Aphrodite (aphrogenea) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-04-18 05:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | aphrodite, dionysus, eros |
WHO: Aphrodite & Eros, and then Dionysus
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WHAT: Collecting the crazy god.
WARNINGS: tba, probably nothing more than a not sane Dion.
It was early Monday morning when Aphrodite came knocking at her son's door to collect him. She hadn't called ahead but she knew that Eros would be pleased to hear her news, and that he'd also want to come with her.
She'd found Dionysus. She had all the necessary (fake) identifications from Hermes that would identify the two of them as Mr and Mrs Soterius and she was ready to go get him, but Eros wanted to be there. (The name she used was a cult title of his that referred to recovery from madness and Aphrodite had used it before for this very purpose. It entertained her.)
When Eros opened the door she smiled at him. "Dress, my lamb," she said and walked into the apartment. "We must be on our way."
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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-04-18 05:50 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Eros was still sleeping when Aphrodite came knocking on the door. Hedone was running around more that they had a guest trying to cook and entertain, though often times Ariadne kept to herself.
"You found him?" he said in a mumbled voice.
With sleepy eyes he'd greeted his mother before pulling on casual clothes and insisting they get coffee before they embarked on the adventure together. Otherwise he'd be useless and like the walking dead. The caffeine would give him a little buzz and keep him perky the rest of the day.
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[info]aphrogenea
2011-04-18 05:54 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
"I've found him," Aphrodite nodded as he made coffee for them both. She could certainly used some herself. (She didn't look as half-asleep as he did, but that was merely because was was the goddess of beauty. At all times she had to be a creature desirous and perfect.)
She ran a hand through Eros' hair, neatening it, and kissing his temple. "He's in a hospital up state."
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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-04-18 06:05 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Eros waved his mother's hand away as he took a few good swallows of coffee. He made a face before setting it down and pouring a mound of sugar and cream. He liked his coffee blond.
"How'd he..." Eros started, "I looked all over." There was a pout of a boy who felt as if in the end he'd failed his own mission. He was glad his mother had located Dionysus, but disappointed in himself for having overlooked the hospitals. Sometimes there were tasks too big for him to take, but it never stopped him from trying.
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[info]aphrogenea
2011-04-18 06:07 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
"Don't pout, child," Aphrodite told him, although there was no chiding in her tone, only motherly adoration. "The important thing is he's found. I've had to do this before now."
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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-04-18 06:02 pm UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
He finished his cup of coffee setting the mug down on the table. "Let's go then!" he puffed out his chest and held his head high even if deep down he was a little down on himself.
The Love God didn't get sad, he couldn't. Not in the face of his mother.
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[info]aphrogenea
2011-04-18 06:07 pm UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
It he'd pouted too long Aphrodite would have likely have paused their journey so she could coddle him properly. He was a grown man but still Aphrodite wanted to pull Eros into her lap and sing lullabies to him sometimes. He would always be her little boy, the one dearest to her heart despite the fury he could bring out of her at times. (It seemed that all of Aphrodite's greatest loves were the ones who could make her the angriest.)
They climbed into the car and Aphrodite drove them north and spoke of the last time she'd had to do this, her eyes occasionally leaving the road to meet his. It had been 1968 then and it had taken her months to find him.
When they finally arrived at the hospital, Aphrodite locked the car and straightened her skirt suit. "Are you ready, my lamb?" she asked, turning to look at her son.
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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-04-18 06:34 pm UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
He was anxious the closer they got to the hospital, like a kid when Aphrodite had put him to a task that he had to full-fill. When he was younger he was nervous, an excited nervous, but nervous nonetheless. This was that same feeling in the pit of his stomach. Aphrodite had told him stories before of the times she'd found Dionysus caged by the same mortal men he could drive sick with madness. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it sooner.
Taking hold of her hand as he got out of the car he made the first step forward ready to put on any show that she asked him to. "Ready!" he said triumphantly.
"What is it you want me to to do?" As much as he'd rebel against even his own mother, Eros was loyal to her.
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[info]aphrogenea
2011-04-18 06:58 pm UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Holding hands as they walked the two of them made a beautiful pair, and most would assume lovers far before they assumed mother and son. There was a gap between the ages they appeared, but not enough that Aphrodite should have such a mature son. Either way, when the two of them walked together, heads turned.
"You just stay next to me and look pretty," Aphrodite said. "We've come to collect my darling husband and your dear brother. But that second part isn't important," she said as she pushed open the door. "I have all the paperwork to be his wife."
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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-04-19 02:31 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Eros nodded fixing his shirt collar and looking every bit as beautiful as his mother. Following in behind her as she marched towards (more like sashayed) the desk, Eros tried to contain a grin looking as forlorn as he possibly could. He was worried, but with Aphrodite here there was no way Dionysus would still be in this hell hole by morning.
