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8. forehead kiss
absently places the palm of his hand on the other’s head, leaning down to press his lips to ganymede’s forehead. && then he’s off, walking down the marble corridors of olympus to another gathering of the gods.

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8. forehead kiss
absently places the palm of his hand on the other’s head, leaning down to press his lips to ganymede’s forehead. && then he’s off, walking down the marble corridors of olympus to another gathering of the gods.
IN-CHARACTER WORD ASSOCIATION
READ THE WORD THEN TYPE THE FIRST WORD THAT COMES TO YOUR CHARACTER’S MIND
Tagged by: @digitalartist, @condicionibus, @rovgefonce ( 💩 )
Rough: Sex
Hide: Chasing Nymphs
Foolish: Mortals
Sad: Prosymnus
Hate: Madness
Light: Sunlight in the forest
Dark: Hades
Mother: Semele
Father: Zeus
Child: Lamb
Marriage: Pathetic
Love: Oversought
Soft: Skin
Pet: Hair
Dream: Death
Divorce: Demeter
Water: Stream
Loud: Devotionals
Announcement: Gatherings of the Gods
Power: Blood
Fight: Lure
Smack: Hera
White: Wine
Sick: Semele
Kiss: Sex
Hug: Sex
Hurt: Passion
Happy: Drunk
Tagging: @ganxmede, @judgementiis, @underworldiisms, @ofhuntsandarrows, @fornaxa
He wordlessly settles down beside him, an open bottle of wine in hand, and a curtain of flowers threaded through his hair. He says nothing, only drinks, but by the heaviness of his eyes, he is clearly trying to drown something in that bottle.
Rarely did Ganymede drink without any sweet words, persuasive powers, or coaxing. The god watched him, watched as he placed the bottle against his ripe lips and tilted back his head, watched as his flower embellished hair pooled over his shoulder and eventually fell over his back. Dionysos was not one to judge a man for his fashion of drink-- however, that was one of the best bottles he had made.
“Take time to savor it.” He said cooly, reaching out and taking the bottle from his lips. He looked at it, at the broken wax seal; he remembered this one. “It’s one of my finest,” The redhead announced, as if to justify. “The ripest bushels, with rose water and lamb blood.” And with that, and how delicious it sounded, he took a sip himself.
❝ Ganymede ?? You shouldn’t be sleeping like this. Or your neck will hurt afterwards. ❞
ganxmede
@ganxmede
“Such a beauty, both you and this evening. It would be a shame indeed for us to come to blows on such a night of calm. What say you to a simple chat, in place of rushing bloodshed?”
@ganxmede
“You look awful.”
ganxmede
"Ganymede? Oh dear Fates--this is a surprise."