d i o n y s u s (winehoused) wrote in revelatus, @ 2014-10-17 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | dionysus, eris |
WHO: Dionysus + Eris
WHAT: Impromptu Mini-Reunion
WHERE: Rachel's apartment
WHEN: After this
RATING: Mild language
There was something different about this vessel, Dionysus noticed. Somehow he felt more acquainted with it than he had ever had in a mortal, in the past. Of course it helped that there were others around, especially family, and the need to worry about what was going on seemed less so because of that. Of everyone on Mount Olympus, he was rather content, and amused, that Eris was not only nearby but that their vessels were familiar with one another. Appearing in her apartment took no concentration whatsoever as it was such a well known place to Arthur Randleman, Dionysus simply had to will himself there. “HONEY, I’M HOME!” the God of wine and festivities announced with a wide grin and open arms. Oh yes, there was a big manly bear hug waiting for her whether she liked it or not.
Half the time, Eris could stand her siblings. Sure, they were idiots and couldn’t bear to string two thoughts together without inventing some fucked up slight on someone else but they were entertaining and she sort of kind of maybe liked them (somewhat). This scene was not the case, those sounds were not acceptable and if he dared doing what he apparently wanted to do she was going to glue his nipples to the ceiling.
“No.” The word was punctuated with a bland look and the click of the remote as she changed TV channels.
And just like a black hole sucking up star after star into a void of nothingness and waste — that tiny, calm voice and monosyllabic word wiped the happiness clean from his face, his arms falling hopelessly to his sides. It was brief, causing Dionysus to pause for almost a second, before he appeared in front of her, obstructing her view of the television. Oh he knew he was testing shark infested waters; but he was stubborn in thinking it had been such a while since they last saw one another. Sort of. And of course, Dionysus pouted out his bottom lip and furrowed his brow in the best attempt at a sad puppy face this side of the Aegean Sea.
What was it with the males of this family? Eris turned her eyes momentarily to the expression of her brother’s face (which was so far down the side of pathetic and ridiculous, the Goddess was ready to deem it hilarious and use it as a meme somewhere) and placed down the remote. No, she was not bothered; that’d be preposterous. She was, however, odd and he was amusing her. Grabbing his chin between two fingers (and two very sharp nails), Eris turned his face to place a big kiss on his cheek. And then licked because, it was her.
The second her nails dug into the scruff on his cheeks, Dionysus let out a quiet smooshy-sounding “Ow” which was quickly soothed with an affectionate - or as affectionate as he would ever get from Eris - kiss on his cheek. And then the lick… He furrowed his brows somewhat, giving her a now puzzled look - if you could even look puzzled while being forced to make a fish face. “Fank ooh” he sounded out the best he could as she still had a tight hold on his cheeks and he was pretty sure that if she pushed her nails in any further he would have unwanted piercings on either side of his face. So naturally he did the only thing he could do, which was not ask her to let him go — instead he opened his arms and swung them around her smaller frame, hugging her tightly against him in that signature bear hug he had tried just a minute earlier.
Eris didn’t do normal affection. She didn’t do it often or in a manner that didn’t seem sarcastic but. But. Even if her immediate reaction was to wiggle out and break his nose (instincts were a bitch and, sadly, so was she), the brunette sort of returned the hug (faintly), fingers digging into his shirt (briefly!) while her forehead rested against his shoulder which was the point where no slobber currently rested. This was fine.
“You sap. You’re a bloody sap, ginger. Dad would be ashamed.” And, had he not been a smartass earlier, this would have been it. Pulling back, she gave him a wide smile which should give out all sorts of warnings. “By the way. We had unfinished business.”
As her arms were quite trapped at that moment, she did what any other smart woman would do and jerked her knee against his crotch in a move that, while it didn’t have all the strength she could muster, it was not a small pat. Eh. He was a God. He would live through it. Maybe with a few extra kids, something the whole lineage of Zeus would thank to High heavens.
Dionysus let out a quiet chuckle, his hold on Eris loosening somewhat - enough for her to push him away if she wanted. This was nice; legit bonding and reunion happy times. Maybe having family around wasn’t really as bad as he thought. “Hey,” he half-whined, “I didn’t ask to be ginger and jolly,” the god of wine insisted. Which, he didn’t ask for it but now that he had stared at his vessel long enough in the mirror he wasn’t that disappointed with being ginger. And thankfully his vessel wasn’t some pitiful lightweight and could handle more than a few good drinks. Then again, neither was Eris’ vessel either, from what his knew about hers.
