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@hercheroic
@adclescentia
Take you in, like the air, you're a nice surprise. Like a rose, full in bloom, I romanticize Only when i'm with you, colors they show trough Trust i speak the truth, darling i get weak when you. Ride or die with you Trust i speak the truth
dexdking:
𝓛𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓘𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻
𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼: 𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵
-♛- How on earth had he managed to get himself into this situation. One of his old university friends had come to Litochoro to do some sight seeing and partying. Of course he had been dragged along despite his endless complaints and had wound up in a bar he thought he would never see the inside of. It had taken mere moments for said friend to get bored of his company and disappear off into the crowd to flirt with some girl.
Around him there were plenty of men and women sitting at tables chattering away to each other. Music played loudly yet he could still manage to catch slithers of what they had been talking about - mostly it was flirting or show boating. It was an understatement to say he felt out of place, pushing himself into a corner booth to just watch the groups socialise and his friend? Well he figured he was long gone now.
A deep sigh was released as the glass was lifted to his lips. Maybe if he was drunk enough he would enjoy this. Or maybe he would just forget. Either way the drink vanished in mere moments before he looked up for the cocktail waitress.
“you’ll be waiting awhile,” dakota spoke up from his spot against the wall where he leaned, out of the way from the crowd, just near the booth where the solitary gentleman sat. his own glass in hand, empty save for the melted ice at the bottom, was proof that the cocktail waitress was failing at her duties. a finger tapped to the rythm of the music, loud and imposing, but a frown was firmly etched into kota’s features despite the upbeat vibe of the club.
still slouched against the wall, dakota’s eyes flickered over the scene in the booth. it didn’t seem like this was the usual crowd for someone like the other man - then again, kota tried not to make assumptions too quickly, especially when alcohol was involved. he was fairly tipsy already, 3 drinks in, on an empty stomach.
sighing, dakota set his glass on the ledge, and pushed himself from the wall to stand closer. “may i?” he asked, sliding into the other side of the booth before an answer could be given. “it’s too early to be this tired, yet here we are.”
dvinitytold
❛ well , of course , i want to be right , ❜ she says , as if it was inconceivable to her that people would want to be anything else other than that . she takes a look at him again and wonders if he doesn’t possess the same fire for being proven justified ——— there’s just something about her , she thinks : something inside of her that craves for order and justification and meaning . it’s why she herself loves the stories that the ancient greeks told themselves , why she was drawn to it like a moth to a flame : divine justice , the whims of the gods . it was easy to justify your actions when your whole existence is a justification , when you’re a god .
( and , okay , she has a god complex ——— who doesn’t ? )
❛ so you don’t like political correctness , then ? ❜ she asks ——— which , looking at him … it’s kinda typical . ❛ or do you just not believe in a black - and - white morality system , even with the gods in the myths ? ❜
snickering, dakota couldn’t help but feel a sense of kinmanship with her suddenly, despite the annoyance she’d caused him minutes earlier. finally, someone who could match his own god complex, the compelling drive to be right, the need for recognition of that fact. two bristly, kindred spirits, the two of them made in that moment -
not that either would ever admit it. too prideful to share in such a notion.
“i don’t like simplifications of complicated matters,” kota’s answer was matter of fact, as if he was sure his opinion would never sway. looking through his own past as a hero, heracles had done terrible things yet sowed great reward for his heroic deeds - could he as a person fall into a specific shade of black or white? “there are far more shades of gray than there is of white and black. trying to simplify the nature of gods, or humans, is an impossible feat.”
he gave her a closer look. “you look like someone who thinks they’ve got it all figured out, though.”
adclescentia
he wasn’t WRONG. many of heracles’s relationships ended poorly, with death involved. it was part of the reason luna jade found his story so tragic – YET, it ends with heracles becoming immortal and marrying a goddess. that wasn’t so bad, was it? luna jade almost pointed out that they don’t ALL end badly, but was taken aback at how he finished that sentence with he didn’t want that to happen here.
the beauty’s cheeks flushed pink and she giggle, “ really ? “ luna jade moved to stop floating on her back so she could look at dakota’s face, “ what DO you want to happen here ? “ she asked him.
