|Dionysus (eleuthereus) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-03-17 19:39:00
|Entry tags:||ariadne, dionysus|
Who: Dionysus and Ariadne
What: The worst fear he has has happened and now a spoiled Olympian has room to complain...
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Fussy Olympian
Dionysus could be a hypocrite when it served it's purpose. He had abandoned Ariadne during Eros' own little Mardi Gras party of arrows. When he returned to her bedside, it didn't matter that he had been tricked...but his star? It felt as if Eros had stabbed him through the heart with that arrow. Now he was bleeding from the inside out. He couldn't look at Ariadne the same, as if she could have fought those feelings when he didn't bother to himself.
Theseus had snuck his way in which had always been the Olympian's fear. Because what would stop him now? What would keep that bastard away now that he wiggled into the picture and had whisked her off her feet for a day? There was some underlying passion there, there would always be. Theseus was her first and now it had tainted their lives.
Dionysus didn't look like the bubbling boy drunk off his own aroma. He was hardened. His eyes were bloodshot and he'd been crying from the rage inside. He could rip Theseus into a million pieces with his bare hands, he was certain of it. When he looked at Ariadne he couldn't even form any words. It was starting to really break him down.