#pantheonopen

[twinhuntress-blog]

on the town || open

The club was dim and hazy, the people were far too loud, and the ice in her drink was slowly melting- just the way Artemis like it. After the war, she'd stayed in Europe. She'd stayed among the broken, the stunted, the nations just starting to mend. The culture was booming, epsecially in Paris, where the artists of the time found themselves crowded into backroom clubs and private homes. They gravitated to each other, the shared experiences, the need for catharsis. They were the Lost Generation, and she was among them.

She brought no talent to the table, only criticisms and good conversation. Her brash attitude kept her in high esteem- she wouldn't let anyone brush her off. True, she was a woman, but she had a voice, and if they tried to quiet her, she would scream.

They all reminded her of her brother, the talent which seemed to exude from every pore on each person around her. Tonight she was amongst the best. Their voices swirled around her, strains of familiar tones carrying short bursts of conversation out of the general hum to where she was seated. She swirled her drink absentmindedly as she scanned the crowd around her.

The drink was more of a formality than anything- she couldn't get drunk, at least, not off of this watered down mortal rubbish (which brought up the question of just how much of it Dionysus had to drink to get as smashed as he did, but that was a thought for another time). She felt sturdier with something in her hand, and since it wouldn't be a pen or a brush, a drink would have to do to fit in around here.

Her eyes flitted across the crowd until they locked onto a figure across the crowded room. Of course she'd run into family eventually, but somehow she still was unprepared for the other godly presence. There was something nice about anonymity, about blending in with the mortals. Artemis knocked back the rest of her drink before standing up, hoping to blend with the mass of people around her. Maybe if she got out now she could avoid her family just a little bit longer. Maybe.

[immortalladydite-blog]

parisian days ;

It was so easy to change yourself in this modern day. All you had to do was slip on a wig, perhaps change the lilt of your voice, invest in a few pairs of contacts and before you could say mask, you were already wearing one. As a Goddess, it was even easier. Like turning tides and changing civilizations, becoming someone new was as easy as slipping on a glove. Like soft silk, it was effortless.  Today, Aphrodite stood tall, her kaleidoscope eyes veiled behind Gucci sunglasses and a black beret. She was the picture of elegance. The leather of her high waisted miniskirt was not comfortable as it chafed over her skin, but then, it wasn’t made to be. Her warpaint didn’t shine, but lingered matte over her pouting lips. 

However if another idle second passed by she’d pass simply contemplating to lick over it and would actually trace her tongue over the swell of deep plum staining her lips. 

Her train was late, and a moment more and she would become impatient. It had never been a strength of hers to wait.  “Oh, honestly.” 

[fillmycup-dionysus-blog]

Hungover Hellos || open

The god of wine let out a pitiful groan. It would be Dio’s luck to wake up in some junkie’s basement. From what they could recall, the night had truly been wild. A few shots of ambrosia to the veins before hitting up one club after another- They even managed to gather a small entourage. Between the pressed bodies and high spirits it had truly been intoxicating at the time for them. Too bad it had to end with smell of vomit and pits for a wake up call.

They rolled off the futon, pushing off an arm and and a leg. Picking up a shirt and their jeans and shoes as they went, they managed to make a bee line for the stairs. Sun light poured out the moment they pushed open the door, an even worse whine sneaking out of their throat. By the light shining through the windows it was a little past noon.

Dionysus sniffed distastefully, the throbbing in their head getting worse by the minute. They needed to make a mental note to chew out Apollo to cool it with the brightness once in awhile. Everybody knew it was summer, you don’t need to rub it into everyone’s face. Already with a snatched pair of sunglasses let by the door, they paused by the various bottles littered around the table. They snatched a wine cooler for their troubles.

“Waste not want not,” the god said with a shrug. It wasn’t like anyone else would really appreciate it at this hour anyway. With a quick gulp and a smack of lips they walked into the busy streets of Brooklyn. They city was well and truly alive as always, something Dionysus had always appreciated. The people minded their business and went their ways. Not a single person giving a damn about the drink in their hand as they went out to seek some diner for a quick hangover breakfast.

