miami_vice (miami_vice) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-08-23 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | david wood, dionysus |
Who: Dionysus
What: Honey, I'm home!
When: *backdated* to Aug 16th
Where: D & Apollo's House
Warnings: Language.
D had taken in all the things in his mind: the drunken wallowing, his sister's pragmatic advise and the situation with Apollo as a whole. He'd taken them all in and ruminated on them, sleeping off fatigue and depression and drunkeness at Vice. There was nothing like a Saturday night club crowd to lift his spirits. It was just the boost he'd needed to come to a decision. The situation with Apollo wasn't irreparable afterall. He just had to draw a line in the sand, and Apollo could be reasonable if approached the right way, and didn't D know all the tactics by now?
He chuckled at his own foolish overreaction as he walked up the gravel walkway to the porch. Any second now, he'd get a face full of dog licks and an earful of 'where the fuck were you's, and things would be good. He rummaged for his keys, opening the door to a silent house. Maybe the heat was mellowing Elvis out. Or maybe they'd gone for a walk. D shrugged, picking up his cellphone where he'd left it the day before. No use in moping drunkenly in the woods if someone could interrupt you, right?
And there it was: a text from Apollo. It'd probably explain to Dionysus the lack of yelling, so he opened it up. He scanned carefully through the message, and as he did, a low growl rolled up through his body, seemingly starting at the toes.
"That...motherfucking cocksucking piece of shit!" he roared, slamming the phone down on the table where it had rested before. He kicked the front door shut, pacing around the ground level. So his whims and choices were berated, but it was ladida for Apollo to spontaneously leave the city? He kicked over a sculpture. It crashed on the floor, breaking into pieces. This short message...it affirmed everything he'd been feeling, and more than ever before, he was sick of his brother undercutting his power.
He took a deep breath, picking up the phone to read over the message again. His eyes glazed over with sinister thoughts, and his lips curled into a feral grin. So he thought it was cute to mention Dionysus throwing a rager? Apollo throwing his little puppy of a boyfriend a bone?
"Oh lover, you have no idea what a dog I can be..."
Summary: Dionysus heads home, ready to work out his issues with Apollo...that is until he gets Apollo's first travel text.