Dante Lot (unseen_miami) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-06-20 20:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | dante lot, hades, npc |
Who: Hades (with Cerberus)
What: One sided conversations
Where: Persephone's backyard
When: Backdated. June 19, early evening
Warnings: none
Hades took all three heads of the currently mutant Great Dane and mushed them together until all three heads, in haunting unison, growled at him. He then sighed in all his invisible glory in the confines of Persephone's backyard, "[You shouldn't be outside in the daylight if your refuse to only have one head.]"
The mythological hellhound shook his whole body in a discontented canine grumble before plopping down again in the grass and continuing his quest to knock the dark lens goggles from his many eyes with his paws.
Hades swatted the paws away, "[Keep them on. Trust me, you want your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. Even to the fading sunlight. Do not do as I did.]" Going blind in India had sucked. A lot. Roughly, but with casual affection, he scratched the unified shoulders of the beast as he looked through the windows. Persephone was cleaning -- probably why Cerberus was outside in the first place. Hades idly wondered if it was for the same reason he had left the other house when Hestia had started to clean today, that freshly applied lemon pine-sol smelled too yellow for his liking. "[We got to talk, Cerberus, and you're, sadly, my earliest confidante and sadder still, the only confidante I have that doesn't currently feel like you're from a fanfic rendition of my life.]" The Unseen One paused, "[I know you don't know what a fanfic is.]"
As Hades laid down in the grass, Cerberus paid him no mind. He was invisible after all and there was a squirrel and a sparrow in the yard. Were the living allowed in the yard? Non-resident living? He hated those most of all and they tasted the best.
And the Unseen One paid the beast's disinterest no mind. It wasn't like he had come for advice or conversation. "[Persephone is over-compensating and Hestia is afraid of loss...]" Cerberus turned one head to the sound of his once-master's voice and Hades sighed a little, "[No, seriously. I'm not just projecting on them. They took all my traits and I took up my nightmares -- becoming some uncontrollable beast that frightens and abuses those I love.]" Again he idly wondered for a moment what was it about Persephone that drove him in moments of intolerable frustration to use violence to subdue her. But it was only for a moment and then he released the thought, staring up at the sky through his own sunglasses. Cerberus returned to seemingly ignoring him. "[And now, as I was even before, I'm all screwed up,]" he continued softly, "[I am a judge at heart and I can't make a judgment. Fear brought by precedent holds me still. Which only shows I am unfit to judge...]"
Cerberus lifted up to his feet and casually grabbed a large rawhide Persephone had gotten him and returned to the spot he had been, each head chewing but one head glanced at where Hades was.
The Unseen One took it as his cue to continue, "[So I'm not going to. Most likely to my extreme detriment and in my own folly I will put myself into the hands of the Fates. Let Persephone and Hestia figure it out. How's that sound?]"
Cerberus didn't reply, not even in a spurt of unified empathic speech that Hades was pretty sure his insane mind imagined anyway. All he did was spit out the rawhide in disgust.
It was enough to make the Unseen One laugh a little, "[You don't want to be fed, especially the dead. You want to be kill the living. It's hard to buy pigs now but I'll try to get some goats for you. I should take you hunting. They have wild half ton pigs called 'Pig Bombs' or something. They think they're so tough...]"
The beast wagged his tail in demonstration of perfect understanding and agreement.
Hades could only then shake his head, "[You got your fifty snake headed tails to be one normal dog tail, but oh no, not one normal dog head.]" Cerberus, perhaps purposely, turned around to put his back to him. If it was purposely, Hades understood. All three heads were separate minds, only rarely were they of one thought. He scratched the beast's back, showing no favoritism to any and then stood up, "[Thanks. I just needed to talk to a nonjudgmental, not-fragile being who wouldn't betray my trust. Sad and fitting that its you.]"
It was now the Unseen One's turn to turn his back as he rose to his feet and slinked away. He would be back later, visible, at some point -- he just had more post detox thinking to do.
Summary: Hades really just needed to talk to someone who could at least feign interest and not freak out. He didn't need someone to talk back.