Elton Nius (tempertantrum) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-04-11 13:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | apollo, david wood, dionysus, elton nius |
Who: D & Apollo
What: Scrying for answers.
Where: Their home
When: BACKDATED; Early morning, Weds. April, 8
Warnings: Swearing & tantrums
Dionysus, supplies in hand, crept his way silently through the house to find Apollo. This was partially to keep from intruding upon any work his brother was doing and partially for fun.
He eventually found his brother and walked up behind him, letting the wine bottles clink together as his way of hello. "Yo."
Cringe!
Apollo wasn't doing much of anything important, unless channel surfing had somehow moved up on the list while he wasn't paying attention. Even so, he wasn't sure he really appreciated being snuck up on like that.
Whine. "Did you have to do that in my ear~?"
"It's fun," Dionysus cooed. He sat down next to Apollo and grabbed down the remote, turning off the television. In front of them, he set down a large jar of garlic stuffed olives, a deep brass bowl and three bottles of wine.
"That's yours," he remarked, pointing to the olives and one of the bottles of wine. He shifted on the sofa, tugging a swiss army knife out of his back pocket. He began to open the wine bottles. "These two are for me."
He picked up his bottle and studied it. "You better not have given me cheap stuff thinking that I won't notice~" he commented, leaning against his brother as he waved the bottle at him.
"Never ever ever," Dionysus cooed. He opened one of his bottles and poured half of it into the brass basin. "So...will we do this?"
"What do you mean 'will we'?" He exchanged the wine bottle for the container of olives, and pulled the lid off to inspect the contents before popping one in his mouth.
"Of course we will." Duh.
"Just wanted to make sure there were no cold feet," Dionysus replied, taking a deep swig from his wine. He pulled the coffee table closer, so he wouldn't have to lean far to be over the basin. He spun his finger lazily in the liquid.
Mmm. Olives.
"Oh come on~ If I were going to object, I would have told you to piss off when you suggested it; you know that." Months ago he would have done just that, and probably relegated himself to taking care of D if he chose to go through with it anyway. Now that he felt better, though, it was about time he tested it on something more interesting than his estranged sister's future.
"Never done this with someone else before," Dionysus remarked, staring deep into the basin. "Just uhh...I guess let me know what you see." This would've been easier with a personal affect of course, but he hadn't thought to prepare that.
"It's easy. You just never practiced enough," Apollo told him matter-of-factly. "I can wait my turn, if that would make it easier; we can compare notes." He reached for another olive, and leaned back against the couch. "Or I could give you lessons~"
Dionysus rolled his eyes. This was familiar. Same damn lecture he got every time the keys of Delphi were handed off to him in the winter. "Enlighten me oh wise one."
Chuckle. "The nostalgia kills me." It was horribly familiar, wasn't it? "Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't want to interrupt or...anything." He scooted closer, and leaned forward to peer into the bowl himself.
D grew quiet, drawing upon his power and his focus. The last time he'd done this it had been with the Egyptians, and that had been a headache and a half. With the death of a goddess involved, he had a feeling this would be worse.
If she was, in fact dead, that is.
Apollo waited a few minutes, his gaze shifted between D's face and the bowl. Maybe if he just...helped a little. With one hand, he reached out to touch the side of the bowl, while the other rested on D's arm. Unlike his brother, he stared into the liquid instead of closing his eyes as he concentrated.
Dionysus started to fear that he was looking for the wrong thing, and maybe that was the point. So instead of looking for peril, he thought about Persephone, about the half-sister he'd met once or twice in the Underworld, perched atop her throne of gold and obsidi---
He yelped, the vision flashing across his mind like fire. It left lines that he could practically feel, which was good because when he felt like looking for more information they'd be there to follow. He reached out for the half-finished bottle of wine, polishing it off in seconds. "I don't know if she's dead, but she's not well."
Apollo merely grunted in response, and absently tugged the bowl closer to his side of the table, still staring into it blankly.
Not well...was probably an understatement. He assumed, anyway. It certainly didn't feel like anything that anyone would want to experience willingly, but the whole thing was still unclear.
Which pissed him off; he was supposed to have gotten over this bullshit, and now it seemed like nothing had changed at all. The fact that he was right was a small consolation. Grrr.
"I've got a hook on something," D murmured, sliding his hand into Apollo, focusing on those trails of fire. It wasn't often that Dionysus felt anything like dread, but that was the only way to describe what his insides felt like.
There Persephone was, the same as he had seen her before, ichor dripping from her body, hands nailed to a throne. She didn't move. Was she alive or dead?
He couldn't tell where she was, and if he didn't know better he would have said he couldn't tell *who* it was either. Frustrating, and not at all helpful.
Apollo pushed the bowl away with a sigh of disgust, and reached for the bottle of wine D had brought for him. Grumble.
"Already giving up," D asked, poking his brother on the leg. "I know where they are."
Now that just wasn't fair. Maybe it was all D's fault. He was...getting in the way or something. That...that had to be it. There was no other explanation.
Without comment, he stood and took the bottle into the kitchen to open it.
"Where are you going?" He lifted his head from the bowl. He frowned, wanting to finish scrying but not at the cost of the evening...