for the most part, dakota was selective with who was awarded his time. it hadn’t always been this way. in college, after realizing how easily he could score with the ladies, there had been a time where he couldn’t care less who had his time, as long as there was always someone. now, he’d learned to be more careful with what he started. after yael, kota knew the dangers of beginning something he couldn’t finish -
yet now, caution was to the wind, and he couldn’t help but smile at her giggling. “i already told you,” kota’s answer was cryptic, but he took a step closed in the water. pushed a wet strand of hair from her face, behind her ear. “i want to know you. the cute girl from the library who loves greek myths as much as i do. you seem sweet... and i really like that.”
adclescentia
she watched with a soft smirk as he lowered his own body into the water, much SLOWER then she had. as he asked her what to name her in his phone, the very FIRST thing that came to her mind was hebe, heracles’s final wife. luna jade shook her head lightly, laying to float on her back in the water, “ i-i don’t know, heracles had MANY ladies in his life, you could choose any one of them. “ the beauty said. she wasn’t really sure which one she’d pick for herself, after all no matter whom she’d pick she’d be implying SOMETHING. and she didn’t want him to tease her about her choice, because she KNEW he would somehow.
“ – so you tell me, which do YOU pick ? “ she asked, curious which of heracles’s many loves he’d gravitate to.
after the disaster and painful end that his relationship with yael had brought him - the first real union he’d had as a mortal - dakota was far too careful to even allow his hopes up, or to picture any sort of “happy ending” that could he could achieve on earth. this is why, when she asked him to pick for her, kota was deliberately careful about ensuring his thoughts avoided his past life with hebe. this was no time and place for any of that.
“none of them,” dakota answered honestly, stopping his trek through the pool when he got closer to her, and kicked back to glide through the water leisurely. “they all ended badly -” usually with death involved, one way or another - “and i don’t want that to happen here.”
dvinitytold
she almost snaps from his characterisation of them as ‘ creepy murderers ’ , only stopping herself because , yeah , sure , she supposes she can see that ——— but there was plenty still to take from the two besides that tidbit . ❛ not feeling very generous towards them now , are you ? ❜ she asks . ❛ i just thought you’d be the type to act the hero ——— am i wrong with my assessment ? ❜
after all , there were only so many reasons people would like the greek myths , heroism and valour being two of them ——— and perhaps the most salient . after all , as sonya well knows , we all want to be protagonists in our own story .
❛ every part , hm ? ❜ she repeats . ❛ including all the bad bits like ——— oh , i don’t know ——— the murders and the violence , the rapes and the whole cronus devouring his son and said son overthrowing his dad’s entire generation ? ❜
“hmm, i think you just want to be right,” dakota teased as she pressed him, but he was firmly unwilling to open up about it. the last time he’d dare tell someone he felt connected to heracles, in a way that was more than just for fun - he’d been called a psychopath, and practically had his daughter taken away. even just in jest, kota was smarter now, and didn’t fess up to those sort of things.
that was the thing about being mortal - everything seemed so damn important. a death wasn’t just a blip on an endless timeline, like when you’re a god. hurting others isn’t as easy, and crimes matter. “well, yeah, the bad bits are bad, that’s for sure... but that’s kinda the point. even the villains you start to root for. they all do horrible things, right? but they all do good, heroic things too. the whole thing is a gray area and there is no political correctness, and that’s just the world. but yeah, the raping is pretty bad.”
goddessyael
it was hard to remember a time when the two of them weren’t at each other’s throats; when their nights would be filled with joy and laughter, poking fun at each other as the nights went on before they’d inevitably roll between the sheets. and then she got pregnant, which was mistake number one, but mistake number two was falling for the man himself in the end. how stupid of a decision that was. how uncalculated.
