Who: Dionysus and Ariadne What: The jealous husband comes to visit his wife at Naxos after skipping away for a few weeks. When: Sunday night Where: Naxos Warnings: TBD
Something had snapped inside of Dionysus at his wife's attentions turned to another just like himself. Shakespeare was nothing but honey-tongued words and promises. A mortal replica of the wine god himself, except without power, without that darkness that hung closely to Dionysus at his lowest. The time before when Ariadne went missing, Dionysus felt aimless, wondered around with no direction. This time, his direction was clear and he was out to hurt others to revel in his own grievance.
The young couple he had caused to slay one another was not the first in his attacks. Though Hephaestus came in on his white horse and cane knocking the erratic Dionysus down a peg for a little while. The old cripple knew the younger, boisterous god well and what he was capable of. For a time Dionysus felt as if he were under the same surveillance as he had been in those horrid asylums. Dionysus was going crazy inside his own head this time, slowly, breaking away piece by piece into the scarier side of his darkness.
Hephaestus could only keep on watch for so long, and it was late enough that Naxos was still open. Ariadne should be closing up, Dionysus used this opportunity to slink out. He slipped into the back entrance down the ally just in time to catch a glimpse of that pretty blonde head.
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[info]mostholy 2011-10-16 09:13 pm (local) (link) Track This Ariadne had decided to ignore her husband's tantrum. He was acting the spoiled child who wasn't getting his treat and she refused to buckle to that. Olympians were hypocrites of the highest order, but she refused to stop seeing Will or to make him stop sending her flowers.
But it was all she let him do. Talk and give her flowers. She hadn't let him kiss her, nor was she even planning on sharing his bed. She'd never go that far. She was loyal in some aspects. And now her husband was hurting mortals just because he wasn't getting his way. It was foolish.
She'd long send Kyle away. She wouldn't let him hurt the boy she'd quasi adopted. She ran the place now, and it kept her busy enough to not have to deal with Dionysus and his antics.Now she sat behind the counter doing some minor bookkeeping. Naxos was doing good, especially in the economy and she was deciding how many of the good wines to send to the other Olympians. Keeping on their good side was a tactic she'd long learned. Having to deal with one temper tantrum was enough for her.
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-16 09:21 pm (local) (link) Track This Dionysus dealt with loss poorly. Partly in thanks to his hateful step-mother, partly because he'd let her. His first loss was by far the worst, that of a sweet youth he'd loved so much. He clung tightly to those that he wanted to keep within his realm. Ariadne would always be that shining star among the heavens.
The fear of losing her was not always a constant concern, but when Shakespeare entered the picture and she taunted Dionysus with those flowers and secret messages to the mortal poet, it was a threat. Would it be the same if Theseus came back? Would she do the same. Her heart was never his first, and that haunted the strange brunette.
When he did not see Kyle around he stepped in from corner where the darkness still loomed. He watched her selfishly while she worked. The way her curls fell against her shoulders, touching her cheek with their softness. She'd ignored him this long, as long as he had himself, and it hurt.
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[info]mostholy 2011-10-16 09:30 pm (local) (link) Track This She knew he had others so whenever he questioned her about Theseus she had to roll her eyes. Theseus was her first love, but she'd had a lot of time to reflect. She'd been so young when he'd whisked her away with his promises. He had answers to questions she could only ask him, but she no longer loved him. She'd grown up, and out of the hero worship she'd had for him.
Strangely she tended to know when Dionysus was near. She knew his energy, his light and his dark side, after so many years of having been besides him. With a frown she sat up and glanced around, "I know you're here. Go away. I do not want to talk to you until you stop hurting innocent people."
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-16 09:39 pm (local) (link) Track This She spoke like his queen, motherly in some respect. She cast him off with harsh words but he would have none of it.
The dark wine god continued to approach, not the usual bounce in his step, nor the smile on his face. He was still dark and buried under his own influence. Not nearly the happy drunk everyone expected. They forgot this side, but not her.