As the god strode through the busy streets someone caught their eye. Of all the thousands, if not millions of people to catch in a city like this, the least they expected to see was family. “Fancy seeing you in town,” Dionysus called out, taking a casual sip from the bottle as if it were mineral water. “ is it already time for family reunions or is it just my lucky day?”

[letshearitforthegoldenboy-blog]

ode to a nightingale || open

It was a good night- a strange thing to say for someone so tethered to the sun, but it was good all the same. His fingers ran over guitar strings, lips close to a microphone as he sang, sat up on a bar stool in a dimly lit cafe with not even a single lamp or candle trying to disguise what time of day it was. 

The stage was a small sort of thing- more a raised platform if you were being generous, and the cafe floor was cramped with a comfortable fullness of people. That was all he needed nowadays- it still felt a little odd to admit to himself, but there he was, a god tossed in among the men and the women, the snobbish hipsters, the college students and the girls who just wanted a cheap cup of coffee with some nice background noise. And he was content with it. He had to admit, as infuriating as his sister could be sometimes, she had been right to say the night did have its charms. 

Finishing his song with a slow and careful last few notes, he smiled, eyes turning away from his instrument and into the audience, captivated for only so long as the last C rang out in the room. Then the spell was broken and they had all returned to whatever they had been doing beforehand. 

He was done for the night.

He made quick work of getting off the stage, weaving through the crowd without really paying to any face in particular before sliding himself into one of the only remaining empty seats at the bar, itching for a cigarette but ordering a coffee instead. 

[hearth-andhestia-blog]

Hestia had frowned as she noted that the fireplace in the middle of the cafe was burning out - which was admittedly quite unusual, as she was sure most of the fireplaces of this century were lit by gas.  She tried to look around for someone who worked there, but they all seemed incredibly busy, so she decided to take it upon herself to keep the fire going.  All it needed was another log and a bit of attention, and it’d keep burning on as usual.  After she was content that it wouldn’t immediately burn out, Hestia looked up, and did a double take.

“What brings you here, of all places?”

[andhades-blog-blog]

welcome to new york (open)

Hades was in a foul mood.

This was not particularly unusual occurrence for Hades, especially in the springtime when his temper was notably shorter than during the winter it followed. (It wasn't a particularly unusual occurrence for Hades at any time of the year, if he were being honest with himself, but Hades had perfected the ability to do just the opposite. What was the point in being self aware when your life was this bleak?) But today he was feeling exceptionally irritable, for one reason or another that he didn’t care enough to pin down.

He’d fought with the furies. It was never a wise decision to invoke the wrath of the vengeful trio, and Hades had spent the better part of his lengthy, immortal existence attempting to avoid fighting with them, as much as possible. Which meant, of course, he’d been awash with guilt - and a healthy dose of fear - immediately afterwards. After a quick attempt at an apology that failed miserably - why was he expected to have interactions with others when his wife was not around to help him? - Hades decided that the safest place for him to be would be anywhere else.

Which was what had lead him here. New York City was the only place Hades ever wanted to be, besides his home. Especially here, in Times Square. There was constant movement, constant noise, constant technology and growth, encompassing everything that the modern world was about. No one spared a second glance at him unless they were costumed street performers wondering if they could get him to pony up a ten dollar tip for a picture with Mickey Mouse.

Hades stood at the center of the bustling crowd, head tilted back to watch an iPhone commercial on one of the big screens. It really was unfortunate he didn’t get service in the underworld.

[divinedemeter-blog]

there are always more springs ||open

With her face upturned after a morning spent in a heavily air conditioned building, the lady of the harvest takes a moment to delight in the sun's warm light. This immediately brings to mind the poor nymph that turned herself into a sunflower to follow the sun’s path through the sky. She racks her mind, trying to remember the name of the girl but it is to no avail. The years catch up with the gods too, and Demeter can hardly expect herself to remember the name of every single life that her family has touched. 

Regardless, Demeter takes a moment to remember the nameless girl. She will mourn her if no one else will.

But no. this is not the time for mourning. This is Spring, the best time of the year as far as Demeter’s concerned (Summer always races by and then her daughter is gone again, as quickly as she came). She’ll enjoy this sunlight and remember the poor sunflower girl some other time. 

Demeter opens her eyes and blinks, surprised she’s no longer alone.