“i’m the mother of your child, dakota. not one of your side pieces. you make time.” she said coldly, nose scrunching slightly as she took in his appearance once again.
yael bit the inside of her cheek, attempting to prevent herself from completely bursting at the seams despite how much her insides were practically screaming for her to unload on him to her fullest potential. “i’m not sure how much more ‘human’ i can get, dakota. please explain it to me; i’d love to know,” her voice dripped with sarcasm, rolling her eyes annoyedly.
she glanced over to the banner in question, lips pressing in a tight line. “i won’t work with you? do you know how many times i’ve had to cancel my own plans, call up a sitter, just because you decided last minute that you couldn’t take her? for fuck’s sake, dakota, don’t act like i’m the bad guy here.” yael shook her head. “you’re welcome to come to my apartment to spend time with her, but i’m not letting you take her outside of the hours that we agreed to. unlike you, i can’t exactly switch my schedule around to my leisure.”
“oh, fuck off,” dakota’s hostility slipped at her accusation... side pieces. please, he’d made such a damn effort to be loyal the whole time they were dating. little difference that made, he now realized. part of him wished he’d cheated on her, since apparently it was just going to be accused of him either way.
it took all his power to stay calm while she spoke, hoping that if he just kept his mouth shut, head down, behaved.... then maybe, just maybe, she’d actually give him his way for once. of course that was a fairy tale, and kota couldn’t even feel surprised when she came back with a definite no to his request.
there she went again - taking things from him. restricting his happiness. dakota pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes before meeting her gaze again. “yael, c’mon, you can’t be serious. just let me have her, during the week, on my day off.”
forcing himself to swallow a painful bite of pride and meet her eyes, dakota gritted his teeth about the next word he was about to say. “please,” he finally added, though it damn near pained him, physically, to do so.
dvinitytold
the smile in his face is nothing but a challenge ——— and her being herself , she accepts it almost instantly , never one to back down and always in the manner of thinking that she’s right and always will be right . a childish stubbornness , perhaps , that she never really grew out of , but her profession has only encouraged this part of her and she’ll be damned if she gets it wrong .
so blue eyes survey the man besides her again , not disdainfully as she’s wont to do , but clearly ——— almost analytically . he’s told her that he likes the myths as they truly are , so that means he might actually relate to some minor god or figure that nobody with just a passing appreciation would .
she tries to temper her judgement of him , trying to look at him without the prejudice of their prior interactions : handsome guy , maybe even charming ? though she’s making wild guesses now ——— and guesswork is the recourse of the stupid .
❛ mhm , ❜ she says , slowly nodding as if she got it . ❛ achilles , maybe . ❜ then she pauses and regards him once again , head tilting to the side . ❛ or ——— perhaps jason ? ❜
a thrill raced up and down his spine as he waited, patiently, for her final verdict. though this was closer to a silly game than anything else, dakota was invested in the interaction. for once, he felt seen for what he truly was - or had be, or would be. of course, he knew she’d never believe the myths, not like he did, but... still. waiting for her answer had his heart skip a beat.
“ah, achilles,” kota replied, tone almost disappointed. the excitement faded, and he crashed back to reality. of course he wasn’t about to get recognized. “and jason. gods, do i really give off that sort of creepy murderer vibe?”
he laughed now, shaking his head at her guesses with a breezy grin. “you were wrong the whole time, anyway. it’s not about just one god, it’s just the whole thing i like. every part.”
dvinitytold
her interest can’t help but catch at the sound of the word empowering . she can’t help it ——— it’s a bit telling , and as she takes a look at him and his build , noting his cheeky confidence , she already knows he’s a dead ringer for one of the heroes .
( that or zeus , but that might actually be worse . )
always one to indulge in pedestrian psychological analysis ——— which , how can she not , when she has to ascertain if her clients are pulling a trick on her or what ——— she decides she might as well ask him for confirmation .
❛ and which one of them do you relate to ? ❜ she asks . ❛ since you said empowering and all that ——— which one of them caught your interest and , say , empowered you the most , hm ? ❜
there it was - a small warning bell, ringing in the back of dakota’s ears. without showing it outwardly, he reeled himself back in. though he often slipped up, kota had learned the hard way that most people found an obsession, much less an identity, in greek mythos odd and concerning.
a coy smile appears, and dakota leans back every so slightly to better regard her. then, he looked back out through the garden - it was full of goddesses, some strong and fearsome, others delicate and sensual. there would be nothing fitting for dakota’s likeness here, so he returned his gaze to the brunette beside him.
