Who: Olympias and Ariadne What: The wife and the devotee meet When: March 1st Where: Naxos Warnings: TBD
Sometimes, Dionysus was incredibly sweet. In his own, Olympian, way, but she'd long learned to see it for what it was. She'd asked him, simply, to stop and he'd let loose on Kyle. The boy was smiling more, and she had more help. The day at the spa had done wonders and she felt refreshed and relaxed. The latter was aided by the fact she'd shown her husband her thanks later on, but still. A weight was off her shoulders, at least for a little bit.
And that was where it counted.
So she smiled more and the regulars noticed. They'd long stopped asking what a young girl like her was doing running this place (or what tied her to the enigmatic man who often claimed her at his side) and she was fine with that. In their own way, they were praising her husband, and that mattered. It was enough. Their own little part of this new world. So she noticed the new figure instantly. Immortal and she could almost feel Dionysus on her. Not noticeable right away but Ariadne had spend decades with her husbands devotees. She could almost call them out now.
Her smile warmed, immortals who prayed to her husband always got special treatment, and she took out a glass and filled it with the rich wine she knew her husband saved for his favorites. "Welcome to Naxos." She grinned, "on the house."
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[info]stratonike 2012-03-01 12:30 pm UTC (link) Track This Olympias knew that Dionysus was in the city but as yet her attempts to make contact with him had proved fruitless. She couldn't hold that against him though. He was a God and although she'd become immortal with time, Olympias knew she was was still far lesser than he.
But knowing that he was there in New York and not serving him, it made Olympias feel like they was an empty place inside that nothing else could fill.
So she decided that she would go to the bar he owned and make her presence known. She would bow and re-pledge her allegiance to him, her only Lord, and if he then told her he had no interest in anything she had to offer she would leave. Olympias would do whatever Dionysus willed of her.
At the bar though it was a woman who greeted her, a blonde thing with the bright lights of immortality around her. Olympias inclined her head and took the offered wine. "Thank you," she told her and took a sip. It was strong and heady and tasted of a home long gone. When she put the glass down again she asked, "Is the Lord Dionysus here?"
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[info]mostholy 2012-03-01 12:40 pm UTC (link) Track This She knew it. The knowledge made her smile because she still had it. And then she wondered how wrong it would be to swap this immortal for the mortal under her wing. But this woman, she knew. She accepted the risks. All who danced with her husband, willingly, knew the risks of the double edged blade he was.
Ariadne often thought she was sometimes exempt, because when she said she was tired, needed sleep, he kissed her and let her.
But this was different. Smiling she shook her head, "not at the moment." she doubted he would be here, but then one could never predict with him. "Maybe later." She shrugged and studied the woman. She didn't know her.
"Who is calling for him? I'll tell him." She set her hands on the counter
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[info]stratonike 2012-03-01 12:58 pm UTC (link) Track This Olympias tried not to be disappointed that he wasn't there. Dionysus owned her nothing, after all.
"Olympias," she told the blonde. Oh, how she wanted to call herself queen right then. How she wanted to brag of her own former strengths and glories, but this was Dionysus' place and only here would she ever be humble. Before her Lord she was worthy only of the praise he chose to give her. (He'd given her a kingdom once, of that she was sure. She had been queen because of his influence. She had murdered an unfaithful husband and raised a hero and upheld an empire, all of which she was sure was at the very least helped along by her Lord.)
She took another sip of the wine. "May I ask who you are?" she said to the blonde. "Do you work for him often?" But her real question was are we sisters? Have we danced together in the frenzy of hit rites?
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[info]mostholy 2012-03-01 01:13 pm UTC (link) Track This She knew that name. And she'd been taught good manners by her parents so she dipped her head into a bow, like she'd been taught in her father's court. Enough to show respect to a Queen but not enough where her own rights as royalty wasn't diminished. "Lady Olympias, be honored in my home then."
She smiled and raised her yes, "you may. I am Ariadne, daughter of Minos and Pasiphae." Because this was a royal and good manners where her forte. "And wife to Dionysis." And she sighed, "often enough." She shrugged, "I look after everyone when they're done dancing." She was often seen seated calmly beside her husband, soothing or caressing him. "Or when the rites are done. Give water, help with hangovers. But I know of you." She grinned, "he likes you." She gave a wink, "I'll tell him. He's been in a mood so he's ignoring almost everyone. He's just started making up for ignoring me so you'll be on his list. I'll make sure of it."
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[info]stratonike 2012-03-03 11:43 am UTC (link) Track This "Lady Ariadne," Olympias said with a bowing of her own head to show respect for this, the chosen wife of her almighty lord. She had no loyalty to this goddess, but to disrespect Dionysus' love was something only an idiot would do. Olympias considered herself to be no idiot. "A pleasure meeting you."
Olympias felt pride race through her at he likes you because, really, who wouldn't feel wonderful in that knowledge? And she had been away so long. In Macedonia she had once writhed with serpents in the firelight, intoxicated on both wine and the magic of Dionysus. She had been a sister to nymphs and strangers, one of the cult maenad priestesses basking in his frenzied revelries.
She had left that life to marry and be a queen, but she'd never truly left those rites behind. They continued to be practiced in secret, in the darkest hours, whispering secrets to his serpents. "I am honoured that he remembers me. I was but one of many of his faithful." Olympia tilted her head slightly. "Is there any way I can help his mood, or," she added, "be of service to you in his absence?"
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[info]mostholy 2012-03-03 11:59 am UTC (link) Track This She blinked and tilted her head before smiling. "Not to me, no." She fell quiet for a moment as she thought. This woman she understood the risk and accepted it. The revelries were a part of her and she had promised to find someone for her husband. Not a menead nymph, no, but an immortal woman who was all too eager to please.
She doubted Dionysus outright remembered her, but Ariadne's goal was often to make people feel at ease and happy. "Something happened. I don't know what but he's...erratic. He's got a boy, not one of his or our sons but someone he favors, but the boy is mortal and untrained." Sighing she shook her head, "this boy is dear to me and knows nothing of the rites or the dangers. He's just tied to Dionysus and doesn't understand how. Trying to explain it to Dion is," she sighed and waved her hand, "he doesn't get it. He's being cruel for a purpose and I don't always like it when he does this. Too much of his father in him."
She smiled, "but you, you understand. I can call Dionysus, hope he answers, and get him here. Or I can contact him and tell him you're here. That he can do what he needs to with you. We haven't seen a Menead Nymph in ages, but you're a follower of his. It's close enough. What I'm saying is that he needs a good rite or two and you can take it. But I won't do this without your permission."
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[info]stratonike 2012-03-03 01:31 pm UTC (link) Track This There was a certain amount of jealousy that Olympias thought when Ariadne spoke of this 'boy', whoever he was. She'd been so distanced from this whole part of her life that anyone involved in it seemed so much luckier than she. But Ariadne was offering this life back to her. "It would be my pleasure to once again serve in his rites," Olympias told the goddess seriously.
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[info]mostholy 2012-03-04 09:28 am UTC (link) Track This "Good," she grinned, pleased by this. Dion would take it better, she hoped. She'd have him understand, explain it to him. With a smile she send him a message but she never knew if he'd get it or not. She'd let him know other ways.
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[info]stratonike 2012-03-05 03:04 pm UTC (link) Track This Olympias tried not to let herself get too excited at the idea of once again taking part in those ecstatic times. They were overwhelming and amazing and painful and Olympias had missed them like a limb. No, more than that, like the blood that pumped through her own veins.
She took a sip of the wine to calm herself and then drew out her business card, writing her home number on the back as well. "So you can contact me," she said, passing it over. "If he decides to trade in his mortal."