❝ 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?”