“mm. why don’t you guess?” he poised the statement as a challenge, eyebrows raising along with his jut as it jutted forward slightly.
natxeros
He glanced at her statue once more. Nate barely remembered the mythology of his own ancestors much less the classical mythology. There were none of the memories of Eros in his head. Nate nodded slowly. “The soul.” He said in wonder.
Nate frowned at the move. “We all scribble sometimes. There’s nothing to be worried about.” He raised his hands in surrender. “What is she the goddess of?” He asked, not helping but to notice the bow and arrow. Nate looked at him. “You described one of them as the personification of the soul-how is that boring?” Nate asked in a shocked tone.
It was a beginner’s curisoity, but Dakota knew that was how it all started. Once you began to tug at the strings of the mythos, it all would unravel and suck you in - even for just the regular mortals and humans, Kota had seen it before. Almost exciting, it felt, watching as this stranger found interest in Greek history.
“goddess of the hunt,” dakota recited confidently, the myth behind her as well known to him as his own birthday. “the very first feminist icon while simultaneously enforcing harmful sexist stereotypes about virginity,” he finished, giving the traditional tale a modern take. a smile brightened his features as he looked directly at the other man. “if you were to be a god of something, don’t tell me you’d want to pick the soul.”
adclescentia
luna jade sat up in an instant as she heard his voice. a slight blush across her cheeks as he sat down beside her, putting his feet into the water. “ you’re LATE. “ she told him, giving him a pointed look before her lips quirked into a smile. “ – but i’m glad you did show up. i was beginning to wonder. “ the beauty admitted with a slight shrug of her shoulders, putting her hair up in a messy bun before she pushed herself OFF the marble floor and into the illuminated pool.
she let herself sink down to the BOTTOM of the pool before coming back up, her brunette hair darkened by the waters as she brushed aside wispy strands from her face. “ i saw what you DID in my phone, “ the girl informed him with a giggle, “ it was cute. “
“time is but a concept,” dakota retorted easily, offering no form of apology or explanation - instead, just a soft smile. his eyes didn’t leave her as she teased, admiring the curve of the back of her neck as the brunette waves found their place up on her head. “you have such little faith - i’m hurt !” dakota called out as she dipped into the water, unsure if she heard his tease before sliding under the surface.
he’d nearly forgotten - the heracles joke he’d pulled. cute. yeah, he figured, guess it is. “oh, you caught on that was me, huh?” he smirked, tenderly letting his own body sink into the water, but kept his head above the surface as he walked towards her. “makes me wonder what i should call you, if i’m heracles.”
goddessyael
she stiffened slightly at the sudden aggression in his voice, knowing that she shouldn’t have been surprised by his so-called ‘temper tantrums’ at the seemingly smallest of things. there was never anything that yael could do that would please him, even despite the fact that it was all in the interest of their daughter – well, at least that’s what she told herself.
“i don’t remember you asking to see her,” she shot back, keeping her expression neutral besides the thick vein threatening to pop from her forehead. the last thing she wanted to do was make a scene, especially when she was in uniform. “besides, she doesn’t need to see you looking like such a god damn mess. when’s the last time you even showered, kota? your hair looks greasy enough to fry bacon with.”
a scoff escaped her lips when kota came out with his request, arms crossing instinctively. “oh, do you now?” she practically mocked, glad that she’d made the decision to leave aria at home. she didn’t need to see her parents fight. “you really are something else, you know that? half the time you skimp out on the days you are supposed to have her, and — what, now i’m supposed to roll over and just say ‘okay’ like it’s no big deal?’
yael shook her head. “absolutely fucking not. this arrangement is working out perfectly fine as it is.”
with a body like his - charm like his, dakota did sometimes forget the importance of maintaining that put together appearance. after long shifts in the security industry, washing his damn hair wasn’t always on the top of his priorities list, but now he regretted not looking his best for this little meeting.
of course yael would be difficult. dakota bit back a curse, and forced his voice to remind clipped, quiet, even, civil. “well, i had to fit into you schedule somehow. this is my shower time.”