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[info]aphrogenea
2011-04-19 03:06 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
To the man behind the desk Aphrodite gave her name and details, explaining that she'd already talked to someone about this on the phone yesterday. After that it was a relatively simple matter of being led through.
She turned to Eros and said, "you wait for me. This will be better done alone." She and Dionysus had a history together that Eros was no part of.
She let one of the nurses lead her through to the room where her dear husband Dion Soterius was being housed and the nurse remained in the doorway with the keys in his hand, ready to do something if the patient got out of hand again.
Aphrodite crossed into the room without fear and crouched down beside the wine god. "I've come to take you home," she told him.
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[info]dipsomaniac
2011-04-19 03:44 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Eros' bottom lip poked out ready to stamp his feet in protest, but he did as his mother asked. She'd have a better grasp on how to handle Dion as Eros would just talk loud and shake him to snap out of whatever dark place the wine god was in.
In the room Dion was enclosed wrapped up in his own thoughts and staring at the wall blankly. His eyes were red, hair a matted mess (though the crew had taken it upon themselves to cut it short to keep him from ripping it out). He was left in that room for days without any outside interaction which slipped him into a very unforgiving place. Dionysus thrived and lived off the energy of others, and instead they had strapped him down to a chair and left him for hours at a time until he'd calmed down.
It wasn't the first time Aphrodite had seen him like this. It was during the 1920's when America's eighteenth Amendment to their Constitution forbade all trade in alcoholic beverages. The National Prohibition send Dionysus into a frenzy. For at least fourteen years the prohibition made him weak, kept alive by those lawbreakers and mortals that made liquor with their own means.
There was at least few other times that Aphrodite had had to rescue Dionysus from the clutches of men that did not fall to the whims of his charms and flipped his stability inside out.
His eyes were wide now, hands jerking under the straps as he heard her voice, but he wasn't right in his own mind enough to know who was there for him.
"He's having a good day it seems," the nurse said. "Are you sure you want to take him home now, just yesterday he tried to bite."
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[info]aphrogenea
2011-04-19 03:56 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Aphrodite turned to the man in the doorway and smiled at him, walking over to take his hand in hers. "Leave us," she told him, putting what power she had into those words. The nurse, as commanded, left.
Then Aphrodite returned to the side of her fellow Olympian and slipped back down to her knees. "Blessed Dionysus," she whispered in the tongue of Olympus long lost, her hand on his cheek. "Ivy-crowned son of Semele, bull-faced, begot from thunder, Bakkhos famed. Bassaros God, furious inspirer, bearer of the rod, by Gods revered. Wake again to this world, my love."
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[info]dipsomaniac
2011-04-19 04:07 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
There was hardly a change on his face but her touch felt like velvet against his own. The only touches he'd had since thrown in this room were that of 'controlling' him. Heavy hands, angry voices, needles with poison inside that made his mind a blank slate.
He closed his eyes as she spoke, feeling those words hit like a lover's whisper in his ear. Her voice was seductive, tantalizing, reminding him that there was something else within him than this angry place. His eye reopened, this time with the slightest sparkle.
He tilted his chin to the side like a cat staring at her for what felt like an eternity, letting her appearance wash over him.
He swallowed heavily, lips parting ever so slightly for the first time that day to speak. His voice felt rusty, but he called out her name in a delicate whisper in his Greek tongue.
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[info]aphrogenea
2011-04-19 04:33 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
"Yes, my love," she assured him and then undid his wrists.
Aphrodite's lips met his softly, and she was the taste of forest revels, of hours spent in nothing but indulgence, of rapture sweeping through darkness. The both of them were very similar, both the Olympians who ruled over pleasure. They had shared many nights together in their long lives, because no one else could give themselves over to divine rapture so well as Aphrodite and Dionysus.
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[info]dipsomaniac
2011-04-20 03:26 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Her lips were soft, so sweet like nectar. The smell of passion, sweat and the forest floor. His eyes closed at that touch feeling his restraints broken. His wrists were rubbed raw from the many times they'd tried keeping him down.
He grinned manically but he remembered however faintly where he was. He knew who was in front of him and how he wanted to taste her again once his feet were on the ground. Dionysus looked at her with reddened eyelids, those baby blues glistening.
"Take me home," he asked her sweetly. If he'd been able he would have said the words seductively, but right now that sweet wine inside was bitter and needed to be handled properly.
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[info]aphrogenea
2011-04-20 03:32 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Aphrodite smiled at him, glad to see him returning once more. She touched his cheek again, tender and affectionate, and then nodded.
There were forms to be filled out and lies to be told and Aphrodite dealt with them all, signing things with fake names and making promises about returns to medications that never never existed to start with. Finally though she had her arm wrapped around Dionysus' waist and was leading him back out to where Eros had been waiting.