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Dec 20, 2007 0:21:14 GMT -5
Post by Hades//Dionysus on Dec 20, 2007 0:21:14 GMT -5
New York really was a hell of a town. He’d been there for nearly a week straight just loving every moment of things. What had started with a nice nightly party led to a group breakfast that had casually become an afternoon fete, which of course led straight back to the nightly party. And he’d been continuing this cycle without much complaint for monotony. He’d even managed to meet up with the people he had started this innocent thing with, which was always quite the pleasant surprise. And while they may not have been his precious Maenads that he had cherished so much in the past, they were damn good people who knew how to party.
And the house he found himself in was marvellous. A black and sleek. Very comfortable, especially concerning the odd angle he was turned at in order to decently kiss the young lady in beside him. Which wasn’t as random and drunken as it may have seemed. She had been staring at him all night, eventually building up the courage to talk to him and the song Kiss Me came on. If that wasn’t a sign by Aphrodite herself to do something then and there, then he didn’t know what it was. And besides, what kind of child of Zeus would he be if he didn’t take the chance to make out with some young lady, or boy. Frankly, he had never been all that picky, another trait he seemed o have gotten from his darling father.
Pulling away as the song ended, he smiled brightly at her and then excused himself. She was drunk, probably more so then he if that was at all possible. But he was loving life and riding high, figuratively and literally. One just has to love an era where wine isn’t the only escape from one’s problems. Harder liquor like whiskey and his favourite, Absinthe. So many different drugs he thought he may go insane with glee. And they were everywhere considering that someone had just handed the god something to smoke. And since he wasn’t one to be rude, he did.
Blinking rapidly as he exhaled after holding it in for what seemed like ages, he made his way down the hall. He needed to sit down and gain some control over himself. Stumbling from one crowded room to another, he was somewhat shocked that he found an empty bedroom. Especially since he had had a hard enough time finding an empty bathroom to himself.
Mortals were such a funny bunch. It’s why he loved them.
Stumbling over to the bed, he laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling colours and sounds that didn’t even exist on Olympus passing through his mind. Perhaps taking liberal amounts of everything that had been given him to him that day was bad? His human form wasn’t exactly weak and meagre, but if the walls didn’t stop crawling, he was going to hide in the closet until they did.
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Dec 20, 2007 0:38:57 GMT -5
Post by Hera&Morpheus on Dec 20, 2007 0:38:57 GMT -5
Click, chink... click, chink... click, chink... The sound almost regulated the speed of his thoughts, moving quickly through his mind behind a cigarette. He focused on the familiar sensation of fresh scratches on his back. Another trip to the lovely mortal Elisa, but the usual smile that would have slipped across his handsome features was missing. Instead, a deep scowl as he starred out into nothing, leaning against the railing on arm latched to it clutching his lighter the other, hovering near his face, the cigarette between two fingers as he toyed with the fire maker, his back to the mostly partying occupants of the home, leaning lazing as he let his eyes fall to the ground below. He felt a certain tightness in his stomach at how easy it would be to simply slip, fall down and never get up. The soaring sensation of freedom until, finally, death. If only he was that lucky.
Nothing but a gory splat on the ground. Nothing but a mess for some poor hard working slave to society to clean up. They'd ship him home in a little box, and try to dress him up for his last public performance if there was enough of him left to.
Click. Tempting, and yet-- Chink. he wasn't that crazy. Right? A smirk. He closed the heavy lid to his stainless steel lighter. It was unnecessary, he knew his powers well enough to produce a spark when needed, and yet it was almost comforting to have something to keep his hands busy--they were, at least for now, something he could control when his mind had lost all restraint. He brought his eyes from the ground to the lighter, watching it for a moment. Such power in such a little object... probably the closest thing muggles had to wands, though most of them were too stupid to realize it. Fire.. so primal.. so destructive.. it called to him, and yet he resisted. So far.
Dark lines were not hard to spot under his eyes--his head kept him awake at night, trying to wear him down, trying to get him to listen. You'd think that out of anyone a part of himself would know best how stubborn he was, and how hard it would be for him to succumb to such tempting impulses. Why should he have more sympathy for himself then he had for others?
