Tiamat's ResidenceAfter Zeus' raid Tiamat was sprawled out on the couch in the comfort of her adobe, lazily flipping page after page of some trashy romance written by Erato, the god of love poetry. Tiamat never thought she’d be able to get into something like this, yet, she continued to surprise herself. Although the Daughter of Discord had much to do, she found herself stricken with a complete lack of energy—Zeus’ rain has always had that effect on people like her. When she heard the door to her domain bursting open, giving way to her churlish yet handsome henchman, she harnessed what left of energy to assume a sitting posture. With one leg crossed over the other and her elbow propping up her head, she followed his movement with her clear green eyes. “So very late…” she grumbled with furrowed brows, looking as displeased and disheveled as ever. In her improper state, she gave Jack plenty of chances to feast his eyes on her ivory complexion and shapely body covered by nothing more than a black gown that came down to the mid of her thighs. This is usually how Tiamat behaves away from the eyes of other gods, she didn’t care much for the mortal man’s obsession with the feminine body and the eros. After all, her true form is that of a dragon, which in her opinion, has way more sex appeal than this uselessly weak and squishy body she’s currently trapped in. “Well whatever, it’s fine, it’s not like the world will end tomorrow… set that sack of meat down here,” Tiamat pointed at the spot in front of her with her toes, commanding Jack to set Naburo down on the floor before her. When Naburo was dumped on the hard floor, she prodded his grimy feature with her foot, attempting to wake the unconscious man. “Foolish little human, won’t thou wake up and speak to this goddess?” @Jack Anders @Naburo Keilz
The doors busted open, revealing the entrance of a devilishly handsome Jack. Despite his sopping wet figure, the handyman still cut a rather striking appearance between his tightly clinging clothes and rain displaced hair. Upon closer inspection, the man wasn’t alone. Atop his shoulder rest an unconscious entity, the so called package the dragon mistress had requested him to deliver. With footsteps drawing the man ever closer to the goddess, he’d eventually grind to a halt. A loud thud sounded as he dropped the body unceremoniously onto the ground before looking back up at the fiery, red headed deity. Eyes briefly straying over her figure, he’d crack a smile before replying in a somewhat sarcastic yet coquettish fashion. “D’aww. I missed you too – darlin’." A playful chuckle sounded from his smooth and relaxed voice after the jest. Attention turning off to the mirror hanging on the far side of a wall, a hand slowly combed through his chestnut brown hair as he casually groomed it in a more orderly fashion. “What a handsome fellow. I never cease to amaze myself…” Eyes still fixated on the dashing figure in the mirror, he’d continue to address the goddess while casually tossing a glance over to Naburo once or twice. “It’s not every day you ask for over time. I’m surprised he caught your fancy to be honest. Sure, he’s pretty handy… but man, there’s one hell of a stick up his ass when it comes to principles. It wasn’t easy to snag him either. Some klutz caved in the tower entrance so I had to improvise a bit.”
