Old Unfinished MiragexEris fic

Mirage sat in her throne.  The flicker on the torches on the walls casting a warm glow over the brown stone and dust covered floors of her 'palace'.  Long ago this place had been abandoned, and her, long forgotten about by the mortals who would have worshipped her.  She slouched on her stone throne and began tapping her fingers rhythmically on the hieroglyphically etched arm rests scowling.
Letting out a sigh that echoed against the dark empty chamber she pondered what to do with her spare time.  Nearly as soon as her mind started to wonder however, a clip clap began to ring about the room.  From the darkness, features of the figure started to bleed forth.  Her outrageous blond hair, the loose white toga... "Eris" Mirage growled under her breath.  The figure stopped, still focused oh her compact as she applied a more than generous amount of red lipstick to herself, completely focused on the mirror before puckering up and making those loathsome popping noises to even out the application.  Satisfied, she closed the compact which disappeared in a puff of golden smoke.

"Why do you befoul me with your presence witch?"  Mirage snarled, now slouched quite low in her throne.  "Is that any way to greet your old pal and 'muse' sour puss?"  the blonde chimed back.