Sure, some thought he was self involved--as far as he was concerned they were ignorant and could all go fuck themselves. So what if he was self-involved, self-obsessed, arrogant, conceited, pretentious.. what ever they wanted to call it. He knew what he was, he was a Solipsist through and through, and that was all he ever had been. Your self was all you had, after all. He had no reason to change. He hated himself, but this emotion always had a certain appeal to the God, he had never tried very hard to hide that side of himself from anyone other then.. well, himself.
He sighed, bringing the cigarette to his lips, letting the smoke slither from his nose, framing his face and then slowly dissipating. Each breath was a slow fake, death--this didn't bother him. He didn't suppose that it mattered much, he didn't plan on sukcing them long enough to have to deal with the consequences. Click. he returned to playing with his lighter, knowing that this thing at least was well contained. Chink.
The lighter snapped shut for the last time, and his eyes slowly opened, casting a glance over his shoulder. Still able to hear the pulsing blare of music and laughter, Morph sighed. Dion was moving throughout the crowd. He could feel the other sway to and fro..Amusing to anyone but this God. Having agreed to follow the blonde, by orders of Zeus, he thought it his duty to take care of him as well.
A loud crack filled the bedroom, and the young God stepped from the shadows, smoke lingering around his face as he blew another puff. "Dion.." He purred, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Escaping?" A simple question deserving a simple answer. He didn't feel like being bothered by demands as to why he was here..though he doubted they'd come from the intoxicated lump on the covers. [/color][/size]
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Dec 20, 2007 0:58:12 GMT -5
Post by Hades//Dionysus on Dec 20, 2007 0:58:12 GMT -5
His eyes were probably dilated beyond belief, so bothered by things such a weak bodily system couldn't begin to comprehend. His mind was swimming pleasantly and the crawling walls had slowed down some. Perhaps that was a a pleasant sign that it might all stop soon and he'd be able to go back outside and do it all over again. But better too. He would sing a bit louder, act a bit happier, drink a lot more. He would be the life of a party that was a genlte touch away from being a true Bacchanal. Orgies, liquor, and more fun than a person could shake a stick at.
Shake a stick at?
He broke up into a fit of laughter at the idea. Someone shaking a stick at them all, angrily and scowling. They would be saying that it was wrong and immoral and bad. Very, very bad. And for some odd reason that mysterious figure in his mind was taking the shape of Hera. She seemed like a stick shaker, he decided as he had nearly gained control of his giggles. But he'd like to meet anyone who could imagine the queen of the gods shaking a stick and not laugh. His face was turning a bright shade of red due to his lovely fantasy. It was such a pleasant thought, he almost missed the sudden appearance of the other god.
Well, actually he did. It was someone saying his name that drew his attention. It didn't match up with the beautiful noises not even the muses could match or his own stupid laughter. Turning his head from side to side, he smiled goofily as he focused on Morpheus. "Morphy!" He exclaimed rather excitedly as he scrambled to his feet and made his way to the other, bumping into things and stumbling as he did. Hugging the other, he rested his head on the man's shoulders, a rather loud groan escaping him in the process.
With a deep breath and much skill, he managed to lift his head and focus almost entirely on the guy he was clinging to. "Oh Morphy, what brings you here? Giving dreams to those who have managed to pass out so early in the party?" Because a party that had been going on for nearly six hours wasn't anything to one who considered a long party something that lasted a few months. Oh how he missed his followers. They knew how to party and they did it so well. Especially the Romans. He moaned at the memory of the long gone civilization as though it gave him a real sense of pleasure. "I really love those guys two." He said, verbalizing his thoughts without any clarity as usual.
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Dec 20, 2007 1:12:16 GMT -5
Post by Hera&Morpheus on Dec 20, 2007 1:12:16 GMT -5
Carefully, as not to burn the inside of his pocket, he slipped the lighter back into it's usual hiding place, sighing and starring at Dion while he laughed. Perhaps it seemed that Morpheus thought little before doing things, and while he would like to claim that his general good luck at avoiding people had all been done by instinct, it was just not true. One simply had to observe the habits of people--they were all pretty predictable--and learn to work with the darker corners of the room to know how best to keep to themselves. Tonight he had chosen to stand in full view, back turned as if there weren't more then a handful of the city's more violent boyfriends that would love to just happen upon him at the time, watching the sky. Of course there had been precautions, he had his mind ready. Gratefully, no one dared, and now here he was watching Dion curiously.
