[pleasingthings]

You find clever ways of saying nothing.

Euripides’ The Bacchae

[ghxnina]

            She didn’t move as his head connected with hers, too accustomed to his near childish ways. Nike chuckled softly, agreeing with him. “But you’d be surprised how many I run into anyways!” Looking at him she arched an eyebrow, “Now since when did you have time to learn french?” She teased with a playful tone, after all Dionysus had always struck her as a god to have several irons in the fire. “Who says this isn’t a break, it’s quite relaxed.” His last sentence certainly didn’t come as a shock to the goddess, her demeanour not changing other than her lips twitching upwards. “I feel like you say that about every party you hold.” Nike chuckled once more before continuing. “Alright I’ll take a rain check then.”

[ariotingvine]

He scoffed at her question and had the gall to appear offended, as he shot her with a furrowed look. "I have all the time in the world, and the French have always loved me-- what with their running affair with wine and all. I've picked some up over the years." Aggravating pride aside, his elbows shift as they remain propped on the counter. It was a wonder he was still comfortable in the position. Truth be told, as much as he may have picked up, he only took to the using the language when it benefitted him. Such as luring those who were quickly enchanted by the romantic language into his bed. Dionysus could back up the claim it was the language of love with an unsurmountable amount of proof. His sudden string of laughter though all but agreed with the goddess' words. He was never one to outright deny the truth. "I try to make every party I throw unforgettable in some way or another. I'll hold you to that. But in light of my invitation-- it's only fair you gift me with something in return. It's been so long since we've seen one another." As he slowly stood up from his place on the counter and straightened up, a rueful grin made its way across his lips. He had high hopes he could earn himself a free pastry or the like from the working goddess. Peering at the counter, he tapped the sealed glass with his finger above a particularly scrumptious looking treat and eyed her mischievously. "This brownie right here.. it would go down exquisitely well with a glass of wine. Does the Olympus discount run here?"

[bacchicmischief-deactivated2016]

The kiss was a fatherly touch the goddess hardly ever felt but grately craved. It felt almost too wonderful against her brow; a soft shaky sigh spilled from her lips almost as if all the tension and sadness in her had been released from her like a low wave. Her fingers relaxed their hold and at the sight of the box she grew curious. She pulled her hands back, still snug in his embrace as she cautiously opened the box. Whatever was inside would be no substitute for him, but she was still moved by his own his own excitement. It seeped in from his flesh to hers causing Methe a small grin as her eyes then came to widen at the sight of what lay within the box. Her lips parted into a soft gasp and her fingers most cautiously ran over the delicate vines and sparkling leaves. The jewels were no joke and surely an art as they were so delicately embedded into the leaves. Her eyes sparkled almost as much as the jewels themselves as she looked up at him, misty eyed, “It’s very beautiful, papa. Will you help put it on me?” She asks before adding, “I always have trouble with this clasp.” She gestured toward the golden necklace she always wore. From it hung a beautiful and large vibrant green jewel that had been decorated with golden vines in the form of a pendant. It had been a gift from Hades, no doubt, for the jewel was made of souls which was why it shone so brightly. Gently, she gripped the length of her hair, twisted it and held it up from her neck as she turned around with one hand on the pendant so that when he unclasped it, it would not fall to the ground. 

[ariotingvine]

A vague tremor of excitement thrummed through the deity. SImilar to that of a child whom had made their first macaroni photograph frame for a parent. Dionysus had a constant string of immaturity distilled in his very bones-- the number of years didn't matter; it was a part of him and would let itself free whenever it chose. It made no difference whether the moment was opportune or not, though at the moment, it failed to bother him. His hands came to rest upon the delicate round of her shoulders as he watched the surprise cross over her softened features. A certain twang of satisfaction moved through him, reassured by her reaction that further provided for his immature smug. "Of course, let me--" His reply was quick and husked, the reveal of her pale neck as she pushed her dark hair up was token enough, he thought. His hands appeared unusually large and dark against the porcelain of her skin, but he made simple work of unclasping her necklace. The emerald that hung heavily from its end caught his attention, it had an immortal touch to it, that he was certain. Letting the gold chain slip from his fingers, he reached forward to grasp the ends of his silver necklace as he mused. "That was a beautiful necklace. I would apologize for removing it, but I'm far from apologetic." He knew it was selfish, the grin that twitched the corner of his mouth said enough, but all the same, he gently clasped the cool silver in his hands, carefully setting it around the gentle turn of her neck. Quietly drawing the ends of his fingers beneath the trail of silver ivy and jewels, he took to admiring the sight from where he stood. "Looks even better on you than I had imagined."

