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findyourwayout (findyourwayout) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2021-05-07 21:00:00

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ariadne, freyr

WHO: Ariadne and Freyr
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: The Museum of Modern Art
WHAT: You don’t remember me?
WARNINGS: TBD

Ariadne hadn’t been back to her flat since her meeting with Asterion, preferring to spend her time between work and Dionysus, Dionysus and study. She was fond of her flatmates, but they didn’t understand the goddess in her. What she’d told Tuck a couple of weeks ago was true; she’d been a little reluctant to step fully back into the words of the gods to start with, but now?

Now she was having a hard time remembering why she was reluctant. She’d spoken to her brother. She had a dancing date with Erato and Terpsichore and a bookish date with Clio and maybe she’d flirt a little more with the Friar later, so she was in such a good mood and wanted it to continue. Heading back to her flat to pretend to be someone else wasn’t just didn’t feel right, at least for now. She felt like she was shining, she didn't want to hide it.

On Saturday morning she woke well before Dionysus and pulled herself out of the tangle of sheets (and vines) to do a couple of hours reading before he woke up. When she’d joined him back in the bedroom later, all the curtains were open and the sun was pouring in over the bed and his body while he lazily swiped through Grindr. She leaned against his shoulder and gave her opinion on a few of the penises, then logged back in to tend her own Tindergarden before it withered away. She hadn’t opened it since she found him again, but hey, why not? It was hard to remember any inhibitions at all, lying next to Dion while his ankle distractedly stroked her leg.

She browsed through, replying to a few messages before one came in from a golden haired chiseled jaw that had caught her eye yesterday, and she couldn’t held the wide smile spreading across her face. Freyr! It had been an age since their commune broke up and they decided (a decision encouraged strongly by the feds) that it might be better to go their separate ways. Those had been good times, learning to fight from Freyja, getting her hands deep into the rich, fertile earth with Freyr, all of them surrounded by pleasures.

They’d had a good flirt yesterday and she’d found herself utterly delighted by the fact that he didn’t recognise her. It had been since the mid seventies, and most of her photos on Tinder looked like they’d been taken, y’know, two decades into the twenty first century, so she didn’t blame him. But she had to meet up with him again, face to face. She had to see the look on his handsome mug when he realised who she was.

When he suggested an art show she agreed profusely, pulled herself out of bed to find something to wear and said goodbye to Dionysus (‘suck a dick, baby!’) before heading out the door. She was practically skipping. Husband, brother, old friends, old lovers… she’d loved Baltimore, but New York was feeling very quickly like home.

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lordofgold
2021-05-07 10:53 am UTC (link)

Freyr had been feeling a little low when he first logged onto Tinder. Despite making a lovely new friend in Makaria, and Freyja being around every day, he was still feeling the urge to get out and meet people, to be social. He'd gone back to his garden, but despite the fact that everyone there acted like he'd never been gone, he didn't trust any of them to completely be who they said they were.

Not that random hookups on Tinder were any less likely to be frauds, but at least they weren't actively targeting him.

Talking to Harriet was nice. She was friendly and funny and they got on well, well enough that he'd suggested they meet at an art show rather than just as a bar. He wanted to expand his mind and catch up on things he might have missed staring at the same four walls and the endless nothing of Death for six months. His brain and body still needed to wake up.

So he left the house and messaged Freyja to say where he was going, leaving his clinic for yet another day, and headed off to Queens and the MoMA PS1 for something bright and shiny to dazzle him. And an art exhibition too. He found their pre-arranged meeting place and stopped there, looking around in curiosity, taking in the atmosphere.

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findyourwayout
2021-05-07 11:30 am UTC (link)

My bus is running just a little late she messaged him, only a few minutes away but still, she didn't want him to think she was ghosting him and leaving. Although then she'd have to chase him down and there was something rather appealing about that thought, as well. Hope you can handle another few moments of anticipation... She sent him a wink, too, smiling to herself as the queue of traffic slowly started moving again.

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	lordofgold 2021-05-07 11:42 am UTC (link)
	Possibly- I am all a-quiver with it! Freyr smiled to himself and found a railing to lean his elbows on, his phone held between his hands. What do you think of the sun today? Is it not a lovely day to be out and about? Even trapped on a bus! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

findyourwayout
2021-05-07 11:57 am UTC (link)

Freyr and his love for the sun, Ariadne grinned to hear it. It's beautiful, Ariadne typed as she moved down the aisle of the bus, having decided that it was going to be faster to get off at the next stop and trot around the corner than it would be to wait for the bus to try it. Why are we disappearing inside a gallery on a day like today again? Something about expanding horizons, am I right?