You see, usually a night with a full moon was avoided for astronomical observations as the reflected sunlight from the moon left some of the more dimly lit stars feeling out-shined, and not at all possible to spot. So he had assumed all the little University students out to document the twinkling of whichever star had caught their fancy--or had been mentioned in class once or twice in class that way they could show people just how smart they were next time it came up--had stayed in to catch up on their studying or something else as mundane. It went without saying that happy go lucky blonde had been left out of the equation; siding with the party goers. Who cared about natural stars when you could create your own? Perhaps he had been hoping beyond hope that if he ignored the existence of the partiers long enough, they would simply just go away. Being a Solophist this actually could have been considered a sound theory. If his subconscious wasn't out to get him he might have just forgotten about the possibility of the thing, and then the thing itself would simply vanish.
No luck.
He stiffened slightly when he heard Dion clamber around, not the least bit caught off gaurd as he suddenly found the blonde on him. Both arms wrapped around the other's waist to steady him; the scent of liquor strong..had it ever not been? "Dionysus." He replied, pretending as if he hadn't said the nickname a mere few seconds ago. Allowing the other to think he had started the conversation would keep him from having to add onto the comments, which, as he had anticpated, promptly began pouring from the Wine God's mouth.
"I'm here for you. As always." Shifting their positions, he set the God back down onto the bed and sat next to him; careful to keep his hand at the small of Dion's back; aiming to keep him straight up. Though..that idea did sound appealing. How many mortals at this party had passed out? Zeus..Too many to count. Scowling, he shook his head at the thought of wasting so much energy. "I'm sure you did." Morpheus murmured absent mindedly--having gotten used to the other's ramblings and vague thoughts. [/color][/size]
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Dec 20, 2007 1:33:07 GMT -5
Post by Hades//Dionysus on Dec 20, 2007 1:33:07 GMT -5
He stared at the other a myriad of emotions passing over his face. Confusion about what the other was talking about. Shock that the other somehow seemed to follow his thoughts when not even the other gods could accomplish such a difficult task. And it ended with his general amusement, giddy that someone was finally starting to understand him. "The Romans were the best though, weren't they? I mean they knew how to worship a god. Although, I did meet this cute brunette thing that wanted to worship me oh so nicely." He bit his lower lip and looked upward as the littlest noise was let out. Something about these festivites always brought out the Zeus in him. So many people and so little time for them. Him, he could go all day quite literally or so he liked to brag.
But his thoughts of the Romans were soon gone as he really started to sober up. Too much time had been spent away from the party and even the beautiful sounds were fading from his reach. It was probably for the better. He had a friend to entertain and certainly that he to be done in the most proper way possible. Holding up a hand to the other, he got to his feet, a bit shakily before running off, back into the party scene. Not that he couldn't have spared them both some time by using his powers, but that would be a bit much, even for the drunkards he had surrounded himself with, to handle at the moment.
When he did return, he had a very dusty bottle of wine, along with two glasses. Nothing eased the nerves better for him than a nice, hearty red wine. With it being his territory of expertise, he took no time in getting the bottle open. This was partly due to the fact that he had cheated and used his powers for that of all things. Still, he placed the glasses down on a nightstand proceeded to fill them with the drink. One was handed to Morpheus and the other was quickly drunken before being refilled. Surely he could make a small sacrilege such as that and not savour the surprisingly nice drink.
His second cup got more attention, being sipped at for the briefest of instances before he laid down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. "Lay down with me Morpheus, I want to talk with you." The request was nearly whined while the look on his face showed the he just may have less than honourable ideas in his head. Of course, he would never do anything with his dear friend. He was just a friendly type of guy who liked to relax with the warmth of another body and a nice wine. Nothing too complex or demanding. Just lay back and see where the night may take them. Casual calm and normally far from innocent when the harsh light of day was showed what had happened.
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Dec 20, 2007 16:34:53 GMT -5
Post by Hera&Morpheus on Dec 20, 2007 16:34:53 GMT -5
The Romans had been the picture of perfection when it came to worship and fufilling their God's wishes. Morpheus never openly admitted he missed the folk, however, deep down in that empty tomb of a heart, he felt a pinch of regret for abruptly leaving them in their time of need. "Cute brunette thing? Excellent word choice my friend." Sarcasm dripped heavily from his comment, and he rolled his eyes; partially teasing Dion. He noted that the other, more and more often, was beginning to pick up the diction and antics of the newest spawn of Earth. Hopefully he could snap him out of it sooner or later. It was not a pleasent state to be in.