[kyuwolf-deactivated20141012]

As Dionysus pulls the box out of his pockets, Kyuhyun feels a sense of dread settle within the pit of his stomach. He eyes the bright red color, hoping that somehow Dionysus didn’t mean to give him a gift. Maybe he’d say that he’s kidding.. because to get a gift from his father, well, Kyuhyun isn’t entirely sure that he’s prepared for such a thing right now. But, Kyuhyun isn’t that lucky. He swallows a lump that he hadn’t even known was lodged in the middle of his throat and settled the wine bottle to prop in between his legs. With a deep sigh, Kyuhyun takes the box.

"You shouldn’t have, pops." Kyuhyun says without any humor. He turns the box several ways as he examines it, prolonging the inevitable. Slowly, the demigod opens up the box and as his eyes fall upon the ring, he bites his lip. For a good while he is silent, listening to Dionysus’ words. Yes, Kyuhyun knew the stories of Gevaudan. He kind of forgets to breathe as he stares and stares and stares. He wishes Dionysus wouldn’t of done this. This on and off father is killing him more than if Dionysus were to be completely shitty and absent. He almost prefers that idea.

Regardless of his thoughts, Kyuhyun dislodges the ring from the box with slightly shaky fingers. “Thanks,” he tries to sound nonchalant but his drunken shaky voice betrays him. Yes, Kyuhyun is the type of person to be more emotional while alcohol is coursing through his veins. He swallows again and pushes the ring on several fingers until he finds one and fits and leaves it there. However, despite his acceptance of the gift, he doesn’t look at his father. Instead, he pretends the box is really interesting.

[ariotingvine]

He waves off his son's words; the gift had nothing to do with whether or not he should have, but the mere fact he simply wanted to. He had been on the lookout for ring purchases of his own-- he'd always been partial to the things and had left his vast collection back on Olympus to his dismay. It made all the more sense for him to invest in new pieces than return to the mountaintop. So as he watches Kyuhyun reveal the ring hidden within, Dionysus has half the mind to laugh at himself for the ridiculous clench of nerves in his belly. It's a silly feeling to have, he knows, it wasn't as if he had suddenly proposed to the young man; but the silence that stretches is almost longer than the deity can stand.

He keeps himself from speaking anymore. Instead intently eyeing the ring and his son's fingers as they work around the jewel. As he watches it fail to fit the younger's digits, Dionysus silently curses himself for not doing something as easy as getting his size. Though he supposes that would've taken the spontaneity out of everything-- and if he was anything, he was impulsive.

"Don't mention it," The words are easier than in tone than the way the part from his tongue. With no box to fiddle with, he immediately forms a short stalk of vine between his fingers that he spins. It's a habit. Without his son's gaze to catch, he peers down at the porch then the steps, finishing off with the ivy stringing the bronze notches of his knuckles. "I saw it and immediately thought of you. I'm not sure how you feel about rings in the first place, but I hoped if anyone could appreciate it.. Finn might." He remembers the name of his son's wolf ego; he finds himself thinking about the matter more often than he intends-- between french vineyards and austrian orgies, he thought about it. 

[panxbansin]

Laughing at other’s comments he shook his head./ Well, my life was a bit of fucking mess… I died my friend… I died long long time ago and it took long thousand of ages before I came to be reborn. I lived in hell for a long time. /he smiled, nodding at his story./ But one of my nymph reborn me and here I am… I got this body as new me, and I was raising as a normal kid would… The worst part is that I don’t remember anything before my death… I know it from books. /he sighed and looked down./ It never annoyed me, but it does now. I don’t remember a lot of people and things and they aren’t treating me too good because of that - it just makes me drink much more than I had.