Crossing his arms, Dionysus leaned against the wall nearest to where she sat, still watching her but with a much darker brow. Was she expecting him to apologize for the madness he'd inflicted on others? "I have done nothing wrong, they gave themselves to me." When a mortal embraced Dionysus and his power in such ways, he could hardly refuse what their deepest emotions asked of him.
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[info]mostholy 2011-10-16 09:50 pm (local) (link) Track This She gave a very unladylike snort and looked to him. She'd been at several of his bacchanalians, seen him slip from one aspect of himself to the next and seen him inflict such madness in mortals that they drowned themselves in him to forget it all. And she accepted it.
Few, she imagined, really got that about her. How being his wife was more then some title he'd given her because she'd caught his eye.
"Oh please. They don't know what they're surrendering to Dionysus and you know it." Calmly she rose from her chair, holding his gaze firmly. "The mortals that came to the bacchanalians? They knew what they were getting into. They wanted it. They reveled in it. Those that did not come back, we let them rest under the ground. That's always been the case. These mortals don't know what you pull them into. Don't tell me this 'gave themselves to you' bullshit Dionysus."
She shook her head and closed the ledger, "your hurting them because you're realizing I can still draw eyes to me, that some men still look at my beauty and smile." She leveled her eyes to him, "and you're acting like a child because of it and what hurts me the most is that you don't trust me. You go off wandering, sleeping with gods knows who and indulging. I have always accepted that. It hurts me, it hurts my heart and my pride but I accept it. You are what you are."
With a fierce glare she slapped the ledger against his chest, "but don't ever dare to think I would betray my own honor to bed with another. And until you get that about me Dionysus, until you get I have every right to flirt with others, just as you do, then get the hell out of my bar."
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-16 10:04 pm (local) (link) Track This She was as proud as any Olympian, a true match to his wayward behavior. She did give him her loyalty, her utmost honesty, her heart, which had taken a long time to win over. Perhaps he was cautious because he had taken so many steps to prove his own true feelings, to reveal to her that he loved her above all others. No arrow wielding child of Aphrodite had plunged his heart with feelings, Dionysus himself had fallen for the beautiful girl. They were connected in more than just ways of the heart, or his lusts for her. She felt an outsider to her own family, Dionysus had always been that outsider. He was the last to take a seat on Olympus, one that had tossed Hestia off her own post, and the only half-mortal son of Zeus to do so.
"I've never doubted you, love," he spoke with a compassionate heart. "I worry for those that speak with the same honeyed words." Shakespeare would offer her the world, it was like looking at a mirrored reflection.
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[info]mostholy 2011-10-16 10:17 pm (local) (link) Track This Sighing she crossed her arms. He had still hurt people who didn't know what he was or what he represented. Willing mortals were a different matter. These had not been willing. All out of jealousy. She wouldn't point out how alike his step mother he was being. It wouldn't have any point.
"Could have fooled me. How often do you fret that if Theseus should grace these doors I'd leap into his arms and beg for him to take me?" then she rolled her eyes. "Dionysus I have been married to you for decades. One immortal poet really isn't going to sway my mind. I know the words he speaks are empty flattery, but I am a woman. It's nice to hear him go on about how pretty I am. I used to be courted by dozens. I have my vanity you know."
She gave him a long look, "nothing will come of it. Unlike you Olympians I feel no need to stray. But I like poems and flowers. It's as close to worship I'm going to get anymore." Sighing she sat down, "I'm fading Dionysus. So very few remember my name anymore. I just wanted to be reminded of what I once was."
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-16 10:29 pm (local) (link) Track This Part of the similarity was due to Hera's influence over him. Her bad deeds had tricked his mind, rocked him to the very core that even now he was loosely tied to her. There was an unstableness to Dionysus now that may have not been there had Hera not dug her hands into his life.
"He was the first to take your heart," his arm swung out into open air as he explained himself exasperated. She was a princess before, courted by many, and he had fallen to many a broken hearts just before finding her---as if fate had known just what both of them had needed.