His respect for the human race had been lowered considerably when he had first stumbled onto a group the self-righteous rebel-without-a-cause children of this new age. Yes, GenerationY was the secret password that one only had to utter to make people look away when they were hypocrites enough to preach equality and assume that others were going to be cruel and manipulative, so in their eyes inferior. Not that Morpheus thought the latter were all together the most trustworthy of the two groups--don't get me wrong--but at least he was fine with admitting to himself he was in fact an jerk. Those newage babies were just as bad, only they wouldn't admit it and if they wanted to play the game he wouldn't sit idly by. One always knew what they were dealing with when it came to a sadist. With a teenybopper though? ..Well, it was as predictable as a coin flip.
But when you got down to it, it wasn't /that/ hard to hurt the young God mentally. Really, it didn't take much to bruise his self-image--if he cared about what you thought, that was. And since there was about.. three of those people, give or take, in existence that was rarely a problem. Not to mention the fact he wasn't weak enough to let such flaws show where they ever to be touched upon--he never got the whole, express your feeling and cry bit that people liked to pull. It seemed to him taking your anger out on some woefully ignorant little mortal was not only more productive, but it also taught the human to stay on guard. Kill two bird with one stone, and avoid all that.. emotion. The world wasn't a bright and shiny place were everyone wanted to see you succeed, because that would mean that they would fail, and in the end humans were simply slaves to their own happiness. No, usually his arrogance saved him from even noticing the way other people treated him, he just naturally assumed that they wanted him--and why shouldn't he? It was a tactic that had worked nicely enough for him so far. Sure, he wasn't exactly everyone's best friend--he didn't want to be. True kindness is weakness, keep that in mind.
Watching the hand wobble within inches of his face, Morpheus frowned as Dionysus toddled off on some adventure when he very well could have saved the effort and used his power; mortals were ignorant fools, they'd never notice. Why was he not surprised? The bottle had the blonde's name written all over it..He should have seen this coming. Apparently he also had no choice in the matter. Accepting the drink, he gazed down at the murky liquid, swirling it around before sipping. Hmph. Good..as usual. Dion had excellent taste, though, that came with the job description didn't it?
Wearily looking at the bed, and then the face his friend was making, the brunette shifted until his back pressed against the wall next to Dion on the bed. This was as close as he'd get to laying down. When Morpheus laid upon a bed, sleep came too quickly for him to prevent it, and dreamland enveloped him; hours later he'd wake up from working, creating, destroying. "Come back with me." He whispered, glancing down at him from the corner of his eye. "I can't live like this any longer...It's too loud." As close to a plea as possible.
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Dec 20, 2007 19:30:26 GMT -5
Post by Hades//Dionysus on Dec 20, 2007 19:30:26 GMT -5
Oh and Morphy even agreed with him on that. Frankly he loved everything about the modern mortal. They were like the Romans with drugs. All they wanted to do was break free and party, no real worry about tomorrow or stupid little things. They made his task of relaxing people with his lovely drinks and parties so much easier. They flocked to him willingly, all seeming to be looking for something different. They had opened a whole new group of festivities for him. Raves with their bright, flashing lights and happy pills. Moshes, a more violent type of gathering, but a gathering none the less. House parties, carnivals, clubs. They were all so very different but with the same type of backbone that he had found throughout the centuries. Poor people far too stressed and finding themselves deserving something to ease their poor little nerves. And soon enough they could all worship him once more for giving them that much needed relief.
Sipping his wine once more, he placed it down next to the bottle and moved closer to his dearest companion. He even shifted his position so that his head rested on the other's lap, quite happy with the comfortable position. Although it wasn't half as fun to stare at the ceiling, which had lost all it's joy and happiness when the drugs had stopped being of any use. The first thing he would have to do when he got back into the party he could feel going on was get some more of what ever he had had. Hopefully there was still something left for simple little him. Hell, he was beyond willing to reward who ever could get him something to make him feel half as good as he had just been feeling. Not that Morpheus didn't make him feel good, but that was a different kind of good that didn't help with his problem of the unbeautiful ceiling.
