#convo:dorian

[diodorosxvidalis]

@dorianxagapetos​

What strength he had was a gift from Roman who’d visited him earlier that morning, when the striking young man opened the doorway of his home to let the witch inside. Dio couldn’t walk, but a wheelchair had been procured for him to get at least this far The witch shifted in his seat as tired limbs rolled him inside, Dio considered the power that came off of the man now, it was unlike anything he’d known before and quietly he found the strength to be hopeful still. Death’s door was approaching, his magic was long gone from him now and every passing hour Diodoros felt his strength leaving him once more. “Is it true?” Dio asked, referring to the text that Miri had sent around, “Are you really able to help me?”

[erosxoneiroi]

@dorianxagapetos​

There was no mistaking a face like that, it was Narcissus. The spirit had been one of the first to pine for the demigod but he’d been rejected just like both Echo and Ameinias soon after. Eros thought maybe a lesson could be learned if enough tragedy befell those that Narcissus denied, but apparently as beautiful as that skull was it was just as thick. Besides, Eros was young at the time and at the very least watching Ameinias fall on Narcissus’ sword had been hilarious.  In hindsight he should have done something to Narcissus as well, had the spirit known that all it would take was for the demigod to see his own reflection he’d have given him a polished shield for a dowry. “I thought you died-” Ørjan pointed out, “turned into a bush or something.”

[notsobrightlux]

"For God's sake why don't I wear my contacts..."