#*seph

[dionysusxmp]

❝ no chance, no way! i won’t say it, no. ❞

“Oh, come on Seph! There must be someone on the island who’s caught your eye besides Hades. I mean, there are so many wonderfully attractive people here...” Dionysus tapered off with a bit of a dreamy look in his eyes, calling to mind the image of this god, that goddess, those demigods. Sometimes being a demigod-turned-accidentally-god had its perks. For instance, he generally seemed to get along with demigods more often or more deeply than other gods.

Sometimes he got a chance to know demigods real well. Some of them even before they met on the island.

But this was about Persephone, not him.

“I swear on Shakespeare I won’t tell a soul,” Dio went on, “pleeeease tell me?”

[dionysusxmp]

( ✉ → text ): it’s open season on liars and i’m hunting.

( txt to: flower power🌺🌸🌼 ): oooo count me in

( txt to: flower power🌺🌸🌼 ): who we huntin? who lied? what they do? share the DISH seph!!

[dionysusxmp]

❛ you keep saying you’re going to stop but you don’t ! ❜

“Sephy, wha’ can I sayyy!” The sun had barely gone down when Dionysus had begun his nightly ritual of heavy drinking. It usually didn’t take long for a drunken and perky Dionysus to leave his apartment in search of something a bit more fun than dancing around at home playing hairbrush-karaoke. This time he had run into Persephone, whom he found himself running into more and more often nowadays. That was fine with Dio; he generally got along with the goddess of spring.

That did not, however, mean that Dio was about to start taking her advice. Doubly so while he was already well-saturated with drink. “Maybe ya should try i’, drinkin’s good fer youuu!” It wouldn’t be long before he got to that point in the night when he would swear up and down that he would never drink again and then promptly pass out.