No! The word was so ready slip it's way past his lips. Olympus was not a place for him anymore. It was too crowded and far too angry. And then there was the slight fact that he was being wrapped up in it as well. Hera had started to annoy him and his drunken innocence was quickly turning into out right anger. Dionysus being the god he was knew that that was probably the best sign that something had to be done. So he had quite willingly left to be around his mortals. They never lived long enough to annoy him. They died somewhere along the line, be it from age or simply too much indulgence in his partying lifestyles. Unlike him, they couldn't keep drinkng for hours without some ill side effects.
So with a face deviod of emotion, he looked the other straight in the eyes and shook his head. "No. Just go on without me. We'll meet up eventually." No telling how soon that would be though. Years, decades, centuries. A couple of lifetimes could very go by before he'd ever happen to stumble upon his friend again since there was no way they were bringing him back to Olympus alive. And unlike some of his other family members, he didn't like being punished for his meager crimes. He'd much rather sit back and offer them a drink as soon as all that punishing crap was taken care of. Sighing heavily, he let a sorrowful smile grace his lips. "I will miss seeing you though. Aphrodite too." Of course, who wouldn't miss her.
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Dec 20, 2007 20:10:02 GMT -5
Post by Hera&Morpheus on Dec 20, 2007 20:10:02 GMT -5
Perhaps a modern society can remain stable only by eliminating adolescence, by giving its young, from the age of ten, the skills, responsibilities, and rewards of grownups, and opportunities for action in all spheres of life. Adolescence should be a time of useful action, while book learning and scholarship should be a preoccupation of adults. They youth shouldn't be running aorund snorting drugs and swallowing gallons of liquor..If only they were more mature..responsible, maybe then Morpheus would learn to accept them more than he already did..Maybe then he'd let Dion do as he pleased with them. And from this moment, that time didn't seem plausable. Sadly. Therein lied the strongest difference between himself and the other God, Morpheus was a known pessimist, the blonde and optimistic. Such a strange pair. Ying and Yang in some respects.
Resting his head against the wall, his eyes fluttered shut briefly, dark lashes brusing along sharp cheek bones. Forcing himself to stay awake, Morpheus touched Dionysus's hair gingerly, easing it back from his face and running his fingers through the silky strands. We all had our comfort niches, his just happened to be the presence of Dion. He soothed the ill emotions boiling in his chest with the silly actions and grins that were ever present. Thankfully someone had the ability to calm the Sleeper's mind. For what a chaotic and complex thing it was!
The City of New York is like an enormous citadel, a modern Carcassonne. Walking between the magnificent skyscrapers one feels the presence on the fringe of a howling, raging mob, a mob with empty bellies, a mob unshaven and in rags. He couldn't no, /would/ no longer stand the feeling of being trapped. This was not his dream, and therefore, he had a choice. Morpheus felt more enclosed here than at the Greecian Board Room, he so informally liked to call it. Give him a heated conversation and lightining bolts any day. If one more car rolled by pounding out the latest rap song at ungodly levels so they could hear the bass all the way in L.A, he was going to kill someone.
His face did not fall at the answer, his hand did not pull the wine glass back from those lips, his persistance did not waiver. Slowly, and with deliberate intent, he set the wine glass next to Dion's and adjusted his position until he lightly held the blonde's chin in his grasp; fingers cool to the touch. "Eventually? There is no other reassuring remark you could come up with?" He asked, one brow arching. Lips tugged into a smirk when he mentioned the Goddess. "Should she want you, she'll come looking." [/color][/size][/sup]
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Dec 20, 2007 21:26:48 GMT -5
Post by Hades//Dionysus on Dec 20, 2007 21:26:48 GMT -5
And if he wasn't feeling more relaxed by just lying about with his dearest Morpheus, the hand toying with his hair was certainly doing the trick. He closed his eyes, taking away all thoughts of the ceiling as he ran his hand along the other's leg. A comforting gesture should always be returned, much like a compliment. This is what a friend quite as nice as Dionysus was for. A bit of calm cuddling after a particularly nice party.