“Oh?” the god quirked a brow curiously, canting his head just in time for the worst physical pain a man could ever imagine. Her knee connecting with his groin felt as though it was temporarily misplaced in his throat. It all played out in slow motion — the sharp throbbing pain shooting up his spine, his grip instantly releasing, the watery eyes, forgetting how to breathe. And she didn’t even kick him as hard as she could! “JESUS CHRIST!” Dionysus half yelled/cried as he struggled to reach for the arm of the couch, suddenly feeling like he was crippled. “I think you broke it,” he whispered as he gingerly lowered into a laying position, his hands stuck firmly between his legs protecting what she had just violently disturbed. “I’m sorry about the Hello Kitty comment,” he started to say, not really thinking - but it was all his brain could manage to put together as the pain very slowly subsided.
And all through the very odd spectacle of a grown man (and a God older than many things in that world) laying on the floor in pain, Eris remained sitting where she was, her elbow resting on her knee and her head against her closed fist. It was a satisfying thing to watch and a good lesson to teach. No matter the consequences, Eris did what she said she would do. End of story.
“Don’t be a drama queen. Your boys will still be good enough to plant a few brats all around the globe.” Despite her words though, her free hand slithered by, close enough to his head, closer even to touch his hair in a very unassuming caress. “And you are very much forgiven. I won’t even hurt you anymore.” That day. “Promise I’ll be a good girl.”
“I can feel my pulse,” he whined in response to her instance that he essentially; ‘grow a pair’ and man up. However, at the promise of no more pain he couldn’t deny the relief that washed over him. Fighting - he could if he had to, and he had his own mean streak, but he tried to avoid it if unnecessary. When Eris promised he smiled softly but genuinely. “Let it never be said that you are the most beautiful, most fierce, and most merciful sister a God could ask for,” he told her, moving to sit up almost as slowly as he had laid down. “I suppose I did deserve that,” Dionysus finally admitted, referring to what had been said between them. He reached for a bottle of wine that seemed to appear out of thin air. “Drinks were also spoken of, weren’t they?"
Flattery. She could stand flattery, especially if it came with gifts. Eris smiled openly then, taking the bottle without a hint of embarrassment. “If you had only done this to begin with instead of wasting time conspiring with Gandalf.” The Goddess patted the side of the couch right by her and proceeded to fold her legs underneath it and relax all over again. She wouldn’t confess it, not even at gunpoint, that it was nice to have someone who was familiar to her around and not to her vessel. This was good. And until they could get back to where they belonged, she’d take what she could get.
Dionysus’ jaw fell slack when she insisted he could have avoided all of this with alcohol. “Dammit,” he breathed out, sulking his shoulders before sitting quite normally and comfortably beside her. “I still prefer Harry Potter,” the god of wine snickered. How odd that their vessels had all been close friends, and the third was from a different pantheon. Not that he was opposed to crossing pantheons at all - he rather enjoyed it, to be honest. Mostly just challenging others to drinking contests or getting to show off.. and there was that whole India thing.. but given their current predicament, it was odd. Thankfully though, alcohol tended to remove all doubts and apprehensions. “I don’t think I even want to begin to try and figure out what is really going on,” Dionysus admitted as he gently took the bottle from her. “Like, I have that feeling that it’s probably best if it’s all not investigated,” he said between generous swigs.
Though the good thing about drinking with the god of wine; the bottle never emptied.
I’d rather know instead of losing my time wondering.” Curling like a cat, Eris turned so her back would rest comfortably against him; no explanations, no requests. In a way, she wanted this tiny bit of quiet for a little while. Just a bit and just for those moments. “I don’t mind this vessel, it’s powerful enough.” And had some great assets, something the Goddess was pleased to make use of frequently. “I dislike being forced into something and if we get any more forced, I’ll have to sue someone for harassment.”
The tiny thud of her weight against his back made him smile gently — Dionysus knew the implications of such an informal moment from the goddess of discord shouldn’t be ruined. It was a silent bond, and a moment of neutrality he had with very few others. The god of wine mulled over her response for a moment before turning his head slightly to cast a side-glance at her. “Mine too,” he noted, putting that little tidbit on the back burner for now. “Alright we’ll make a list of suspects,” he decided. Though how far they got on that list with drinking and impending company was entirely elective. “No one puts Baby in the corner, right?” he smirked as he handed the wine bottle back to her.
"Damn right." The woman took back the bottle, eyes showing possibly the gentlest emotion she could ever manage withhout forcing herself. The bottle was raised in an improptu toast before she took another swing at the lovely liquid before it was returned, all with an emerging grin that was all of danger and amusement mixed together. There was trouble to be had in a near future. "So I think Grandfather's to blame again."