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In theory, he probably should have attempted to visit his family during that whole end of the world debacle, but honestly, the palace had been nice and he'd thought they would all be perfectly fine. Most of them had survived. Zagreus seemed to be taking it a little harder than Hayliel could have expected though. As they sat on the nephilim's couch, he let out a sigh. "Okay, but I did still buy you several things as an apology. It'll help a little bit, right? Maybe?"
Zagreus gave a small smile, "Hey, Hayliel?" He leaned forward, waiting for the seraphim to do the same. Then his smile vanished, "Fuck you." He should've expected it. All the immortals were the same. They had so much life to live, so much ahead of them, that they never thought of those who didn't have that kind of time. Things had changed for Zagreus, sure, but it wasn't like Hayliel would know anything about that. "I don't have what you have. My family is my mother and that's it. Then there was you, Sariel – that's all I have. And if you just think we're all good, then you're fucking delusional." He'd keep the bathrobe though, that one was nice.
Nettelia would have sent him away at the door were it not for the box in his hand; she could admit that she'd developed a weakness for the indulgences of this age. There was more wealth in a simple flat littered with bottom-rung electronic devices than in the grandest estates of her age. Nettelia had briefly lamented that of the great wonders she might have imagined for this world, in her wildest dreams, she never thought that there'd be an age that turned miraculous inventions into commodities that were commonly taken for granted.
"Offering accepted, you can come in. Just watch for trap doors. The acolytes of this age have a terrible sense of humor." Nettelia led the nephilim within, though the creature was far more than any common halfblooded, if he had come here for answers, then she could only give him disappointment.
Zagreus looked relieved when she took the pizza box, moving now to walk directly behind her. The last thing he needed was tripping and falling into a pile of snakes or something, so he took her warning without hesitation. "So I had something to ask you. And I know I'm not...a druid, and I'm kinda...I don't know. I didn't want to ask the seraphim, they have...weird advice." Sometimes they weren't all connected to reality, and that was fine, but he was trying to figure out what all of this meant for him. "I'm sure you know why I'm here anyway," he slowed to a stop, looking at Nettelia. "I was hoping you could tell me more."
"I wanted to see you, after everything." It's a simple statement, and she doesn't react to the exhaustion on his tone, because she– Well, she doesn't get it, but she understands that he went through far more than she can even imagine. "I have been shitty at that, and I am sorry. I can leave if you want, but– Well, I am glad that you are physically alright."
He looked at Sariel after a minute, pushing the door open a bit more so the seraphim could enter if she wanted to. He had been trying to get better at people just stopping by unannounced, knowing they were doing it out of love, but he was still ill prepared. Zagreus looked over his shoulder after a moment, "Sorry for the mess. I didn't know you were coming."
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@netteliax Location: Druid Pyramid so he can find Mr Miyagi (again)
If Nettelia said she was sick of seeing him, well, Zagreus would probably run away and cry. Either way, he was here, at the home of the druids, hoping that he could find some answers to what he wanted to know. His mother had told him something about ancestors, powers and fallen aasimar, but he wanted to see what Nettelia had to say. All about control, about how he could make sure that he didn't have another instant blackout. He'd missed her presence, and maybe he wanted to see how she was doing, "I brought pizza. Mostly because I wanted to say hi but also because...I thought it'd be cool to talk."
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The fallen seraphim were always more like family to him than the blessed had ever been. His mother was a fallen, she'd done everything to hide, to keep them both safe, back during a time where she felt like she couldn't be. So when fallen Seraphim found him, it was comforting. Sariel was the closest thing to a second mother he had, and now Atarniel had been one of the only ones during the entire fiasco that was the end. He remembered how his hair had turned white, how everything around him had swallowed his rage, and now he was just...another lost nephilim. "You didn't have to come by, I'm okay. I'll survive." He knew it was just in their nature, and he didn't dislike the company as much as he tried to. Being alone wasn't fun.
Zagreus had been the only one within the friend group that Kayce had relinquished his prior name to. And in that moment, he realized what a mistake it had been. Then again, if it was what the other needed to ease whatever was on his mind, Kayce would let it happen. So long as he didn't go spreading it around town. "Me? Cry?" There was shock in his voice, almost disbelief, for Kayce didn't cry. Well, so long as it wasn't Marley and Me, or A Dog's Journey. He hadn't even bothered with watching the sequels, because there was no way he was going to let anyone make him sit through that again. "You want to talk about it? Or... not talk about it, and find some kind of distraction?"