It would just be cruel to say that the eventually was nothing more than a way out of saying no, he was no intentions of ever going back to Olympus to surround himself with those other Gods. He'd just as quickly tell Ares that Athena was three times the man he was. Not that it was true, but still it would certainly equate to an interesting way of dying. Torn apart by the enraged war god, because he didn't think that anyone would survive making that kind of comment to Ares aside from Athena herself. She could handle that big ball of anger for some odd reason. But then again so could Aphrodite, that gorgeous girl. And geez his mind had a terrible way of losing focus. He would have shook his head to clear it if it didn't mean dislodging the hand playing in his hair.
Looking at the other with a sad smile that probably betrayed his original thought he just continued on with the change of subject. "I don't think she will. Besides, we've had our fun. And I have three kids the kids to serve as proof." And didn't that just make him sound old. Not that he wasn't , but dear lord. Only old people had kids, and he had more than his fair share. The ones with Aphrodite were just the tip of a rather large iceberg. He just may have been the only of Zeus' kids to actually take after the old coot. Though, he had honoured his brief marriage. Even if she did wind up killing herself.
suddenly realizing what all their conversation was basically saying, he looked at the other feeling a bit hurt."When exactly will you planning to go back there?" Hopefully no time soon since he had hardly had a chance to spend any real time with his friend. There would be nothing more upsetting than to have the other leave without having sat around and talked for awhile, much like they were doing now. Except his ideas involved a nice restaurant instead of a somewhat grungy home of one of his unknown rebel followers, the dimwitted beasts that they happened to be.
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Dec 21, 2007 20:32:05 GMT -5
Post by Hera&Morpheus on Dec 21, 2007 20:32:05 GMT -5
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. His head lolled to the side, and green eyes began to close. He was falling asleep. "Dion..Wake me up." The problem with being a God of Sleep and Dreams was that the instant you drifted the slighest amount, you were no longer in control; your powers took over and would not release your mind until the fatal moment when all dreams were cast; he wasn't willing to work now.
The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened. For centuries mortals looked to Morpheus for this fufillment. Literally begging him to take them under in that sweet intoxicating way. However, for just once, he wanted to be awake. At the rate things were going, his time with Dionysus was short, falling into routine would prove fatal toward their conversation.
Ahh that's right. He took after his father didn't he? Jest! Jest, I swear it. The Goddess was stunning, who in their right mind wouldn't want a little taste; a gulp on Dionysus's part. "Fun." Scoffing at such a detatched word, Morpheus picked his wine glass back up, and drank generously for the first time. Having never felt the inclination to drink alcohol, he had virtually turned himself into a light weight. Of couse, he didn't mind, considering he still kept up the habit of not drinking. At least one of them had to be sober--for Dion, that might never happen.
Time and space were awash here. New York was a city thriving off of the misdoings and actions of it's citizens. Morpheus was out of place. He found the buildings, people, and lights too loud, too brash, too abrasive, too..unlike his very nature. And when you take a God out of his comfort zone, things are bound to happen. The plan to leave had recently been brought up in his thoughts, and so he shrugged slightly at Dion's question. "I haven't decided yet.." Glancing down toward the blonde, a small smile graced his lips. "If you won't come to Olympus..Come with me to the Underworld. There are Romans there for you to play alongside." A bit of bribery, but hell, he was running out of options.
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Dec 21, 2007 21:54:28 GMT -5
Post by Hades//Dionysus on Dec 21, 2007 21:54:28 GMT -5
A bit more alert, he looked at the other, taking in the image. It wasn't one worth disturbing, but it was hard to choose between whether or not he wanted his friend sound asleep or if he wanted him up and talking. But Morphy had asked him to help, didn't he? Rubbing the other's leg, he nodded before digging his nails into in the tender flesh. Pain was a good cure to that terribly sleepy feeling he found. "Feeling better?" He asked as he loosened his grip.
What did he care if he happened to take after Zeus? He was so much cuter and more charming. That and he was liked better by most. He was everything Zeus tried to be without half of the violence and anger. "Yes, though I still believe there may be better out there." In all the world, and Underworld, there had to be someone who was better and more beautiful then Aphrodite herself. And he was perfectly content to spend the rest of his live trying to find this mysterious person where ever they may be. But Dionysus could be a rather optimistic fool about these things as well.
He smiled at the sheer image of the other smiling as well. It was a nice thing to see even it did bring about a terrible question. New York was his new home, he had decided that much long ago. But the Underworld certainly had something to appeal to him. His past followers there to marvel at him once more. An uncle to bother once more since it had been too long since had visited the Underworld like a good little boy. He huffed, a thoughtful frown on his face. " I think I may visit them with you for awhile." Just long enough for a small bit of entertainment before he had the awful task of celebrating New Year's as it happened to every country.