[ariotingvine]

['he felt the memory of his old sorrow shoot straight through his bones for a brief moment. he remembered it far too well, as it had come as a surprise to everyone, including himself. to hear of his best friend's death through a gaggle of nymphs who were incoherent and inconsolable had taken a toll on the deity. his grip never slackened around the younger as he gave up a slow nod, gaze intent, and ears piqued in growing curiousity. ] If you're to know only one thing about me, Pan, make sure it's this-- I'm incredibly ecstatic to see you. You're stuck with me. We have catching up to do, drinking to do.. I'll tell you everything I remember, but only if you're prepared. I have a lot of dirt on you even the books know nothing of. ['a grin eventually made its way onto his mouth as his mood gradually eased. in his happiness, he caught his companion's face in his tanned hands and pressed a friendly kiss to his brow-- he left a loud exaggerated smack with his lips, laughter spilling from his grin once he pulled back. ] I know of a place that serves splendid greek food this side of the ocean. I won't be taking no for an answer. ['and with that, he dragged the younger man onto the street, lugging him right and left towards the establishment he spoke of. dionysus was stubborn when he chose which was most times.]

[ghxnina]

"Aright good point actually." She rested her head now on both her hands, the grin still on her lips. He wasn’t mistaken, at olympus one would perhaps never once see the little goddess without her golden wreath placed gently a top her head. "Well Dionysus dear, it’s been quite a while since you last saw me you know? Last time swarming with demi’s around us too." Nike’s lips pursed slightly, why indeed had she even gone to work here and for what reason. "Perhaps I just need a breather, not to mention the smell of coffee is absolutely amazing don’t you agree?"

[ariotingvine]

As the goddess spoke, he nodded, grin twitching in the vague awareness that it indeed had been quite a while since he had last spoken to her. It near amused him to think their last meeting had been within the academy's walls. A short burst of laughter made his mouth loosen, leaning forward in amusement to bop his brow with the goddess'. The impact didn't hurt and it was childish at best. But he remained unbothered. "Bansin feels like centuries ago. There's a certain.. je ne sais quoi-- not being surrounded by so many demishits for hours on end." He failed to mention the fact that more often than not he was worse than the spawns. That could be left alone good and well. "I can understand a breather, but why work? If a break was what you wanted, all you needed to do was ask and I'd have invited you to my parties. You missed quite the orgy back on Nysa."  

[ariotingvine]

YOU SHITHEAD.

Heffy. You rang—

[ariotingvine]

crap·u·lous marked by intemperance especially in eating or drinking sick from excessive indulgence in liquor from Ancient Greek κραιπάλη (kraipalē, “intoxication, hangover”)

[ariotingvine]

▌roommate horror stories;— nx&dy.

[phxlomel-deactivated20150208]

Most people would be surprised to know that a male knows quite a lot about a show that was targeted for the female audience and was deemed ‘too girly’ to most guys. But if the guy was Dio, it would be a complete different story because he would not be Dio if he passes up the opportunity to watch high school girls in their uniforms going around fighting injustice after transforming into their even shorter outfits. So for him to say that Ares was more suited to be Sailor Mars, it just shows how long he bothered in keeping up with the show. “No surprise there because one of the many titles that Sailor Mars has are ‘Soldier of War’ and ‘Soldier of Flame and Passion.’ If anything, shouldn’t Serene be Sailor Moon? Because Sailor Moon’s name is Serenity and the guy who is Tuxedo Mask is called Endymion. I do not think the show would bother making a character based off a not well known goddess like me.” It was not that hard to see as to who the five main girls in the show were based off from.

"I did not imply that I had woes nor did I gave any indication earlier on, so no, I do not have woes." The one time she wants to sleep away everything until she forgets about it the next time she wakes up, and the guy wishes to be her personal counselor. He had done that before, back when they were all at that place that was called ‘home’ and there were every kind of new problem arising each other under Zeus’s rule. She did not have much options to go to when it came to talking to someone. There were the nymphs, sure, but they reminded her too much of Erebus and besides, Zeus enjoys finding his playthings in nymphs so sharing things about herself to them is out of the list. Her siblings were never around nor were they ever siblings to her. After all, the idea of herself and Gaia being all friendly like and sisterly when they stood for different things, was a disturbing idea itself, what more relying on each other to lessen the burdens they carry?