He stepped forward reaching out to clasp her face between his hands. He needed to touch. "I whisked you away once," he said in a soft voice, "how do I know another couldn't do the same?" his voice broken to a delicate whisper.
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[info]mostholy 2011-10-16 10:36 pm (local) (link) Track This It was very typical of him only to hear what he wanted to hear. He exasperated her sometimes. A lot of the times.
She let him touch her for a moment before stepping aside. "Because I love you. Don't you understand that Dionysus? What I felt for Theseus was infatuation mixed with hero worship, mixed with a lot of lust. He wanted me for two things and through whatever means chose to leave me behind." She sighed and took her husbands hands, "now I choose to believe he didn't leave me to die. I choose to believe he knew I would find you. I have done a lot of growing up these past few months Dionysus, and I no longer love Theseus. If he comes back, he's free to do as he pleases. If he comes here I will treat him with the respect he's earned, but nothing more."
Gently she set the back of her fingers on Dionysus' cheek. "But I love you. I chose to marry you. I wasn't driven by any arrows. Besides, you gave me stars. No one else can do that. No one else can take my heart. I am yours Dionysus. I always have been."
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-17 07:45 pm (local) (link) Track This "Perhaps it is an Olympian's curse to be afraid of his love being whisked away. It took me so long to win you." He caught her hand with his as it lay against his cheek. Her soft words were just as delicate, strong in their meaning.
The dark aura around him had not died down, but it was lessened a little by her heartfelt reaction.
He took her hand away from his face, cupping it between both his hands, kissing the tops of her knuckles.
"I will always love you, my star," he whispered against them.
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[info]mostholy 2011-10-17 08:06 pm (local) (link) Track This "I know that," Smiling she pulled her hand away. "And it was not so long. You are immortal. Time was on your side. Dionysus, when you doubt anything just remember a simple fact. Theseus may have held sway over my young heart but I accepted immortality for you."
She set her hands on her lap, "I remember dying," she smiled, "India. You took me there. I remember the roar of the soldiers and then sweet peace. And then standing before Lord Hades, who smiled at me. He was very kind to me. He personally led me to the fields after letting me see my father. I was so proud of my father being a judge. He said I wouldn't be there long." She smiled to her husband, "and he was right. You came. I didn't have to follow you Dionysus. I was happy in the fields. I chose to leave that behind." She rose and took his hands, "remember that. I chose to taste ambrosia and become immortal. I chose to watch my boys grow old and pass on. I chose that for you. No one else."
She sighed, "but you still hurt mortals who didn't know." She released her hands. "You can't do that."
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-18 12:45 am (local) (link) Track This Ariadne was precious to him. He did not keep her a prisoner, give her broken promises, but he held on tight afraid that should he let go he'd lose another he cared for. There were others, there would always be others that he fell into with wily passion and love, but Ariadne was the light among all others, one he has pulled out of the depths of heartache, and his reward was her.
As the passionate and unpredictable god, Dionysus often times doted but did not hear in the ways he should. He was a self-absorbed Olympian and often times he became too wrapped up with his own sorrows, his own joys. His darling star was left behind, fading against his much brighter light.
He did remember that day, when her last breath drew and she became his forever. His heart broke that day, wondering if that feeling of loss would stay permanently. "I do remember," he whispered softly in that slightly naseled voice, "I felt my heart bleed until you returned to me.
Then her tone turned scolding and Dionysus didn't like it. "I needed to release energy," the problem was he drove people mad just to feed off their energy. It was hurtful, it was spiteful and he'd done it because of his obsessive love for her, that flame that would never die.
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[info]mostholy 2011-10-18 01:08 am (local) (link) Track This She gave him a stern look, the same she'd used on all of her sons when they had done something wrong. It had always worked. So far. "That's not an excuse I'm willing to take. You were being spiteful. Out of al your habits, that's the one I like the least."
To drive her point home she sighed, "it reminds me of what Hera does." She watched him and released his hand. "Think about it. You're hurting others because of what I'm doing. That's not fair to anyone." She folded her hands together, "what would your mother think? I met her you know, when you came to get me back. She's lovely. She'd spank you for this."