Zagreus gave his friend a mildly amused look, but only because he was polite. Kayce was a big cry baby, they all were, so the nephilim took the silence as a chance for him to pull it together. "I've been distracting myself. For months." He picked up the coin he'd been messing with, spinning it again on the desk to keep his hands busy, "My mom stopped by. I hadn't seen her in a while, but after everything that happened, she...had to come by and see me. Tried to get me to leave, but I stayed and now...I feel like I stayed just to be...I don't know. Here." He was always here for others, the first time he'd chosen to stay somewhere for himself. Now he had abilities that he couldn't figure out how to control, and immortality – terrifying.
@kaycebishop Location: the bottom's Shop
"Diesel Kayce Bishop Gaines, I don't need you to cry right now. It's my turn." Zagreus had to turn down the Oprah rerun on the tv, unable to stop from getting emotional. He was supposed to be strong, supposed to be angry, and instead, his depression had gotten worse. This was the first time he'd left his apartment in days, though most of it was because his nightmares seemed to be getting worse. His mother had even stopped by, sending Zagreus on a downward spiral that had him feeling eighteen again. Stuck on an island in Greece, forever moving from each one, never settling. Restlessness ran deep within him, and now immortality loomed. And all Kayce had to worry about was when he'd go to the gym next.
@hayliel Location: Zagreus' apartment
"You can't win me back with things this time." Zagreus had heard nothing from Hayliel all those years. Didn't even know if the seraphim was alive. The nephilim had been left behind by everyone, others had died, Ren had been possessed. Even now he had nightmares, thinking of Ren with a dead look in his eyes; Zagreus' mother's eyes burned from her head as she laid on the ground. "You were gone. Happy you survived or whatever."
"Yeah, same." He'd kind of figured that from the whole encounter. It'd been less of a "can I buy you a drink" kind of deal and more of a "I am clearly drinking alone to escape feelings too, do you want to bang" thing. He's done a lot more of this kind of thing lately, the hooking up. It's all nothing, it's not like he doesn't care, it's more that he's distracting himself by pleasing somebody else, like somehow that'll make it all better. If he can't make himself feel good, he can make somebody else feel something at least. Or maybe he's just tired of jerking off alone for the dopamine hit. "You wanna talk about it? I'm a good listener." And they don't know each other, not really. It'd be a free therapy session free of judgement.
"Not really." Zagreus was going to shut that down before he got any other stupid ideas. This was one of them, obviously, but he'd waited years for a moment that he didn't' get. Now he was depressed, and singled out by everyone he saw. The nephilim had immortality, he had something that others didn't, all because of what had happened. And what was he going to say to the witch? "I don't know what to say that doesn't make me sound insane. I'm in love with someone and I'm here with you, that makes me shitty. He dumped me and I feel guilty. Because I waited for fucking years. And then he uses the whole reason that I should hate him and he's not great. What the fuck."
Person: @xzagreusx Location: Rowan's place He's not the type to toss somebody out afterwards. Breakfast is a little far, but coffee is something he can do for sure. His flat above the shop is far nicer than it had been, on account of the all the spells that kept it tidier and he'd been a little less frugal as of late. The one thing that had always been a bit pricier in the place is his coffee maker because if Hazal was going to be giving him the good shit every week, he thought it was only fair to be able to brew a premium roast properly. Except he does make this guy Zagreus an iced coffee because that's simply the vibe he gets from him. "I can order breakfast if you want." Rowan points out as he sets the coffee down in front of the other man. "I'm not like, kicking you out or anything." God they both still seem so damn sad now that the post orgasm glow has gone to the wayside. That's what's left, just two people obviously going through it.
Zagreus didn't want small talk. He didn't want iced coffee, either, but who was he to deny the poor struggling witch? Wasn't going to be him. He was sipping the iced coffee now, wrapped up in a blanket. He'd waited fifteen years for these moments, and instead, he'd been dumped by his boyfriend. He'd waited fifteen years to be dumped. Little Zagreus, always tripping up at the end. He had been mortal and it had been fine; he couldn't even share the news that he was immortal with an immortal boyfriend because now he had no boyfriend. He had nothing but Rowan and that was something he wouldn't want to discuss. "I can leave. This is nice of you, though. The iced coffee. I'm just – shit company. I'm depressed. I was trying to feel something." He was at least honest.