Chaz Woods / Dionysus (acratophorus) wrote in metem_log, @ 2013-06-29 01:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event 11, ariadne, dionysus, frigg |
Characters: Dionysus and figments of his imagination, open to rescuers
Date/Time: Midsummer 2013
Location: Faerie
Rating: R at least
Warnings: Liquor, nudity, profanity, sexuality, possible violence
Summary: The Wine God falls into a trap set perfectly for him. Absolutely no one is surprised.
Dionysus decided that he rather liked Faerie, on the whole.
He'd strode through the gate, full of anger and purpose, Ariadne close behind him. But passing through the portal, everything-- changed, and he found himself back in his true form. It was like falling into a mountain stream after being locked inside a coffin for a year. And he felt his own anger being washed away, flowing off and lost forever.
He gave a long jolly laugh, luxuriating in his own energy and the feel of the leopard-skin skirt that barely hung on his hips. Looking around, he saw that Ariadne was nowhere to be found-- but this was hardly a critical problem, he thought; she was bound to be around somewhere.
As he walked, the very air seemed to be pink and fluffy; he felt like he'd just had some drinks and they were just starting to hit. Everything felt warm and comfortable, like he'd finally found the place where he belonged all along. Feeling an unexpected weight in his right hand, he looked down; to his happy surprise, he found he was holding a brimming golden goblet of wine. He raised it and drank, not caring how much of it was spilling down his bare torso, and he was only slightly surprised to find out that the goblet fillet itself again right after he'd emptied it.
"That looks good," purred a voice from behind him. Turning around, he saw Erato, lounging back on a low bed that seemed to be made from frozen clouds; she was wearing a very thin white toga-like robe, and it was plainly obvious that she was wearing nothing else at all. Ariadne lounged beside her, dressed in the same style of filmy garment, only hers was black. The two of them were in each others' arms, and Ariadne was nuzzling at Erato's neck.
Dionysus grinned, emptied the goblet into his mouth again, and lazily walked toward the bed, his own erection plainly showing under his skirt. Yeah, he thought, he could stay here forever.