WHO: Ariadne and Dionysus WHEN: Thursday WHERE: Dionysus' place WHAT/WARNINGS: Mischief? Drunkenness'? Excess? Absolutely none of the above? All of this is TBA
In the study room she’d managed to snag in the university’s library, Ariadne was trying to concentrate on her work, and not the intriguing silence coming from her phone. She’d finished reviewing a classmate’s chapter in exchange for his review of hers, and was just writing up the email to send with it... but her eyes kept sliding sideways to her phone. She bounced her fingertips lightly on her keyboard, then gave in and reached for it, checking the sound in case it had managed to turn itself off, like it did sometimes. Nope, still on, and still nothing.
Dionysus had been messaging her for most of the day and then, just after lunch, he’d stopped. Radio silence. It was a little like when small children went silent, and you realised that last time you’d seen them they’d been dangerously near your car keys.
Only worse, because Ariadne wanted to be getting up to mischief with the car keys too.
She sent him a casual message when she stopped for a coffee, to no reply, and she’d tried to use it as an excuse to keep working. Great! No distractions!
But seriously… what was he up to?
Maybe she’d done enough writing today. Maybe she could head home a few hours early. As soon as the thought occurred to her, she couldn’t let it go. She wanted to go home and be with him, whatever he was doing, and after all, what was stopping her? What was keeping them apart right now? Actually nothing, that’s what! Ariadne smiled to herself for this bit of self indulgence and packed up her things.
Well, there were no emergency services parked outside his building when she got there. No one hanging out the windows or spilling out onto the street. Ariadne paused for a moment at the door, tracing the carved patterns of vines in the wood, the textures of them irresistible. She ran her thumb over a little satyr hiding in the shrubbery; it was like a charm, part of the ritual of coming over.
And then curiosity reeled her in, and pulled her inside. Ariadne closed the door behind her, called out “babe?” and let the familiar feel of him draw her toward him like a magnet.