She could talk to the moon and while at most times, it would give her great comfort, sometimes it gets frustrating to see it only glowing in the night sky. And when those frustrations came to her, she would find herself next to Dio, staring at his collection of alcohol and allowing him to choose whichever one to have the both of them drunk. As long as it was able to make her forget. Even momentarily. And sure enough, she would forget each time she was with him. But at this moment in time, she just wants peace. And tranquility as she goes to the safe part of her mind that makes her happy, lifting her head up and placing the pillow over her head to block him out. 

Especially when he thought that it would be a good idea to bring in the accent and be that overrated doctor or psychiatrist whatever on the television screens. “First off, never refer to yourself as big papa. As long as you are around me. If you want to use that on any other person, go ahead but never use that on me. Secondly, I said I wanted rest. This is not giving me rest. And lastly.” She manages to grab the base of the bottle in time before she sits up, pulling it out of his grasp and shaking it in front of his eyes. “You do that one more time and you can say bye bye to your drink as it meets the wall. Wouldn’t want to waste your stash now, would you?”

[ariotingvine]

Dionysus is undeterred.

He knows good and well she means to rest, and that his obtrusive presence is by and large the last thing she wants to see. But the deity doesn't care all that much. He is intrigued and spouting off with the help of a wine bottle or two he had tucked under his belt. Though that wasn't to say it was really all that different from their usual dynamic. He could only assume that the goddess had prepared for nuisances of this nature when she had asked to stay at his place.

And he had welcomed her with open arms and a penchant for asking more often than was necessary about her school uniform with the skirt. Whether it was him or not, all the deity knew was that she had gotten around to wearing anything close to or above her knees since she'd temporarily moved in. The thought dismayed him at times, but he would quickly wave it away with a newfound focus on someone else's legs. Despite her words that go directly against his assumptions; he takes it for denial and grins as he takes a long needed swig from his dwindling bottle. Though he has lost count of how many he has drunk, he is relatively certain the number has yet to amount to anything above five. A reasonable number considering his staunch ability to hold drink.

"Say what you will, Nyx, but I have an ear for these sort of things. People's mouths are so much freer once they've had a drink-- how many problems do you think I've heard? Solved, no less--" Whether his drinking companions were immortal or otherwise, the habits failed to truly change. Alcohol wrought a vulnerability in people that many other things did not. And as a man who constantly found himself with drink; so did his company in need of an ear. Sometimes he would, sometimes he would not. It really just depended on his state of undress. His state of intoxication.

All the same, a frown makes its way across his features. He reaches to pull his bottle back from her threatening grip. A stubborn frown crinkles his brow, mouth tucked into a petulant pout now. "But I am a big papa.. people say so. Not quite my fault you want to go ahead and deny the truth. People who really want to sleep don't do so on the floor-- unless they're drunk, which you are not." Annoyance tinges his words as he keeps his side propped with an arm, the linoleum cool on his elbow. He makes a swipe for the bottle that is rightfully his, complaining as he does so. "What's the big idea? This how you thank the guy who let you into his place-- put the wine down and no one will get hurt. It didn't do anything to you.. it's got a family you know. Wife and kids. All in the cooler."

With a final heave ho, his fingers curl around the wine bottle unjustifiably taken hostage and he pulls it back towards his chest. Cradling it. He hums soothing words to the bottle's neck, sending her an immature glower while scrambling up from the kitchen floor. Defiantly taking a drink from the rim, he exhales in exaggeration, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. "Just you wait, sailor moon. One of these days you're going to want Dr. Dio solving all your problems but I won't be there. No way, Juno. Not for free at least. It's going to cost you next time."

[apolloser]

Apollo/Dio, 37. #i had to #i mean #do it for the vine!!

37:Youtube/Vine/Vimeo/video-based social media celebrity AU

"I’m not going to," he stated firmly, as if he hadn’t been saying the same thing for the past ten minutes. Maybe if he said it often enough, his idiot, drunkard little brother would finally get it — but that was a long shot. "I’m a med student, not a porn star."

