am glad to know that he has someone he’s fond of enough to share a home with.
[And because some time ago Eustace alluded to some mysterious person on the island that he has grown feelings for. Who know that all she had to do to figure out who it was is visit his house! Because clearly and obviously these two sourpusses are a match made in Elysium.]
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Ema swiftly ignores Aphrodite's playful denial in favor of the rest of what's said. She's glad that Eustace isn't living alone like a crotchety old hermit, is she? It's a surprisingly well-meaning statement coming from a woman who seems to have arrived expressly to barge in and bug him. She did call him a loner, but it isn't mean if it's true.
Ema finds herself a little disarmed despite everything. If this Aphrodite is generous enough to have Eustace's best (or at least better) interests in mind even with him being the way he is, then she's probably a decent person...? ]
I wouldn't say he invited me to live here, but I suppose we get along well enough now.
[ She sighs and regards Aphrodite for a moment longer before taking a half step away from the door. ]
Are you going to hunt him down, or are you planning on sticking around?
[ Either get all in or all out, that's Ema's life philosophy... and her front door policy. ]
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Oh, I don't mind staying. Eustace will return sooner or later, I'm sure and the island is awfully large. [She agrees, taking the half-step as an open invitation to bluster right past Ema into the residence. Aphrodite might as well have flowers trailing after her for all of the feminine energy she has emanating from her person.]
Ah, but it is rude of me, I didn't ask your name.
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Ema closes the door behind Aphrodite, effectively sealing her (Ema's) fate. From here, it will be obvious that Ema was breaking for tea, a plain sofa with accompanying coffee table and tea set within eyeshot from the entryway. The rest of the house is infused with a subtle layer of loose dog fur and simply furnished, but with a few feminine touches (some flowers here, a cute pillow and throw blanket there) which one might reasonably deduce came from Ema rather than Eustace. ]
Ema... Ema Skye.
[ Regardless of where Aphrodite decides to wander, Ema heads into the nearby kitchen, still talking. ]
You may as well have some tea while you're here. [ Or else Aphrodite might just end up staring at Ema while she awkwardly sips her own cup of tea... ] What did you need Eustace for, anyway?
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Ema. Eustace you sly dog, Aphrodite definitely guessed Ema's name back when she went through the whole Sexscape Navigator looking for who Eustace had a flame for but the man didn't even blink. Maybe it's not her. But then again, he's obviously let her into his life in a way that she wouldn't have guessed.]
Hm? [Sorry, she was lost in her thoughts.] I wanted to talk to him and I thought I may be able to do so in person if I came to his home. [Said simply. Honestly. Wandering hands brush some of the dog fur off of the armrest of the sofa, then touch the petals of one of the vases of flowers. Keeping her hands to herself is not one of Aphrodite's strong suits.]
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Have a seat.
[ Judging by her beatific arrival and the attention she's giving the decor, Aphrodite seems like exactly the kind of lively, nosy person that would give Eustace a headache. Curious. ]
Well, I'll be blunt. Should I be clearing out whenever he does get back?
[ She'd rather not get in the way of whatever this is, this being all of Aphrodite's general aura, and she would almost rather not know the nature of Aphrodite and Eustace's relationship. That's way too messy for her blood. ]
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Not at all, dearest. [And not just because Aphrodite is down for threeways. Ahem.
Here she watches Ema carefully, watching for signs of relief or possibly jealousy, and keyed in on any fluctuating heart rate from the woman. It's not her fault but figuring out who Eustace might have a thing for is quite exciting for her and she's chomping at the bit to find out if it's true.]
We've had dalliances in the past but our relationship isn't like that. It was a platonic visit, is all.
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I see...
[ Ema's expression shifts subtly in response to Aphrodite's reply: a mild smoothing of her brow, a slight upward drift to her gaze. Perhaps it could be interpreted as relief that she doesn't have to haul ass out of here once Eustace arrives, or simple disengagement now that she has her answer.
She can't doctor her heart rate, though. She's more than aware that Eustace has plenty of partners, and why shouldn't he? It's none of her business. But still her heartbeat picked up slightly when she asked her question, and with Aphrodite's answer it takes a step back toward normal.
