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Started February 21, 2020 by Deleted user

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@Bears-Really-Do-Be-Vibin

they do be vbin tho

Dionysus awoke to the feeling of grass tickling the back of his neck. Hm. Not the typical feeling he typically felt first thing in the morning, but it wasn't enough to make him open his eyes. The chill of the cold dew on his bare chest, however, was. With a groan, he sat up from where he laid in…some public park and rubbed the side of his face, finally opening his eyes.

He had passed out on the way home, apparently, since he was next to a path that cut across the middle of the park. His shirt was, obviously, missing, but he did have his pants on, which was always a good sign. Tapping his pockets, he was pleased that his phone was also still on his person. Everything felt in order, so he got up to his feet and stretched his arms as far as they would go. His bottle of wine rested in the grass across from the path, standing upright like a patient dog waiting for its owner to wake.

"Good morning to you, too," he mumbled, picking up the wine and speaking to it. "Did you sleep well? Certainly looks like it."

She had not enjoyed being locked up. Not for a gods-be-damned moment. Especially not by someone she had once admired and loved. It felt too much like being put on time-out, which was preposterous. And all because she refused to take a side in yet another Olympian squabble.

So she blasted her way out of the Underworld and hadn't looked back. Let Hades enjoy the hole she left in his precious kingdom. They didn't call her the Destroyer for nothing.

Persephone strolled through a random park in a part of the human realm that she had chosen also at random. Her goal had been just to get away, but now she wasn't sure what exactly to do with her newfound freedom. It had been so long since she was able to do what she wanted, the goddess was almost giddy with the prospect of just causing absolute mayhem. Who was going to stop her? The other gods were distracted with their bullshit.

Smiling as a plan began to form in the back of her mind, Persephone's gaze landed on a curiously shirtless man that seemed to be conversing with a wine bottle. She had meant to just stroll on by, but something about him seemed so familiar. Her steps paused as she tilted her head curiously at him, morning breeze catching her dark waves just as the sun glinted off a bronze cuff on the man's left wrist. One that had no beginning and no end, impossible to take off once it was on.

"Well, you certainly have not changed a bit have you, Dionysus?" She said warmly, quite suddenly appearing over his shoulder.

Shit.

Dionysus looked up from the bottle, eyes wide as he remembered the last time he heard her voice.

"So…..you really have to go?" Dionysus hated how much he sounded like a little kid, but he just couldn't keep the emotion out of his voice.

"Well, I don't have to go," Persephone said, shrugging slightly. Like it wasn't that big of a deal. "I just want to be closer to Hades."

The words crushed Dionysus' heart, but he kept a very convincing smile on his face, like he was sad that she had to go but was happy for her. Which he wasn't.

In a flash, Persephone grabbed his left wrist and slammed something metal down onto it. It scared Dionysus so badly that he jerked away in instinct, but the deed was already done. A bronze cuff was now wrapped around his forearm, too small to pull over his hand and take off, but still big enough that it didn't restrict his movement.

"Something to remember me bye," Persephone said, giving him that wide smile he fell in love with long ago.

"Holy fuckin' shit," Dionysus said, pushing himself off of the ground and tossing the bottle away. Unconsciously he changed his appearance to the way he used to look: long, flowing blonde hair, freshly shaved face, and wearing an impossibly clean toga. "How the fuck did you find me?"

"A little eighth century, don't you think?" Persephone said of the toga, looking highly amused. Her own outfit impeccably modern, each an every stitch gracefully accentuating her earthly form. A grin flashed in the morning light only a second before she was embracing him.

He smelled of honeyed wine–as he always did–and it felt so wonderful to have her friend by her side again. "This!" Persephone gripped the bronze cuff on Dionysus' arm. The metal swirled and crackled, reacting to her touch. "I recognized it from a distance! I certainly did not intend to find you. Just a coincidence, I suppose."

Lie. Lie. Lie. Well–for the most part. Persephone hadn't intentionally been looking for him, but with her desires to have a little fun while in the mortal world grew, it was only natural that she stumble upon her long lost friend. The magic within the cuff did allow her to find him and keep an eye on him throughout the ages. Not that she had ever bothered to actually activate the spell–much. She had been otherwise busy.

A slight blush fell onto his face as he reverted back to his previous form, this time fully dressed. A dark denim jacket worn over a navy blue t-shirt, both well-fitting and stylish. His jeans had a hole over the left knee, seeing that it was the thing for holes to be in pants during this millennia, and the outfit was finished with a pair of black vans. All and all, he looked like a normal human 20-something. Well, if one was to overlook the immovable metal band around his wrist.

"Well, uh, what are you doing out of the Underworld?" Dionysus asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket. A small….small part of him hoped that something went wrong with her and Hades. Even after thousands of years, his love for her was as strong as ever. It was eating him up inside, in fact. And she was right there. Good gods (he'd taken up some human saying during his exile), if his heart started beating any faster it might explode.