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	lordofgold 2021-05-07 12:20 pm UTC (link)
	I need brightness in every corner of me, he replied. I need to fill up my mind with new things. There is also an outdoor component to this exhibition, so that's something. Do you like exhibition? A slight innuendo there, if she could catch it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

findyourwayout
2021-05-07 12:57 pm UTC (link)

Oh you little horndog, Ariadne thought, biting her lip as she stepped out into the street. That's a spicy little question, she replied, falling into step around the back of a tour group. She could see him waiting, the little smile on his face tugging at her own, and tried to blend in as much as possible with the group so he wouldn't spot her approaching just yet. I think I'll let you quiver a little more in anticipation before I answer it.

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lordofgold
2021-05-07 01:11 pm UTC (link)

Ah- playing hard to get! Freyr chuckled softly, about to type further when he felt that little tug that indicated a fellow immortal. A little tiny shard of fear entered his heart (what if- what if-) and he glanced over his shoulder, looking around to see if he could place the source of it. There was a crowd of people and he examined them, and then looked the other way, searching for indications that anyone wasn't as they seemed- even though he knew there would be no actual tell-tale signs.

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findyourwayout
2021-05-07 01:23 pm UTC (link)

Ariadne wove between the crowd easily, this was almost like a dance itself, dodging out of the way before anyone knocked into her, pausing a moment to let one determined woman power past to get to the gallery's entrance before the others. She stepped out of the crowd, let her movement catch his eye, and smiled widely and warmly. "I was never very good at that game," she admitted. "I let the handsome ones find me too easily."

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	lordofgold 2021-05-07 01:52 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, it's you." Freyr exhaled softly in relief and then blinked at her- Harriet? Was that her real name? "Oh! It's you!" It had been so long since he'd last met anyone from the glory days, the way-back-when. Certainly the mortals who had been involved were getting on, but an immortal- what was her real name? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

findyourwayout
2021-05-07 02:08 pm UTC (link)

She noticed the moment of relief, the release of some kind of tension, and wondered at it, but it didn't seem the moment to ask. "It is me," she confirmed, spreading her arms like she was presenting herself tadaa! and then leaned back against the rail to talk to him. "A blast from the past. I think the feds have probably stopped paying attention to who we're associating with now, don't you?" she asked, and threw him a cheerful wink.

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	lordofgold 2021-05-08 08:07 am UTC (link)
	"If they are tracing me, they are keeping it extremely covert," Freyr replied with a sly smile. It had been a while since he'd last considered the commune, and the days in the sun, surrounded by like-minded people. But still, he couldn't remember her actual name... "So Harriet, is it now? A different choice than your old name." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

findyourwayout
2021-05-08 08:19 am UTC (link)

"People change," Ariadne said, narrowing her eyes in a curious little bit of suspicion, softened by the curve on her lips. She thought for sure he recognized her, but did he really remember? "Names change too. I liked being Journey back then, and I've liked being Harriet lately." Oh, throw the poor man a bone, she thought. "Though in the last couple of weeks I've felt like I've decided to surrender completely to being Ariadne again."

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lordofgold
2021-05-08 08:35 am UTC (link)

Oh, Journey- he remembered Journey, dancing in the sun, the fabric of her long pale linen dress catching the light and hinting at the shape of her legs, and Freyr reclining in the meadow, surrounded by wildflowers that dipped slightly in an idle summer breeze-

"It is wise to accept who you truly are," he said. She knew he was Freyr and not Harald, and he knew she was not a demon in disguise. At least, he was fairly certain. "We can be who we are today, I think."

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	findyourwayout 2021-05-08 08:57 am UTC (link)
	"I think so too," she agreed cheerily, and offered Freyr her arm. "Shall we go in and look at some art? If I'm remembering rightly-" she definitely was "-you were always fond of a little exhibition yourself." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lordofgold
2021-05-08 10:05 am UTC (link)

At that he laughed, and accepted her offer to accompany her into the museum. He was looking forward to seeing all the gaudy and weird sculptures and figures today. Maybe he would see the human body in a whole new way, as a creative, productive machine capable of limitless imagination.

