❝ 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?”