Dionysus Thyrsus

Hello, I am Dionysus, the twice-born son of Zeus and mortal Semele, and I am a proud alcoholic. "Τίποτα σε αυτόν τον κόσμο μπορεί να συγκριθεί με την όμορφη πίκρα του ένα ωραίο κόκκινο κρασί." Let us drink to our heart's content!

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         { ♔ }; "…. Leave."

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{❧}— "Leaving..."

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"Juice juice juice juice~" Anubis peeked out from a bush, glancing around for Dionysus as he searched for the 'juice' the other usually had with him. "Barabara?"

{❧}—Dionysus had been lost in his own little horticultural euphoria when suddenly the he was startled out of his daze by the ramblings of some kid concealed in the bushes. He let out a soft yelp, "dear Zeus--Don't--Don't do that again," he called out to the shillouette. "What do you need, kiddo?"

[eruuris]

ディオニュソス・テュルソス |  Dionysus Thyrsos, Greek God of Wine

[susxno]

       { ♔ }; “D-Don’t call me that, you weirdo! I thought blondie was bad, but you’re definitely worse!”

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{❧}—"At least I don't house crabs."

[susxno]

       { ♔ }; "Perhaps you should stop whispering in people’s ears!"

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{❧}—"Oh you look so pretty when you're mad, my little water nymph."

[susxno]

          { ♔ }; Okay, he may of been thrown off by the random whispering, but there’s no need to be an ass! "Oi! Don’t say rude shit when you were just saying shit like that earlier!" 

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{❧}—"Perhaps you should just quit being so uptight."

[susxno]

         { ♔ }; Cue the internal screaming, and an external yelp as well as he hurdled himself backwards, away from the Greek. Why must it always be him? "W-What are you talking about!? Are you insane?!"

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{❧}— Ouch! DeeDee had just been smacked in the arse with the metaphorical flogging tool that was rejection and it wasn't as erotic as he had initially hoped. "It was but a joke, my theatrical friend. I wouldn't touch you with a sixty-nine and a half meter pole."

[susxno]

       { ♔ }; “Surprisingly enough, your explanation has been the best I’ve gotten yet. Everything else was about weird things involving chocolate. I— I don’t want to hear about your juicy-juice either. The holiday still seems pretty damn pointless unless you’re in love.”

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{❧}— Dionysus placed his hand on Takeru's shoulder and leaned in to whisper softly into his ear, "of course we can still take advantage of the holiday...no strings attached."

[susxno]

         { ♔ }; Takeru’s just going to stare in disgust. "Really? That’s all this holiday is about? Disgusting. And I don’t want to know about your sex life!"

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{❧}— "Well," Dionysus smiled, "that isn't all it's about. Lovers also shower each other with candies, fancy little trinkets and beautiful handwritten letters about how they 'can't even compare to the beauty of Aphrodite.' It's as romantic as it is sexual and throw a little juicey-juice into the mix and you have yourself a fine little party."

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        { ♔ }; "Yo. Drunk. Do you know more about this Valentine’s Day shit?"

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{❧}— "Valentine's day? Oh, I thought you'd never ask! It's a Christian excuse for couples to get their groove on. And although it doesn't belong to me, it often seems to be one of my busiest days of the year."

[susxno]

           { ♔ }; The general attitude the god of the seas received from others in his holy land wasn’t quite one you’d consider generous. Quite frankly, he was hated. In a fit of rage, he had accidentally killed a goddess, and since then, no one had came to trust him. Not a single soul, with the exception with of his brother. So, it was time to head to the heavens of the Greeks to find Hades. Hades was well respected by the short god simply for the reason of being the god of the underworld. Yet, what he came to find didn’t seem like a place a god of the dead would be residing in. Too many plants, too much sunshine, and the god that was upon the throne within the depths of this place had one attribute that could make him easy to spot out. Bright red hair. That was enough for him to know just where he was. Except, it seemed like the other wasn’t quite sure who he was. Pale cheeks flushing a rosy red, his eyebrows lowered as he stomped further into the garden, “Oi! What the hell are you doing?! Hitting on a man like that… you drunk!” Arms folded over his chest, eyes narrowed in slits as he simply glared, “I was looking for Hades, but I guess I’m stuck here now!”

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{❧}--"What can I say? I'm always drunk and I always fancy beautiful people, and despite the horrible mug you sport, you have a nice enough body. I can honestly say, it does not compare to my usual crowd of pretty nymphs and the belligerent drunks they often attract," Dee laughed, turning away from the source of all his embarrassment. Perhaps if he didn't see the rouge, it wasn't honestly there. "You should feel blessed." Well, Takeru wasn't his most ideal drinking partner, however he was sure even that brat could bring a good party with the right amount of juice. It got so lonely up here after graduation, he almost missed the God squad--Er, and Yui too, of course. "Come," he gestured, "taste some of my divine nectar and I'm sure you won't be displeased--Say, did you mention Uncle Hades? I'm sure you are quite a few kilometers off. In any sense, welcome to Mount Olympus, a God's paradise." 

[poisoned-tongue]

"Does anybody happen to know where a nice winery would be?"

My favourite closed down.

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{❧} —"Well, then have I got a suggestion and a half for you. Have you heard of Budo no Oka? It's nothing to write home about, but it gets the job done and it's relatively near by. Care to go for a drink--Name's Dee, by the way,"

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{❧} --It wasn't a strange sight to witness the God of leisure and intoxication lounging about in his Garden of Paradise feasting upon a lunch of only the finest cheeses and meats money--Or perhaps in his case, godliness. could supply. It was doubtful that Dionysus would ever get tired of the generous acts of homage left for him by his loyal followers from down below. May their lands bare fine fruits. He had been perched atop his throne, enjoying a glass of homemade 'grape juice,' when he spotted a fare entity stood at the opposite end of his perfect vineyard. The figure had a herculean frame with slender hips and fine shoulders, quite delectable if he were to be quite honest. They did not seem to resemble the nymphs and harlots, who seemed to be his usual company. One could say they were almost God-like. "You may approach me, my beauty. Just like Prometheus stole our fire, you seem to have stolen my heart and brought warmth to my world," he called smugly, gesturing for the turquoise topped fellow to come closer. And as soon the figure began to approach, Dee realized what a terrible mistake he had made. It was none other than his old  butter-faced friend, Takeru Sucks-so. "Agh--What the hell are you doing here?" he questioned, as his face began turning a  bright rouge that could only be compared to the sweetest sour of all strawberry wines. "Thought I was rid of you millenniums ago!"

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

{❧} —“Not many things have the power to put me in a foul mood, however a quick drink and some time spent in my garden tends to do the trick.”