Persephone arched a lovely brow, her raven dark eyes darkening further. "You have no idea do you?" The words came out soft, although the hint of shock could be heard plain and clear. At the shake of her friend's head, she reached out and looped their arms, leaning him out of the park and onto the street.

The Goddess was grinning widely, an almost manic glee showing on her features. "Come! Get me a coffee and I'll tell you everything. You're going to love this."

Five minutes later, with Persephone sipping on a steaming cappuccino, Dionysus shifted from foot too foot impatient. She enjoyed the suspense she was creating–but damn was coffee always this good? "Alright–alright. Olympus is in turmoil." The lady of spring paused, just long enough for him to give her a look that practically screamed "No shit, Sherlock." No, you don't understand. The kind of turmoil that has literally everyone resurfacing to take a bite out of the great mountain. The throne is empty. Zeus is gone."

Zeus leaving wasn't a new thing. In fact, it was how Dionysus was created. Zeus fell in love with a mortal princess, Semele, and of course banged her 'cause Zeus does what Zeus does. But, somehow,, this was different. Instead of being a typical demi-god, Dionysus was literally just a ball of flame. And Dad, panicking, threw him out of a window and into a thunderstorm, killing him instantly. Typically that would've been the end of all things for Dionysus, but Zeus saw something different in what was left of the baby. So, in a cery strange turn of events, he regrew inside of Dad's leg and popped out the man-god-thing he was today.

"We should get to Olympus, then," Dionysus said, scratching the side of his face and frowning heavily. Take a bite. No, it was probably more of a gunfight. "Try and get everyone to calm down and organize a search-party or somethin-"

The finger being pressed to his lips shushed him, and the look Persephone was giving him almost made his heart melt. They were about to get in trouble.

"Like hell we are going up there. I blew my way out the Underworld because Hades didn't think I would side his claim." Persephone shrugged, a wickedly dangerous glint entering her eyes. It was obvious that Hades had been right in his line of thinking, she wasn't about to be reduced to just being a wife, not when there was a chance at her own glory.

"Since all the Gods are currently fighting over that stupid chair, I figured it was high time for me to have a little fun. Don't you think the mortal world needs a little….reshaping, Dionysus?" She moved her finger away, instead leaning in close to his face, plump lips dropping into the most seductive of pouts. "Come say you'll cause a little mayhem with me? Just like old times?"

Dionysus knew he was getting manipulated. The seductive lean-in, the face she was pulling, and how close they were; this was all things that he used to get what he wanted. He might've even taught Persephone how to do it. But, damn. It was working, and working well.

"Mmmmm….." it was obvious he was conflicted about this decision, but Persephone grabbing his hand sealed the deal. "I…fuck." A light squeeze of the hand and his heart started beating faster than he ever felt it. How the hell was she able to do this? "Yes. Yeah, let's do it. It's been forever since I had some real fun."

A gale of happy laughter erupted from Persephone's lips, causing people n the street to stop and stare at her. But she paid them no mind as she pressed Dionysus' hand against her cheek. "I knew you would say yes! Now–where should we go? It's been so many years since I was free to roam around the mortal world…."

The Goddess kept up a steady stream of commentary as she pulled them down the street, arm in arm. That dangerous–almost angry–glint in her eyes never left as she spoke. It almost made everything she said have a more violent edge to it. As if she was really serious about reshaping the mortal world while all the other Gods were busy.

"Uh, well….." Dionysus had to tap into his Party God Powers for the question she asked him, although it was hard to focus with her dragging him around by the wrist. However, after a few moments of hard thinking and mind reading, he caught wind of a house party going on about 3 miles out of the city in one of the rich suburbs. No invitation needed, just if you hear about it, come on over. Great.

"There's gonna be a party on 243 West Birch Street in an hour," he said, Persephone pausing so she could actually listen to him. "Alcohol and drugs will be provided by the host, along with sodas, chips, dip, chicken wings, and ribs. All the host asks is for the guest to bring plates or cups….." Persephone gave him a face that said, Yeah, right.

"A house party?" Persephone asked, brow arching as she looked down her nose at the other God. She dropped his wrist and folded her arms. "Have you grown so tame, my Dionysus?" Her displeasure was palpable in the air, causing to to practically freeze. Gone was the Lady of Spring, with her stretching smiles and addictive laughter, the dark woman that stood before him now was nothing but the Queen of the Underworld–The Destroyer.

But it was gone within a moment, and she resumed her girlish grinning. "Come now! There must be a wild club in Ibiza, or a rave in Paris, or a festival in Moscow that we could crash?" Persephone looped their arms once more, pressing herself into Dionysus' side. "Fun and wild–like old times."