"Might as well be," the younger of the two mumbled, before continuing to bounce on his older brother’s lap. "Come on, bro! It’s just for six seconds!”

"Six sexonds — I mean — seconds — is enough!" The dull thwack of an arrow head digging into a tree trunk made both look out the glass door towards their backyard long enough to spot Apollo’s twin sister. Their parents sure had a sense of humour, naming their children after Greek gods. "Do you see that tree, Dio? That tree is gonna be my ass."

"Won’t be the first time you had something up there."

Scoffing, Apollo stood up and pushed the younger male off his lap, making the teen land on the floor on his ass. “For the nth time, I am not gay!”

"Riiiiiight." 

But of course, the middle child (but only because Artemis was born first) could not resist his little brother, and ended up flicking Dio’s forehead. The yelp of pain was enough compensation, but that didn’t mean Apollo wouldn’t milk the boy of his allowance. “Alright, but you give me a hundred bucks for this.”

Which was why, a few minutes later, Apollo was standing on top of the roof in all his naked, tanned glory. “HEY ARTY!” he called out, fully aware that Dio was somewhere filming all of this with glee. “DO IT FOR THE VIIIIINE!” he yelled, backflipping off the rooftop and perfecting a landing — that is, a perfect one where his crotch was perfectly at his sister’s face. 

In a nearby bush, Dio howled with laughter as Artemis fell. Even Apollo laughed as he rolled off his now-infuriated sister, who spat and rubbed her tongue, clearly disgusted.

"I’M GOING TO MURDER YOU!" she screamed, reaching for her weapons of choice and aiming it at Apollo’s retreating backside.

"It was for the Vine! It was for the Vine!"

Not surprisingly, it became quite the sensation a few days later, the video managing to find itself on Artemis’ Tumblr dashboard — and earning Apollo another kick up his toned ass.

[kyuwolf-deactivated20141012]

At the mention of gifts, Kyuhyun wants to snort in response. However, instead he just swings his slightly reddened eyes up toward his father. He wonders what Dionysus could possibly want this time. What thread is the god clinging to? Does he think that he can just continue to walk in and out for the rest of Kyuhyun’s life and expect Kyuhyun to smile at him upon every return? It seems that perhaps his sister is this way, but he and Methe are like night and day when it comes to personality. More often than not Kyuhyun will not welcome his father with open arms so long as the god continues to be who he is.

"Gift, huh? This wine that you guarantee is stronger than mine?" The words are a slurred mess. Perhaps he is more drunk than he originally assessed himself to be. Even though he almost loses his grip and drops it, Kyuhyun manages to set down his own bottle. He nearly snatches the new one from the clutches of Dionysus and yanks the cork out of it with his lycan strength. Not a moment is wasted before he raises the neck to his lips and takes a very long taste.

"What exactly did you wanna see me about?" Kyuhyun wipes his lips with the back of his hand and glances around the porch. He doesn’t really want to keep his eyes on the Houdini in front of him.

[ariotingvine]

Unbothered by the speed in which his son wrenches the bottle from his grip, he merely stares. Following his jerky movements so clearly influenced by drink. Kyuhyun differs from the usual tension they share. It has to do with more than the deity's unannounced return; which he slowly realizes is not nearly as welcomed as he wants it to be. But it's what he deserves. He doesn't deserve much more-- he's yet to earn open arms, perhaps he never will. If it's anyone's fault, Dionysus knows it's his own. The way the younger drinks is more chug than sip, and if the deity finds himself concerned, he doesn't say as much. He knows he can handle his alcohol. It's the reason behind this quickening intoxication that worries the god. Instead of mentioning it though, he moves and lets himself lean against a portion of the porch; hand shoved into his pocket housing the tiny box. "Nothing in particular. I wanted to simply see you, ask how things were going." Mouth pursed, he gingerly removes the cartier emblemed ring box from his pants; the red stands out in his hand as he turns it in fingers.

