Hermes (ever_mercurial) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2010-11-30 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | dionysus, hephaestus |
Who: Dionysus & Hephaestus
What: Don't think, just drink (Hey look, I'm being concise!)
When: Monday evening
Where: Naxos
Warnings: Drinking, of course. Everything else, TBD.
Note: Reposted as a favour
The last few days had been rather trying for Hephaestus. Now that Achilles was free of Hybris' influence, he could relax a little, but he was still rather tightly wound. He'd almost cancelled for the evening, but Thetis had insisted that they would be fine for one night, that Apollo was guarding them, though he'd told her it would only take one call to bring him back again. And so he'd wrapped himself up against the chill and made his way to Naxos.
It had been a long time since he'd had any of Dionysus' wine, but he remembered it being excellent. And then he didn't remember anything else after that. But after the whole Achilles debacle, he was just feeling worn out. Surely a glass or two of wine wouldn't hurt, as long as he didn't overdo it.
Reaching Naxos, he was glad to duck inside and leave the cold winter evening behind him. Removing his coat, he glanced around for Dionysus, and, not seeing him immediately, took a seat on one of the stools in front of the bar. He was a patient man. He could wait.
It was easy to pinpoint Dionysus when he did enter a room. His very presence was a wave of energy that could easily flat line the weakest of men.
There was a little bit of understanding between he and Hephaestus. Both men had been cast down, struck by Hera, unloved and uncared for. It seemed only right for the wine god to reach out to one of his own with joyful tiding.
He smiled as his eyes cut over to the brooding blacksmith, leaning his hip against the counter. "I almost thought you'd stand me up, big guy," he said in that sultry voice. Dionysus in every way was like his wine. Rich, intoxicating and intriguing. He could rope anyone in with his sweet tongue and eyes.
Hephaestus surveyed Dionysus from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, mouth quirked in amusement. Not at Dionysus, but rather, being in his presence already made him feel a bit more relaxed.
"Stand you up? Never," he said. "Especially if the wine and the company are as good as I recall."
Settling onto his stool, he glanced around the bar. "So, this is your bar?" he asked. "You seem to be doing quite well for yourself."
Dionysus slid up beside him, a hand on his shoulder and sliding down his arm, eyes almost gleaming with amusement. It was no lie that Dionysus was a flirt both with his fellow Olympians and those he ran into. He didn't see Hephaestus as any sort of intrigue in that way, but it was in his nature to play his tune.
"Little late then, handsome. I've been waiting all night. What took you so long?"
Dionysus smirked, taking a look around his brightly colored environment. "Doing well, why yes. My little star is here, of course." Dionysus may be a flirt and he may have had his thousands of consorts, but Ariadne was his pride and joy. She was the one girl he'd give the moon and stars for, so with her here he seemed to take on the roll of husband and making his new bar come together properly. Otherwise he'd have spent all his money. He wasn't very good at holding onto things for long, his interests were easily swayed.
"Well I am very sorry to have kept you waiting," Hephaestus said. "I had to make sure things were all settled before I could leave. But now I am here, and you have my undivided attention." Normally he would have shook off the sliding hand almost at once, but Dionysus was like this with everyone, and he didn't see the harm in it.
"I am glad to hear it," he replied. The 'little star' remark made him pause, until he remembered Dinonysus' wife, Ariadne. "Tell her hello for me, if you would. I trust she's doing well?"
"You should be," Dionysus said cozying up next to the much bigger Olympian with a laugh. He crossed one leg over the other as he sat on the bar stool beside his guest.
Snapping fingers at his mortal Kyle, Dionysus smiled sweetly for the boy to bring out the wine he had sitting specially in the back for Hephaestus. The tattooed boy complied and quickly stumbled heading towards the back room.
"She is now that she's returned to me." There was a slight hint of sourness on his voice at the comment. "She left for a few months without word, I wasn't very pleased," he leaned back against the bar. "She's coming around again." Much of Dionysus' relationship with Ariadne still hung off the fact that he wasn't her first and he should have been. There was a piece of her that even he couldn't snuggle up against.
"I shall endeavor not to do it again," Hephaestus replied, smiling in return.
"I'm glad, then," he said, hearing the sourness and wondering whether he should ask. Weighing both choices, he decided not to comment. It obviously wasn't one of Dionysus' favorite subjects, so why poke?
"It's good she's back," he said, setting for, hopefully, one of the more neutral things to say.
Searching for a way to continue to the conversation, he asked, "So, what have you been doing since the last time I saw you? Which was much too long ago, I have to admit."
"Good boy," he said patting the larger man on the leg. When Kyle came back around with the wine, Dionysus perked up pouring his guest a glass. "Best on the house, be sure you devour it slowly," he winked.
Dionysus was glad Hephaestus kept mum on the matter of Ariadne, there were few he broke out into deep conversations with over more heartfelt matters, and even then he wasn't drunk enough.
Dionysus tapped a finger to his chin, sucking his lips in, letting his tongue circle against them before puckering back up. "This cold weather is rather dry isn't it?" He started taking out a pot of gloss and glazing it along his lips. Much better.
He turned back to the forge master arm hanging on the side of the bar, facing him, eyes giddy with excitement to know how he would take the wine. "Around," he said waving his hand about. "Gambling, mingling with beautiful people, you know the drill. And how about you big boy?" he said with a nudge.
"Thank you," Hephaestus said, accepting the glass and taking a sip.
It hit him like a freight train, potent, sweet and intoxicating. No other wine would ever be able to compare, and it brought back memories of long ago, when he celebrated and smiled more freely. He could feel a warm kind of well-being spreading through his limbs, and his smile widened slightly.
"I hate the cold," Hephaestus said. "It seeps into my bones and makes me feel like an old man." He watched Dionysus touch up his gloss, bemused.
"That does sound exactly like you," he agreed, taking another sip. The feeling of warmth and well-being intensified. "As for me...I have been doing what I have always done. Make things, build things, craft things that really have no purpose, I just like the way they look."
It had been a while since Dionysus had gotten this Olympian under his overwhelming intoxication. If he could he'd be supplying Hephaestus with a glass every thirty minutes. Dionysus grinned wide at the big boy's expression, pleased with himself.
He slapped Hephaestus on the knee, "Oh your not old, big guy, just need a little fine tuning," he pursed his lips. "I can help with that."
"I've been playing husband for a little while, it's been a while since I've had her around." It wouldn't necessarily last, as Dionysus like many of his fellow Greeks had a difficult time in keeping their hands to themselves. He would however, for Ariadne wade around with her for as long as he felt needed.