#convo:ari

[ikarosxtheoinos]

@aristondiakos​

“So,” Ikaros started as he inspected his brother closely, he had moved in and scrutinized the red marking on Ari’s neck before he withdrew. “when are we going to talk about that hickey. Hm?” Ikaros asked, as if he wouldn’t have recognized the evidence of intimacy that had been left behind. Luckily Ikaros had cornered his brother in the break room and now stood between him and the door, there was no hidden exit or backdoor for him to duck out of, it was just the two of them, and Ikaros would have his answers. “Who is he, and when am I going to meet him?”

[atlasxrose]

@aristondiakos​

​While he had been here many times to pick up Xander after hours, this crappy winery was apparently a haunt of one of his boyfriend’s few friends, the fury had not been here in the light of day since - well, in a long time anyways. There was a time when Atlas would visit Elias here, but, ever since their falling out over the shifter’s now deceased fiance, Atlas had little reason to come around. The thought was simple: get Xander a bottle of this shit wine he seemed to enjoy so much - and who said Atlas wasn’t thoughtful?

“Hi,” Atlas greeted, “are you new?” The human on the other side of the counter didn’t really look familiar to him at all, but he had nice bone structure, which the fury could always appreciate. Vaguely he thought maybe he recognized him from the masquerade, which made him wonder if perhaps his memories were in need of altering. Anastasia had put on quite the show, there was no reason why a human needed to be dragged into this.

[ikarosxtheoinos]

@aristondiakos​

How many days had he spent away from the villa at this point? He had lost count, but his avoidance was intentional, sometimes he would stumble home, trashed, and pass out on the couch, or in the guest room, or on the a patio chair. The trickster avoided their bed, avoided Lucian and Ela, his brother, too even. Instead he just drank and wallowed in his own self pity - it was something he was apparently very good at. Most days the kobalos wandered from one bar to another, inevitably ending up at the winery where he would pass out in his office or on one of the sofa’s. Occasionally face down in the orchard, last night was one such night. Ikaros heard one such familiar voice as he felt a chill run up his spine, numbness in his appendages, in the distance birds were crying, but the sun was now peaking above. 

Ikaros pulled himself up and looked around, he was in the orchard again, wet from morning dew, a nearly-empty bottle clutched firmly in hand. He turned towards the sound and saw Ari there, the tickster was grateful for him - his brother could run, well he could just do everything while Ikaros drank himself even stupider. With bloodshot eyes he looked more closely at his brother, then around. He tipped the wine to his lips and took a big swallow of the absolute swill. “What time is it?”

[emrexbasak]

@aristondiakos​

The reaper was not shaken easily, he hadn’t been at this gig for very long, but even in life, it was rare for anything to get to him. The girl, Phoibe. That was hard. If the others had not been there, Emre was sure that it would have been made that much harder: Beau, Ajax, Emre was grateful for them both. Somehow, despite their failings, they had become something akin to family. But something was wrong. Ever since they had shepherded her soul to the other side, an evil presence clung to the reaper - he felt ill where Emre generally felt nothing at all. Daunted, unfortunate, the spirit of death soon found that he could not pass over to the Underworld. Souls wandered to him, spirits from both within Corinth and without. He wanted to help them, to fulfill his duty, but he could not, something was preventing him from passing through the veil. 

A woman pleaded for him to take her to Charon, to give her the coin she rightly deserved, but he had nothing for her, nor could he do anything for the woman. “Leave me alone.” Emre muttered, perturbed, and frustrated. Another pulled at his jacket, “I said, go away!” The reaper shouted, uncharacteristically unhinged. He noticed someone staring at him and the spirit swallowed,

“Sorry... I didn’t sleep well?” Emre sounded like an idiot, he hated that. 

[officerpalmer]

It had been a rough day for Piper to say the least. There wasn’t much crime around town, normally her job was pretty calm. Today however the officer found herself chasing a shoplifter. She had managed to catch him but landed on her wrist weird. So here she was in the ER waiting to get it looked at even though it didn’t even hurt that bad. It was mandatory that she went to get it checked before returning to work. She could tell it wasn’t broken but it did cause her pain to move. The redhead sat on her phone sending some text to her friends while she waited. Though it was pretty hard to type with one hand. One of the people being Rory who she had grown close to in a short amount of time. She set her phone down when the doctor walked in. “Good afternoon.” She greeted them with a smile.

( @aribxu )

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arizonasky12 replied to your post:

Lock ‘em in a room with a box of cereal.

I might just do that.