“i-- no, goddamnit,” dakota blew out the air he’d been holding, realizing he’d started this all wrong. it was true, he been forced to miss the past couple of weekends, and it’d been increasingly difficult fitting everything on his plate.. but he was feeling the negatives affects of it already. he missed aria. “listen, and just be human for five minutes, please? gods.”
dakota pointed to one of the banners boasting of the annual winter festival coming up. “i’ve got to work - i’ll be busy for, like, two weekends in a row, and then i’ve got that big new years job. i’m just, what, not supposed to see her for the next month because you won’t work with me?”
dvinitytold
the confession makes her confused for a moment , never thinking for one moment that he’d continue the conversation but now that he had , she quite welcomed the change . the greek myths were always something of a comfort to her , for some unknown reason , which is why it’s almost with a certain fondness that she greets his answer , a soft smile on her face that is the closest to genuine she’s been throughout their whole interaction thus far .
❛ i know all about the greek myths , baby , ❜ she says in an almost sing - song kind of voice , her tone slightly husky . ❛ studied them in college ❜ ——— if she was her usual self , she’d even namedrop where she studied them exactly , but talking about her beloved greeks made her softer , much as she’s loath to deny that any part of her is still soft ——— ❛ and been interested ever since i was young for some unknown reason . ❜ she lets out a tinkle of a laugh . ❛ why did they catch your interest , though ? ❜
when kota had graduated from UCLA and took off for greece, everyone he knew was... confused, to put it lightly. his discovery of his true self at the tender age of 16 has sparked such passion in him for greek culture and history, and since arriving in litochoro 10 years ago, he’d all but memorized every myth written.
unknown interest - well, that he couldn’t relate with. “is that so?” dakota smiled, trying to keep the mischievous twist of his lips to a minimum.
“they always have,” a flippant reply, a half-assed shrug. it wasn’t like dakota could very well tell her the truth, now, could he? i’m heracles - and then he’d be locked in psych for mental illness. ah, the frustration of being divine and self-aware. “something about them... it’s empowering, relatable. intriguing. that’s why i moved here, to be surrounded by it all.”
not so much of a dumb jock now, eh? dakota almost smiled in triumph.
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@adclescentia
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adclescentia:
location: parthenon pool time: 8:10 pm status: closed for @hercheroic
clad in her LAVENDER bikini, luna jade laid on the marble edge of the pool, her legs dipped in it’s crystal blue waters. she SLOWLY kicked them back and forth, her eyes were focused on the ceiling as she WAITED for her date to show up. that is, if this was being considered a DATE. his wording yesterday had made the young beauty wonder if he was considering this to be a date or not, perhaps she was reading too much into it, she thought.
she had seen later that night that he had put his name in her phone as HERACLES and for a moment, she thought he was just trying to be funny. but then – she found it sweet. or she was reading too much into THAT as well. regardless of the truth, she kept it. she wouldn’t be able to forget who it REALLY was, after all.
though it was only ten minutes after eight, luna jade had gotten there ten minutes EARLY – but she didn’t mind waiting. getting there early had been her choice. she hated being even the slightest bit late and that was almost always her DOWNFALL because she would show up too early to everything.
the winter season caused the day to turn dark far too quick - the sun disappearing, and litochoro being cast in shades of gray. inside the renovated temple, the overhead lights had gone dim, leaving the pool mostly illuminated from under the water, shining and bright with a low tint. the entire room was cast in an almost ghostly glow with the light coming from the water.
in the entrance, dakota stood for a moment, watching her splash in the water oblivious to his presence - only for a moment. something about the moment was surreal... standing in the temple, still full of reminders of it’s rich past, when worshipers would come to celebrate the gods they’ve since forgotten. humanity - dakota’s acceptance of it was always a fickle thing, but being human... didn’t feel too bad, right then, in that moment, as he watched luna jade.
“boo,” dakota said softly as he came up behind her, making his foot falls louder intentionally in hopes not to startle her. his shirt had been tossed to the side already, and he eased himself beside her in just his swim trunks, feet dipping into the water.