"I brought you this." Noting how Kyuhyun's gaze never stays on him too long, he slides the box to the younger's side, settling it beside his previous bottle. Inside is a cartier tank ring, moonstone embedded in its center. He thought it was appropriate considering what he had recently learned. Perhaps he hoped his son would wear it, but he dissuades himself from thinking too far. "While in France, they told me about the beast of Gévaudan-- pesky business. Seems lycanthronpy isn't all too foreign over there, met plenty of people who had just as many things to say about it." His words are meandering, rambling at best. He doesn't take to silence all too well. 

[bacchicmischief-deactivated2016]

She had no room for anger— she’d missed him far too much to where the hatred and the irritation had broken away and melted into sorrow. 

            "Papa! Papa! I missed you."

In those moments she was a child again; her eyes strained with the threat of tears and her fingers curled so deeply into the fabrics he wore she was sure he could feel them curling into his skin as well. When he pulled from her she fought him, wanting nothing more than to be entirely enveloped in him. Had he not missed her in the ways she’d missed him? The thought haunted her enough to cause her bottom lip to quiver and her eyes to water as she lifted her gaze up to him, “It’s good to see you too.”

[ariotingvine]

The slips of her fingers bit through the fabric of his cotton shirt; the warmth of her skin sticking to his own against the open patch of his v neck. It didn't bother him. It served as a reminder that his unannounced comings and goings did in fact affect the ones around him. He had been made well aware over the years that those closest to him faced the consequences of his departures-- but the habit remained. Hands still attached to her back, his fingers flexed around the length of her spine as he eyed the glaze of moisture wavering in her gaze. Something akin to regret squeezed inside of his chest. "Don't look like that." He mused, voice softer than he meant. A fatherly instinct he lacked most days guided him as he pressed a kiss to her brow. "If you're to cry on me, only after I've shown you what I've brought." Voice tinged in tentative amusement, he brought between them, the blue box he'd kept in his grip. It contained a delicately formed arbre aux songes necklace the deity had come across during his dalliance in France. He knew it would suit his daughter's neck perfectly, and he pressed the box gently against her abdomen in indication it was for her. "Open it."

[ariotingvine]

For all my roleplay partners:

Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse. Your character has specific feelings, instincts, and desires, and if they want to do something, don’t hold them back. I want to roleplay with your muse in their entirety, the whole truth of your character, not a watered-down version. Never feel nervous — just let it happen as it happens, and it’ll all be great.

[ghxnina]

                   As her gaze rises up to the customer, a smile quickly tugs on her lips. How many times hadn’t she seen that grin of his, she wondered. And with a chuckle she mimicked him as well, leaning down on the counter. “My, my I’m not surprised you’d say that. Dionysus my dear, you haven’t changed in the slightest.” A soft chuckle escaped the little goddess lips, a few past memories replaying in her head.  ”I trust you’ve been doing well?” She grins, in fact happy to see an old friend present. They were few, yet very much appreciated in her eyes.

[ariotingvine]

"The day I ever change, is the very same day we can assume the world's come to an end, Nike." He exaggerated, but the reality was that his sentiments were much more sincere than they came across. It reassured him to know he hadn't changed; he was known for his consistently inappropriate behaviour. He meant for it to stay the same. Mirroring the goddess' grin, his own fell into a much more manageable size, continuing to prop himself comfortably on the counter as he laughed. "I have-- looks to me you've not been doing too shabby for yourself, as well. What're you doing in the coffee business? Almost couldn't recognize you without that wreath of yours."

[panxbansin]

Intae shivered at the sudden touch, feeling arm wrapping around his neck. He slid away and blinked taking a better look at the man./ What… /It took him quite awhile before he realized who that man can be and what is up with his attitude. He laughed at himself and shook his head./ Damn it, Dion, you got so old! You drink too much! I always was saying that! Even thought I was drinking same much… /he laughed and moved to hug the other in brotherhood hug./ It’s good to see you. There was nothing, but a warm feeling from the other, and Intae liked that… a lot! How are you doing?