For that would have been just perfect, bringing in the new year always one step ahead of his family that would probably be bringing about chaos in the allotted areas first. Well, if they had the standards he often credited them with, they'd do that. Now the Ares' of the world may just jump straight into things without any thought, not that it was his concern. He just had to make the world wide party the best possible one, each getting a little more drunk and disorderly than the last.
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Dec 22, 2007 16:28:10 GMT -5
Post by Hera&Morpheus on Dec 22, 2007 16:28:10 GMT -5
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In Morpheus case, he was the one who created the phantoms, which, as you can imagine, he didn't quite well. Because of this, his time in the real world had become very limited, time very precious. Slowly blinking to attention, he slid his hand over Dion's and pressed both hands firmly to his leg; soothing the pain with pressure. "Much," he said, meeting the other's gaze.
There always was someone better than Aphrodite. Having never had the patience for her waivering ways, Morph had taken a liking to comparing her..Beauty wise she was on of the best..That much was true, but everything else? Many surpassed her. Not that he'd ever say such a thing outloud. "If there is..They're bound to already be with another." He mused. Either that, or very lonely. Polar opposite views, for he noted that throughout time, the grey area had become less and less. The perfect person could either be exhalted for who they were...Or completely shuned.
Just a visit? He didn't know if he entirely liked the idea of Dion staying for only a brief amount of time. Couldn't he spend forever with him? The very idea had him scowling on the inside. To depend so much on one person, who undoubtedly though him as another companion, was heavily unappealing. Finishing off the contents of his wine glass, Morpheus found his head already becoming foggy, and decided it best to ignore the sensation. "Will you come back to me after that?" He asked, part of him begging for an answer not to come in return. It was better for him not to know, regardless of whether a yes or no came.
This wretched dependency ate him up inside. A God of his caliber was not meant to feel the need to be around anyone, let alone value their opinion on certain matters. It was sickening to him almost...He had never needed anyone before, and the sudden onrush of needing Dion had startled him. Sure it had taken centuries for this to become evident, but in a world where time was never ending, this was a brief speck of minutes. [/color][/size][/sup]
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Kiss Me
Dec 22, 2007 16:56:58 GMT -5
Post by Hades//Dionysus on Dec 22, 2007 16:56:58 GMT -5
He just smiled innocently a few chuckles slipping out as well. It was fun to wake him up since h never did it in any particularly easy way. A splash of water, flare of pain. Whatever it took to get the job done since he really was just a terribly nice friend like that. "Perfect. Glad I could help." He laughed as he tried to help ease the pain he had cause by rubbing at the spot as well.
Well that was a rather depressing thought. That a someone more beautiful then Aphrodite herself had someone they may care for. Depressing until it dawned on him that he really didn't care. "So what? Aphrodite was married when everything happened between us and what mortal would turn down a god?" It was rhetorical since he could actually think of a few. Like Cassandra with Apollo. Oh how he had laughed over that one. Also there was the small fact that other people may be a bit more into monogamy than Aphrodite as well. A terrible thought, but a thought none the less.
He looked at the other, a rare emotion playing over his face. Certainly a serious Dionysus was not a good thing in most cases. It meant something had bothered him enough to ruin that near eternal happiness of his. And he wasn't even saying anything, just staring at the other. Getting to his knees, he moved so that they were face to face. He cupped Morpheus' face, shaking his head as he smiled. "You dolt, of course I'd come back. I'll even be around to help you keep Hades company when Perse leaves." A fairly large commitment to make with everything that was about to happen, but a few months was hardly any time at all for them.
And as awful as it may have seemed, he liked that Morpheus seemed to need him. And he had noticed that. Being constantly drunk didn't make him blind to something rather obvious. And it didn't come around often that someone need him for anything. In fact, it didn't happen at all. The only thing he was ever needed for was a good time and he gave that freely without thought. But since Morpheus wasn't exactly the partying type, his needs were different and unknown. And that made everything a bit more exciting.