"To get a fucking drink." Unlike some people, he couldn't just look at a bottle of wine and make the top pop off. Once it was open, though, he could drink from the bottle with the best of them.
Well D did have a bottle opener. He sank back on the couch, taking a rest and opening his second bottle of wine. He'd wait for his angry brother to return.
Half a bottle later, he did come back, but only to grab the olives off the coffee table before retreating back to the kitchen.
Fuck, he was such a joke, wasn't he?
Ut oh. This wasn't good. Dionysus stood from the couch, looking back at the basin with a moment's regret before chasing down his lover in the kitchen. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Go back to what you were doing." He dropped himself into a chair by the window, which he cracked open after depositing his makeshift dinner and a pack of cigarettes on the table.
Clearly, D was the one for this particular job.
"Stop it," D replied, moving over to Apollo's side. "Get back out there. Stop giving up on yourself midway through things." This was quickly becoming an annoying habit.
"I thought this shit was cleared up! I thought I could do this, but clearly I was mistaken. Again. You're in there getting all sorts of things and I can barely fucking tell who it is. So don't stand there and tell me I'm giving up halfway; just go finish."
Time for a smoke.
D snatched away the smoking paraphernalia. "That's bullshit. You're blocking yourself with all of this self-doubt. Get your ass out there and try again. Otherwise I'm reclaiming my wine and my olives and going back to the club."
"Excuse me? I went into all this thinking that I could do it. I certainly thought I'd be better at it than you!" He grabbed for his cigarettes and missed. Damn.
"Get. Out there." D growled, prepared to walk if need be.
Apollo glared at him, then stood abruptly and shoved D out of his way as he headed back into the living room. "Fuck knows why you even care; you were doing just fine on your own. What the hell do you need me around for?"
"Because I'm hitting a wall," D replied, trailing Apollo back into the room. "I'm not as good as you, and we both know it. I only know where they are 'cause I've been there...which you'd know if you'd bothered to save us that tantrum..." He sighed. "Who is she with....in the Underworld. Who is she with?"
"Please. This once, spare me the empty flattery; it's not fucking helping." It was very obvious that he was the one lacking in the scrying department these days. Downright pathetic, really.
He sat on the couch again, as far to one end as he could, and glared at the offending bowl; little bastard.
Ugh. Now D was feeling the need for a smoke. He refrained, instead patiently watching Apollo.
He picked up the bowl reluctantly, and held it out in front of him, still scowling at it. This was a gigantic waste of time; no matter what he did or didn't see, he had the feeling that D was going to make him sit here until he was convinced of that fact.
D could wait all night if he needed to. He rolled his shoulder, cracking his neck.
It was, more or less, a whole lot of the same thing as before. Thrones and bleeding women, a general feeling of unease, and some obnoxious, distracting shadows that didn't seem to have a visible origin.
Yes. Very helpful. Unless that was actually something moving, but...highly unlikely.
Dionysus knew Apollo would get there eventually. He knelt by his lover's side, silent as a breath, waiting for something to happen, something to change across those fair features.
No, no, something was definitely moving. And it was...definitely ugly. Really...really... Oh honestly, hadn't anyone told this guy that the giant lizard look was out? Lame.
His expression didn't change all that much, even as he sat the bowl down, pushed it away, and held out his hand for his cigarettes.
"You found something out?" D asked, holding out the pack and Apollo's lighter.
He snatched them out of D's hand and stood up. "She's still alive," he said tersely. It was definitely time for a smoke; he headed for the kitchen again. "She's not by herself."
D trotted along after, made more curious by that answer. "Did you get a good look at who she was with? All I could get was fuzzy shadows..."
"Some jackass in a fright mask. No sense of style. Probably the Devil; he always was horribly tacky." He sat facing the window and light up, taking a long drag from the cigarette before reaching for the wine bottle. Grumble.
"That'd explain the fire motif," D muttered, gesturing for the pack. If that was the case, he needed a smoke too.
Apollo slid it across the table and picked up an olive. "The Old Man lied about her death, but I can't figure out why. They have to know where she is, or both he and Hades would be pitching a fit and having everyone look for her..."
"Maybe he thinks Hades was telling the truth, but then the question is why would Hades lie?" D asked, lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep drag.
"Why wouldn't he lie, if he knew what was going on? The Old Man would bust a vessel if he knew his brother was making deals with the Devil...no pun intended." That sort of thing was generally frowned upon, all things considered. "He must have been a hell of an actor, though, to make it all believable, unless they're both in it together, though that's kind of unlikely."
"I guess I'll just have to ask him," D sighed, letting his head roll back. "That's not gonna be a pleasant conversation."
"It'd be even worse if I did it..." Which was irritating, as he'd be able to pick out the lies instantly. Maybe he'd just have to have another little chat with Zeus, in person this time.
"Alright, I'll follow up with him later," D muttered, shrugging his shoulders. He tossed the cigarette into a glass that was soaking in the sink. "I'm fucking exhausted...going to go lie down a bit."
Apollo nodded. "Yeah. I'll be up in a little while..." Just as soon as he had another cigarette or two...Yeah.
Summary: D & Apollo sit down to scry up some answers concerning Persephone's fate; despite a tantrum break, they are rather successful. So to speak.