She half smiled before growing serious again, "you want to release energy? Hold a Bacchanalia. Find your nymphs. They know you, even when I'm cross with you. They can take it. Mortals who do not know you, you cannot hurt them. This isn't Olympus Dionysus. What if they took you away again? I was so worried when they put you in that asylum. Don't make me go through that again."
She turned aside, "I am still cross with you. Let go of that dark mood of yours and work on getting my favor back." She smiled at him, "I expect flowers, my Dionysus. Prove you can do better then some immortal poet." She figured he may like the challenge she was giving him.
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-18 06:23 pm (local) (link) Track This She threw him the curveball, telling him something he'd rather not hear. Hera was mean, spiteful and she took him at his lowest. Something he was doing to innocents, and unlike his step-mother he was compassionate. He feeder off positive energy and negativity only morphed him into something far more disgusting.
If he were thrown into the hands of mortals again he would not be released so soon. His star had faded with him and could he really allow thatto happen?
There was a small curve to his lips. "Just flowers my dear wife, could he do no better?" He had not brought her flowers, but her crown of stars was shining much more brightly at that moment in their night sky.
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[info]mostholy 2011-10-18 07:41 pm (local) (link) Track This She smiled at him, "well husband then outdo him. You're not getting my favor back by just giving me a smile this time." She set her hand on the book, "I've had to work a lot to keep this place going. I know you need it. I had to send Kyle home even. Even he doesn't know what exactly it is you are Dionysus, and I like him."
She picked up the book and got up from her chair, "I am going home, but not with you. I still love you Dionysus. I always will. I just don't like you a lot right now."
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) I LIVE! [info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-26 09:23 pm (local) (link) Track This "So you are here alone, then?" He felt no other immortal forces, no other human to feed off of. "You worry over the boy too much, I cherish him." Dionysus had more than once attempted to bed the boy, pasting his flirtations on with a seductive smile, still the charm had fell short as Ariadne had appeared not long after.
The curious smile faded at her instruction, mouth settling slightly parted. "Where will you go? It's cold outside," he slid in beside her, settling a soft, delicate hand to her cheek.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) YAY [info]mostholy 2011-10-26 09:30 pm (local) (link) Track This She motioned around, "unless they are invisible, yes I am alone. I closed up a few hours ago. We're doing pretty well for ourselves." She had a roof and meals. She wasn't about to complain. She smiled to the touch on her cheek and set her hand on his.
"What can I say husband? I have more charm. It helps I'm not trying to get into his pants either. He's in love, and not with you." She removed his hand, "and home. You know that place with the bed? A few blocks from here? You're not getting in my pants tonight either Dionysus. I'm still angry with you."
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-26 10:13 pm (local) (link) Track This "Love is a beautiful thing," his breath just a light breeze, hot and inviting against the her fingertips, like a brush upon a canvas. Soft, silky and with the artist's emotion, but she still stunted him. She wasn't surrendering to his advances which made him as determined as ever. Dark brows hoovered over his crystal eyes, envious that she would leave without him.
"Is my attention so unwanted?"
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[info]mostholy 2011-10-26 10:18 pm (local) (link) Track This She rolled her eyes and turned to him. "I never said they were unwanted, just that I'm upset you hurt mortals. And that you were being childish, so you're going to have to work for it."
"And yes love is beautiful so quit hitting on him. He isn't into men. You're going to have to learn to live with that." She smiled to him, "now I need a shower. I've been on my feet all day. You can walk me home."
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-10-28 01:43 pm (local) (link) Track This Though he was clearly put off that she still refuse, Dionysus was up for her challenge. He was going to let some lovesick poet beat him. The itch to hurt him snuck into his mind, but he would appease Ariadne for right now. If the idea festered, Dionysus could act.
He looped his arm around hers, escorting her to the door. He would even press for a goodnight kiss when they reached the door on this chilly autum night.