antemulsion:

       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.

“dad?”

@deonusos

          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.

                    “Hello, dear.”