Helena sat on the edge of a queen sized bed, sliding her feet into her knee high boots. Behind her, King Leo laid stretched out on the bed with both hands clasped over his head. She looked over her shoulder to glance at him with a conceited smirk, a trait that was foreign to her. The headboard he once rested his head against was torn off, leaning against a dented wall in the corner. When you had supernatural strength and rode the Minotaur of Crete to it's death, any woman would be capable of performing the art of the Amazons to perfection.
She was no Amazon, but they would have rose their kylikes in the air with approval. Ironically the wine-drinking cup depicted the performance itself, catching the attention of Aphrodite and Dionysus. Much like how Atlantis submerged into the Atlantic Ocean, their mattress sunk through the crooked bedframe. The wall once pressed by the headboard was riddled with punch holes and torn pieces of metal, capturing the intensity of the rodeo.
The depowered goddess turned her attention to gaze at the destruction they caused. The entire room looked as if Poseidon had struck his trident against the seabed, generating a seismic sea wave. It devoured the room, scattering their armored plates and personal items all around them. Much like how Herakles and Theseus wrestled Pankration into conception, the two wrestled areas of the room into chaotic art. It was not art that would be praised by the Muses, but art that would surely appease Aphrodite and Ares.
In their passionate scuffle, the Planestrider and Prince of Power had furnished the room with large indents. That included the floors, which were now tiled with the same imprints. The scenery captured a battle for dominance between the two hybrid deities. Like a Greek Amphora, the destruction of the room told a story. Helena had pushed Leo into the wall with force, displaying the strength of being the first Greek and Norse deity to exist in the green follicles of Gaea.
Like the golden lasso that hung from her side, she jumped and coiled her legs around his waist. The aggression and burning passion she displayed should not come off as a surprise, seeing how the blood of Ichor; Æsir; and Jötunn flowed through her divine body. Leonel not one to be dominated by anyone stepped forward and slammed her back against the floor, causing her to erupt in laughter. The crowd applauded over the sexual tale, giving praise to Aphrodite and her Erotes.
"I told you I would wear something more loosely next time," She bantered, sliding her foot into her other boot. The brain child sounded less tense, her fair olive skin radiating in serenity. For once in her life, Eirene lent the former princess her aura of tranquility. She was no longer conflicted, or unsure of her future with the Prince of Power. She was no longer apart of the Sisters of Artemis, no longer bond to the sacred vow to abstain from carnal knowledge and courtship. Leo was changing her, giving her a life that was stolen from her by Zeus and those who sided with his crusade.
"As much as I feel alive when I am with you, I need to contact my companions from the Justice League Alliance. They must be searching for me frantically. Like a thief in the night, I left without saying a word. They deserve to know I am here, and why I left temporarily," Helena approached the side of his bed and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek. She never told him why she had been staying here the last two days, how could she? She almost murdered her only friends with a risky plan. It was a sound plan that she formulated in seconds, yet it was just as dangerous as Hera driving Heracles mad.
The planestrider did not want Leo to see her as a monster, one that could not be naturally controlled. She had two days to gather her thoughts and decided her heart-piercer deserved to know why she never took her vambraces off. If she kept the truth from him any longer, it possibly could endanger him and those he cared about. Pulling away from her embrace, the floating winged companions of Aphrodite erupted into hearts and left the scene. Their quest to open Helena's heart had succeeded, succumbing to the volley of heart-shaped arrows.
Rising from the bed, the brain child put on her red tunic that ended in a multi-paneled mini-skirt. It would have been an embarrassment if she called her friends with her breast exposed. Bringing her forearm to her lips, "Tap me into the watchtower monitors." Her gleaming vambraces split apart like a compartment. Hephaestus had modified her forearm guards when he revisited the two. Not only did he made the two divine guards more advanced, he gave them the resources they needed to sustain an army against the Imperium.
A holographic computer illuminated from the exposed section and immediately began contacting the members of her team. If Superion picked up with the team behind him, she would greet the Man of Steel. "Superion…" She nodded awkwardly, not sure how to explain her sudden disappearance. Her electric blue eyes darted to Knight Hunter, one of the newest members of the team. It was because of her risky plan that he almost fell pray to her. "Knight Hunter I...." Her gaze dropped, despising what she almost did to him. Mister Surreal came into view, making things even more awkward. The two have grown more acquainted with each other from their encounter with Ares, discussing philosophy and other forms of literature. "That wasn't me. I never meant to attack you, Horkos as my witness,"
Helena avoided apologizing, not because she suffered from hubris as many did, but because she had no choice but to remove her vambraces. "I hate what I am without my forearm guards, and I hate that I almost killed you. Forgive me," She gazed at him with sorrow in her vibrant eyes. "As for why I left without saying a word," The planestrider turned her focus on all her teammates. "I needed time to gather my thoughts. I could have injured one of you, or worse. I am aware there is no excuse for my unannounced departure, but after you all witnessed what I truly am and what I did, I thought it was best to distance myself," She frowned, clearly remorseful for her uncontrolled behavior.
"If you all would have me back, I would gladly explain why I made such a dangerous move. We can discuss the nature of my barbaric state, and how we could prepare for it in the future," Helena looked to Superion, hoping he would agree. It was the Justice League Alliance that took her in and gave her a home after her encounter with the God of War. She owed them a great deal and was starting to consider them more than just companions. "If you all agree, do you mind if I bring a guest? He is important to me, and I would love to introduce him to you all." The depowered goddess looked over her shoulder at Leo with a look that read "We will not wrestle over this." If the team once again came to an agreement, Helena would ask Thunderstorm to open a portal.