sonofshadow:

     ❝ Oh, I’m the god of wine and cleavage, I’m so hilarious ——
       YOU EITHER HELP ME OR CRAWL BACK TO YOUR STUPID,
       GLORIFIED TEMPLES! ❞ Thanatos was close to screaming, as
       his scythe was his safety blanket and the only artifact that meant
       anything to his profession. Frustration got the better of him as he
       desperately grabbed Dionysus’ jacket, hissing in his face while his
       eyes brewed a hellish red.

          Unfazed both by the yelling and the sudden
          a t t a c k, Dionysus’ grin only widened as he
          realized how pissed off && perhaps even upset
          the other was. More fun for me, he thought
          as he put his hands on the other’s arms and
          patted, his eyes meeting Thanatos’ as he cooed.

                   “Aw, you need my help?
                    Alright, alright. Do you
                    remember who took it?”