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Bells (strangesecrets) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2013-11-24 17:51:00

Entry tags:

ariadne, semele

WHO: Semele & Ariadne
WHEN: Saturday, early evening
WHERE: Naxos
WHAT: Coming to check out the daughter-in-law
WARNINGS:

Semele couldn't remember if she'd ever met her daughter-in-law, the princess Ariadne. When Semele had been a goddess she had rarely spent time on Olympus, more attuned to the forests and fields where his nymphs ran. The goddess of frenzy felt out of place in the sharp columns and bright lights of the mountain, unless she was there to taunt Hera or make her continued presence known to Zeus.

But Semele thought now that she had reconnected with her son (in a strip club of all places), that she should come properly meet the love of his life. It interested her, this mortal girl who'd caught his eye. But maybe that was right: Semele had been a mortal girl herself, loved madly by a god. In a way Dionysus was just reenacting the love of his mother and father.

The bar was nice, mostly what she had expected, and she came walking in as she slipped off her leather jacket and headed to the bar. She scanned for which one was Ariadne and when her eyes locked on those of the blonde woman, there was a moment of recognition. Semele nodded her greeting to the girl.

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strangesecrets
2013-12-06 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Semele thought they were all making the things overly complicated themselves. They clearly just needed to relax a little. But she wanted to be helpful... or something close to it. "How about we go out? Close up the bar and we'll go dancing!" From her pocket she pulled out a little baggie of white powder. "I've got coke!"

The idea that Ariadne couldn't just close her own bar at a moment's notice on a Saturday night and shoot off to do drugs in the backroom of some deafening club was completely lost on Semele.

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	drowningingrace 2013-12-06 11:13 pm UTC (link)
	It wasn't exactly uncommon. Semele was a Menead, and she understood how those worked. It was a kind gesture, in it's own way. "I can't. I need to keep the place open. Also I don't do drugs." She shrugged, "Besides the obvious wine one. I prefer a clean head. I do appreciate the offer though." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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