“Oh! You mean — oh. Sorry for not recognizing who you are, man, promise I didn’t mean to sound rude or anything — still kind of getting used to the whole god thing.”
“Nah, it’s alright. Like I said, it’s understandable. If you still don’t recall, I’m your brother. Well, half brother.”
“ good idea. and thank you, by the way. for that.”
a vague gesture towards the cigarette, and a smile, too wide, as a contrast. but he follows. surely, fresh air will make it easier to breathe. the flick of a light in the dark, and smoke on his lips now. smoke filling his naïve thoughts.
“No problem… Oh- Also, I didn’t catch your name.”
His grin widened as he took a long drag from the cigarette, leaning against the railing of the porch.
doe-eyes widen upon dulcet countenance, full lips dropping to s l i g h t part, (paint riddled ) fingertips CURLED idly in the h e m of his shirt. he KNOWS this presence, the soft w a r m t h of it, the gentle LULL, the sense of being LOVED and P R O T E C T E D that accompanied such a deity. zayden’s heart (thumps) loudly, he can’t q u i t e recall his LAST meeting with his father ( just that it had been wonderfully WELCOMING and quelling, as always. )slightly, a small stature turns, brows RAISED in slight wonderment.
The smile on his face only widened as his eyes met the boy’s, a pang of guilt hitting the god like every time he saw Zayden. It wasn’t anything he had done specifically, it was that he was never really around for him. Dionysus knew how important that was for mortals, how normal fathers were around. Nevertheless, he was forever glad that the boy didn’t hold it against him. Knowing it was always the best to focus on the moment, he held out his arms for a hug as he took a step forwards, letting out a laugh.
she gave a small flick of her wrist as her wand pointed toward a small pebble not too far from her feet. with a short and quick movement, it rose in the air and lingered, then hovered toward the gap between her and the boy. perhaps it wasn’t wise to show off her magic like that to someone she barely knew, but having just come of age, she was excited about the fact that she could do magic freely.
“ if i told you that, i’d have to kill you. “
His eyes followed the pebble, getting more curious with every move of hers. Leaning slightly forwards, he gave the girl one of his wide grins, meeting her eyes.
❝ Dionysus… Aye, I’ve heard of you, s- I mean, you’re Mr. Hermes half-brother, are you not? ❞ Eyes lingered on the ash drifting about the bottom of the glass ( little flecks of dull silver ). Her employer’s told her plenty about the boy next to her; they’re compatriots, two halves of a whole, or as Hermes had once so humorously purred, brothers from ‘nother mother. ❝ ‘m no one, just the maid. Reem. ❞
“Ah, you have heard of me then. And I disagree. You see, I’ve also heard of you, Reem.”
– There’s a pause, curiositydrapedupon his features as a crease between his brow. Perhaps it could be described more as confusion ? Brown eyes linger upon the stranger whom had, quite abruptly, started upon this line of conversation. It was certainly a UNIQUE way to introduce one’s self, unless he was a mere SALESMAN.
A grin never leaving his face, he motioned the bartender to bring two more of what he was drinking&& winked afterwards. Looking back at the stranger, the god posing as a human merely shrugged before replying.
“Wonderful question. Let’s call it a sixth sense.“
![m-l-rio:
“If there is no god of wine,
there is no love, no Aphrodite either,
nor other pleasure left to men
(Euripides, Bacchae [trans. William Arrowsmith])
Dionysus (detail), the British Musuem, 29 October 2015
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