And not as a collection of blood, fat and muscle that could barely hold it together against one small, sharp knife in the right place. But he was not thinking about that. He was not. He was thinking about reacquainting with Ariadne.

"So, it's been a while," he said as they bought their tickets and went in. "The world has changed as much as people have. Some things stay the same, though," and he winked at her, giving her a quick once-over.

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findyourwayout
2021-05-08 10:27 am UTC (link)

"You know what they say, 'the more things change...'" Ariadne winked back, giving a playful little curtsey in her short dark dress, covered in colourful birds and leaves. "I've certainly learned a few things over the last half a hundred years I'd be quite happy to share," she said, as they walked arm in arm. "How about you? What's new in the world of Freyr these days?"

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	lordofgold 2021-05-08 11:56 am UTC (link)
	"Everything," Freyr said, his tone a strange mix of feelings. But he gave her a hopeful smile. "We are alive, Ariadne, and that is what matters. My sister has moved to New York from Washington, I'm sure you remember Freyja with some fondness. She really has made such a change to my existence." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

findyourwayout
2021-05-08 12:12 pm UTC (link)

She tilted her head at the complexities behind that first word, and when she returned his smile it was with the understanding that something had happened there. But he was right, they were alive, alive to learn as many new things as they could, and to be reminded of things they'd forgotten, like: she really enjoyed the sound of her name in his accent. "Some fondness, are you kidding me? Do you know how many people I've taught to punch the way she taught me to punch? That woman's a legend," she said, and laughed at the mortal influence in her speech. "A whole host of them, actually."

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	lordofgold 2021-05-08 12:55 pm UTC (link)
	"Or how many people you've punched too, I imagine," Freyr laughed. "You are sweet. I haven't thought about those golden days in such a long time, but ah, we were happy, weren't we?" He didn't want to pass by the memory to quickly, but they were coming to the exhibit now, and it was awash with brightness and absurdity. "Oh my. Oh look at this." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

findyourwayout
2021-05-08 01:09 pm UTC (link)

"I haven't punched that many people," Ariadne protested, laughing back. The situation rarely came up where she'd had to punch her way out - there was usually a better way. Punching tended to escalate things in unpredictable ways, but practicing it? Fun.

As they stepped into the exhibition, she laughed again at the colours, spinning around in a slow circle and taking him with her as she did. "Oh yes," she said. "Oh, this makes me want to paint."

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lordofgold
2021-05-08 01:38 pm UTC (link)

"It makes me want to fuck," Freyr replied, looking at the strange female shapes. "Doesn't this make you want to hold the roundness of a body? Perhaps..." All of the curves seemed very tactile to him. He slid a hand over the curve of Ariadne's waist as they walked closer. "I'm glad to hear you still paint. For a while in the early 2000s I worked as a life model for an amateur night class. It was highly rewarding." In many ways.

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findyourwayout
2021-05-08 08:47 pm UTC (link)

Ariadne made an appreciative little hum at his hand on her waist (and his mention of fucking,) thinking that yes, tonight was going to be a lot of fun. "I'd like to paint you again," she said, looping her arm around his waist in return as they paused in front of a sculpture of a blue haired woman, crouched like a sphinx, or a house, with multicoloured floral breasts and a little golden crown. "Her hands make me want dessert... strawberries and cream before I slip inside."

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	lordofgold 2021-05-09 12:22 pm UTC (link)
	Something about slipping inside... Freyr nodded agreement and squeezed his hand lightly against her body. "You can paint me. So you still paint? It's good to keep hold of these things. I have a community garden that is just starting to burst with Spring colour. Perhaps you could some by sometime." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

findyourwayout
2021-05-09 10:36 pm UTC (link)

"That sounds like a little taste of the old days, I would love to come and play," she said, tilting her face up to smile at him. A community garden in Spring with Freyr sounded perfect. "I haven't painted for a few years, most of my free time has been spent studying for another Masters, but maybe I'll paint you like one of my French girls in your garden?" she grinned, and bumped her hip against his.

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lordofgold
2021-05-12 11:01 am UTC (link)

"I'm not sure how the Garden Association are going to take that, but I'm keen," Freyr replied with a laugh, and glanced sideways at her. She was so pretty and free, and he appreciated the break from everything. In a smooth movement, he used the arm about her waist to pull her in facing him, and used the other hand to lightly tip up her chin for a kiss. Ahh, how sweet her lips were...