When her attention drops back down to Aphrodite, she feels the other woman's watchful stare keenly, and her pulse kicks up yet again. Why is Aphrodite looking at her like that?? Ema has done nothing wrong... and yet she feels inexplicably like she's been caught. She frowns defensively, alarm bells going off in her head. ]
W... What? Why are you looking at me like that?
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[Said innocently, complete with a flutter of eyelashes before she turns her gaze back down, sipping her tea. That flutter in Ema's heartrate is impossible to miss and it only sets into stone that even if this isn't the woman that Eustace has feelings for, she certainly has ones for him. Which is, honestly, just a wonderful a development.
She blows across the top of her tea, making the water ripple gently.]
I just think it's sweet that Eustace has someone he cares for enough to share a home with. Here I assumed it was just he and his canine companions, all by their lonesome!
[A beat,] Are you lovers?
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Her heart is jackhammering now... illogically, since she and Eustace make no habit of sleeping together in any sense besides the platonic, and it doesn't matter what Aphrodite makes of their relationship, really. There's just something so lurid about that word, lovers, that doth make Ema protest. ]
What are you, some kind of love connector?
[ Not a term, but close enough. ]
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Blinking, she puts on an innocent expression that is altogether unconvincing by the grin across her face.]
Is it a strange question? You asked me the same just a moment before, hm?
[Although she's fairly certain she knows the answer now.]
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I asked because I wanted to stay out of your business. Not because I wanted to trade notes.
[ Ema does not want notes, not a single one. ]
But before you go skipping up to him with any weird comments, he and I are not [god] lovers.
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And I asked because I don't see any reason to be precious about it. We aren't nearly so prudish about sex in the world that I come from.
[She schools her expression further, dropping her eyes to pretend to take a special interest in the rippling water in her cup. Sighing dramatically,]
That is a shame though. [Hm.] I had hoped to finally find the one who stole Eustace's heart.
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Well, Ema sees what she's doing. This isn't the first time she's been wheedled by nosy outside parties. She owes no explanation and doesn't particularly care if her relationship with Eustace is misconstrued, because what difference does it make anyway? No, Ema is a hardened detective, and she isn't going to spill the beans (if there were beans) to just any Johnny-how-do-you-do that comes waltzing into the house.
But goddammit, she's so curious. ]
The who did what now?
[ She's asking because Aphrodite made a ridiculous statement, not because she has a personal investment in who this hypothetical person is. Yes. Ignore the slight uptick in her heartrate. ]
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Aphrodite makes an exaggerated sigh and swoons a little bit, recalling the memory like it definitely wasn't what she'd planned on bringing up since the moment she got here.]
Oh, when Eustace learned that I bore the power to make people fall in love, he was so concerned that I had meddled in his life. As if that was the only reason he could develop feeling for someone.
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[ That overshadows the rest of what Aphrodite says... ah. A few drops of tea splash out of Ema's cup with her startled jolt. She quickly guzzles the contents of her little cup of tea (goodbye, peaceful teatime) before turning back to Aphrodite. Call Ema silly, but... ]
You wouldn't happen to be... the Aphrodite, would you? Greek and all that?
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[She sips at her full cup, enjoying this interaction quite immensely.]
The goddess of love and beauty. I assume that you've heard of me.
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[ What stage would this be... Either way, Ema drums her fingers against her tea cup once, her eyes boring into Aphrodite furiously. ]
Evidence, please. If you're really a goddess, you must have some way of proving it.
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What sort of proof would you like? Shall I tell you about how your heart has been drumming oh so rapidly ever since we brought sweet Eustace up? Or I could flood the room with aphrodesiacs, although I'm not certain you would appreciate that.
[She has restraint!]
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I'll have to decline on both counts.
[ Still, this is a unique opportunity, if true. It isn't every day that you get a chance to talk to an actual goddess... ]
If you can make people fall in love... then can you make them fall out of love too?
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I can. But that isn't nearly so much fun to talk about.
[She doesn't want to be the bad guy unless she really wants to.]
Before you ask, I have not meddled among any of the people on the nameless island. I am just as much a captive as the rest of you.
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