[ariotingvine]

[‘he was unfazed by the younger'a accusations, instead flashing him a grin that widened to ridiculous proportions once he had seen his assumption to be correct. The joy brimming in the god of wine's gaze was sincere. It had been an unjustifiably long time since he had seen his friend-- now a younger looking man. ] I've done no such thing! Your vision's worsened through the years, huh? To be fair, if I'm not drinking I'm not truly living. ['returning the hug, he gave the other deity his most friendly of squeezes. if he attempted to break his back, it was accidental and made up of camaraderie as he let out a booming laugh. ] It is good to see you too, Pan. I've been well, few reasons to complain as of late-- what've you been up to all this time? I see you've got yourself a new body. Younger-looking than the last time we met.

[kyuwolf-deactivated20141012]

It’s during the unannounced travels of his father that Kyuhyun has taken to feeling more and more bitter about the thoughtless and inconsiderate god of wine. He’s long since accepted that his father will never be anything desirable but this last absence had brought upon a new feeling. Kyuhyun caught himself wishing on several occasions that Dionysus would just.. go away forever if he were going to keep going at all. He knows that it’s a thought born of bitterness and anger, but it’s still something that Kyuhyun cannot deny that he’s entertained.

He sits on the porch of the home he shares with someone he’s also been sharing a bed with. There’s a mostly empty bottle of unlabeled wine clutched in his hand and he looks like he is on his way to becoming drunk in the near future.

When he hears that familiar voice, Kyuhyun lifts his dark brown gaze up to land upon the grinning man. Oh, how he hates that inappropriate grin. Sometimes Kyuhyun wishes he could claw it right off of Dionysus’ face. Why did he have to show up now while he was grieving? Why did he have to show up when he and Finn were the most vulnerable?

"What do you want?" It’s all he can manage to practically slur.

[ariotingvine]

The familiar stench of fermented grapes reaches him before his son’s voice. His words are slurred, changed by what the god can only rightly assume is the wine bottle’s influence— Kyuhyun grips it like a man in need for much more than that. Something is off, aside from the near intoxication of the young man, he can feel it in the air. It differs from the usual stretch of tension between them. There is a heaviness that he hasn’t felt before. Not on his son at least.

It’s a weight he’s felt thrumming under his bones in the past— centuries ago. The grin on his face fades into a mere line that indicates nothing. “I mean to see you. I’ve returned bearing gifts.” If it’s any consolation goes unfinished in his head. He knows his lycan demigod son wouldn’t appreciate the words. Eyeing the drink in his hand, he slowly takes to glancing around the porch of a home he can only assume is his son’s. There’s a certain ease in the way in which Kyuhyun sets himself on the porch. A familiarity. He fingers the box in his pocket but leaves it be for the moment. Instead he centers his look on his son’s face, hoping to read the intoxicated expression for what lies beneath. Part of him wants to ask, but the other half knows he doesn’t deserve an answer. So instead the god forms a bottle within his hands and places it down by the younger’s side. “I can assure you this is stronger, Kyu.”

[bacchicmischief-deactivated2016]

His scent— of ripe grapes, earth, moist vines and blooms— brought forth every bittersweet memory they’d ever had. His partings and their reunitals— all of it. It had hit her like moving wall, almost knocking the breath out of her. Methe wasted no time— don’t leave again, please— as the fear of not reaching the door on time, the fear of it all being another dream drenched her. She ran to the door, the fruits on her lap scattering across the floor from the abrupt action. She flung it open, and looked upon him.

There he was.

Papa.

Her heart swelled and before she could let herself be consumed by the poison of her anger she flung herself into his arms. She hadn’t seen the box, or taken notice of its color. She’d only seen him and felt the need to confirm he wasn’t a dream.

[ariotingvine]

Her speed came as a surprise. As did the launch of her ever familiar body towards his own. The entranceway had smelt of pine, but with his daughter now suddenly entwined in his arms; all he could smell was the heady scent of oak and wine. The deity had expected anger; justified annoyance to pass from her lips and hold him away with her gaze. That was not to say he did not prefer this, as he very much did— and took rather easily to tightening his arms around her narrow back. The box pressed tight in his fingers but he could care less. He let his face bury itself among her wild tresses, hiding a grin and enjoying the gesture for a greedy moment.

It was far less than he deserved.

"Have I caught you in a good mood?" Eventually, he pulled back enough so as to manage a look down at her face. There was no change in her beauty or the untamed softness of her features. "It’s very nice to see you."