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Kiss Me
Dec 22, 2007 21:12:22 GMT -5
Post by Hera&Morpheus on Dec 22, 2007 21:12:22 GMT -5
No one possessed the flair for waking him up quite like Dionysus. He went to amusing lengths; effective lengths. Pain, more useful than the others, brought out the sadist in him; never having let Dion know this, he did his best to remain outwardly untouched by the actions. "You've always had a magical touch. Pun intended." A weak smile showed briefly at his joke making attempt. Humor--ultimately something he lacked. All God's have faults, shun him if you must, but Morpheus and open jokes don't share the best relationship. The funniest part about the whole problem, that he could see; while he lacked the ability to crack a joke, his wit and sardonic humor didn't end.
Rolling his eyes, Morpheus didn't try to refute the God. What good would it serve him? The whole topic might end up rolling into a scarecly ending conversation tied around a topic they'd soon forget halfway through. "If they knew better..They would." Mortal and God relationships spawned cruel twists of fate that he would not wish onto anyone. As if the Fates indeed anticpated the growth of something between a God and someone who had a real life, a terrible curse automatically came. The mortal would die over time; a God could not prevent this..Nothing really could. And thus, Morpheus willingly failed to acknowledge those types of relations; entering one himself became unthinkable.
On impluse, rather than his mind working alongside his body, Morpheus leaned into Dion's touch, finding the soft palm comforting compared to the rough exterior of the surronding city. A comfort from home so to speak. Beloved, all that is harsh and difficult I want for myself, and all that is gentle and sweet for thee. More than anything, Morpheus would not forcefully rip the blonde from New York; even worse, stand around idly and wait for him to peacefully leave without complaint. He wanted forever..Not simply while Persephone fled from the arms of her husband to Demeter's over-protective grip. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled at the sight of you." That, or banish both of them altogether from the Underworld..The latter not appealing in the slightest.
All confidence which is not absolute and entire, is dangerous; there are few occasions where a man should either say eveything in his mind or conceal all; for how little you have revealed of your thoughts to a friend, you have already said too much if you think it not safe to make him privy to all particulars. Some people chose to just let their words fall where they may, but Morph, oh Morpheus, had long ago decided it best to not use words. The cluttered up one's thoughts, and forced a reply. With deliberate intent, he tilted his head to the side and pressed his lips to Dionysus' palm; a simple display of affection.
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Kiss Me
Dec 22, 2007 21:43:08 GMT -5
Post by Hades//Dionysus on Dec 22, 2007 21:43:08 GMT -5
Oh but Dionysus would always laugh at the pathetic jokes, finding amusement in the simple fact that Morpheus even bothered to try sometimes. The other immortals could say what they wanted, but there was something just something damn amusing about it, although that something might be the fact that he had more liquor in him shipment of kegs. "well, I'll try to put it to more use sometime then." After all, he wouldn't want to waste such a nice quality by not doing anything with it.
What was the reason to know better? It wasn't always such a tragedy when deities starting messing about with the lesser forms. And if he could just manage to dredge up a good experience of his own, he would argue that. Too bad he really couldn't manage it. His own wife had died, beautiful girl that she had been, as did a number of his past lovers. Whether by accident or not, it was rather inevitable. Feeling rather upset, he snuggled closer to Morpheus, wanting all those awful feelings of sadness to just go away. A strange thing since he normally would have just went back to drinking and partying to forget his troubles.
Who wouldn't be happy to see the young party god? He could put a little life back into the Underworld. Get Orpheus on the lyre, gather up a bunch of dead souls from the good old days. Maybe even slip Cerberus some wine, though the last time he had done that no one was especially pleased, especially his Uncle Hades. Perhaps there was a reason he had only ever been down there twice in his life? "Aw, he loves me dearly. After all, I'm his only nephew that's the god of wine." Which still wasn't saying much in his defense, but it did sound pretty damn nice in his head.
Somehow, the kiss didn't seem to shock him or have any real affect other than the fact that his smile became a bit larger if it was at all possible. Not even he could think of something to say to that, because he would have never in his life have suspected Morph to do something like that. Finally gaining some sort of thought back, he cupped the other's face with both hands, pressing his forehead against Morpheus'. "You are a very strange god, you know that?" He laughed before bestowing a brief kiss to the god's lips. None of this was new territory to him after all. Even the best of parties could take a person to new levels, force them to try things they never would sober. And this was something he would quite willingly do on any day.
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