"Really? 'Cause I was actually trying to be terrifying," Daus mumbled, a hint of a joking tone evident in his voice as he turned around with Erikos, confused as to why the other man was circling him. He wasn't really terrifying at all anyways, with a lean and lankier build, unlike the broad shoulders and towering physiques of most gods.
"Well if you were trying, you were doing a pretty crap job of it," Erikos laughed. He stopped as he caught sight of the wound marring Daus' side. "You're hurt. You must have hit a rock or something when you washed up," he said, sitting down for a moment to fish through his satchel. He pulled a couple of makeshift bandages out of his bag, motioning for Daus to sit down as well
A protective look crossed Daus' face but after a few moments, he complied and sat down on one of the medium-sized boulders lining the river banks. He had never liked others touching him, but he wasn't intent on letting the wound get infected either. Though, a firm gaze remained on Daus' face as he watched Erikos' every move, concerned that they might try anything to further his pain.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt something Papa worships like you," Erikos assured him softly. He leaned forward, bandages in one hand while he slowly pushed Daus' shirt up. He winced a little in sympathy at the sight of the wound. It didn't look too bad, though it would probably need some sort of salve. He began to wrap the wound gently, careful not to cause Daus any more pain
Daus nodded faintly, watching Erikos' hands quietly as he tried to resist the urge to pull his shirt back down. He felt a bit subconscious, but ignored the feeling as he instead focused on the area around them and how he had ended up here. Though, Daus let out a frustrated sigh when he couldn't remember again, each result the same each try. "Do people usually wash up along the banks?" He asked curiously, tilting his head to the side faintly as he looked down towards Erikos, studying the other for at least the third time.
Erikos nodded. "Yep. There's an island a few miles off the shore, where all the slave trades and merchants go back and forth. It's not a nice place, but it's good for business. And sometimes if people wash up they have money on them we can take," he said, finishing wrapping the wound before returning the spare bandages to his satchel
Daus nodded in understanding, frowning slightly when he heard that slave trading was still going on, though he decided to not spend too much thought on the question. "Thanks," he added, his tone a tad gentle as he tugged his shirt down more quickly than he intended.
"Of course, sir. It's non problem," Erikos said, getting to his feet again as he gave the other a small smile. "Would you like some food? Getting washed up on the shores is never fun, and you look like you need some food," he said, glancing across the other's figure for a moment. "N-No disrespect or anything," he added quickly
"It's alright. I get that a lot anyway…especially from my brother," Daus answered, chuckling lightly as he pushed himself up, deciding that he could possibly trust Erikos for a few days until the wound got better and he could make his way back through one of the underworld entries, hoping that there might be a few in Portugal.
"Well no offense but your brother is a complete ass," Erikos said with a small laugh before tensing up. "He can't…hear me right now, can he?" he asked slowly, suddenly worried he might have irritated some unknown god without really knowing it. "I would rather not get sent to the underworld too fast," he added with a nervous laugh
"Don't worry, he can't do much to you," Daus replied, chuckling lightly at the way he noticed Erikos tense up. "Me on the other hand…" He added, a faint smirk crossing his lips, somehow finding amusement in how the other was getting nervous around him. Most people took one look at his physique and decided that he wasn't a threat at all.
Erikos’ eyes widened, but he played off his nervousness with a lazy smirk. “You might be a god, but I don’t think one with a gaping hole in their side would be able to do too much to me,” he said with a small chuckle
"True," Daus replied, chuckling lightly as he followed after Erikos, keeping an arm wrapped around his side protectively. He continued to study the forest, wondering if there was anything that could tip off his memory. So far, nothing.
“So…would you like to come to my house? We have food and salves to fix your wound,” Erikos said, pointing at the wound in in Daus’ side. “I don’t know much about gods, but that could get infected on a human.”
"Only if I'm not too much trouble," Daus answered, though he honestly hoped the other man would let him come. The wound wouldn't kill him, but he didn't want to risk infecting his human form.
“Well, come on then,” Erikos said, slinging his fishing pole over his shoulder as he began to walk down the river bank. He began humming again, his fingers tapping absently against the fishing pole
Daus followed after Erikos hesitantly, a thousand thoughts of the other man possibly being a serial killer running through his head. He pushed the thoughts away and continued to walk, smiling faintly at how Erikos hummed.
(Well…serial killer isn’t too far off lmao)
Erikos led them down the river quite a ways, the ocean a mere spec behind them. They eventually came upon a rickety old cabin elevated near the trees, where the sounds of cooking could be heard
(Lmaoo)
Daus continued to walk alongside Erikos, slowing his steps after a few moments when he began to hear cooking. Were there more people? He forced the worry out of his mind and continued to walk forward, though his steps were visibly more tentative as he readjusted the grip on his waist.
“Papa, I’m home!” Erikis called before beginning to ascend the rickety stairs up to the porch.
“Erikos, good, lunch is almost ready!” came a man’s voice. Erikos started walking a little faster at that, nearly tripling over himself in his haste to get to the food
Daus chuckled a bit at how Erikos seemed to trip over himself as he began to follow after them slowly, a bit nervous to meet someone else. Talking to people had never been his forte in the past, and it was definitely wasn't now.
“Papa, we have a guest!” Erikos called, opening the rickety wooden door and holding it open for Daus. Inside was a tall, dark-skinned man, almost identical to Erikos other than his taller height and greying hair. He was cooking something in a large pot, while a tall, pale boy was roasting fish on a homemade spit next to him
Daus stepped inside after Erikos, nodding towards the other in thanks as he studied the new people inside. After a few moments, he forced himself to wave as he readjusted his grip on the bandages, noticing the similarities between Erikos and his father.
“A guest?” Erikos’ father asked, a look of suspicion making its way across his face. Erikos just grinned.
“He’s an infinite! One of the magic ones!” he exclaimed before turning to Daus. “Show them your horns,” he insisted excitedly
Daus glanced towards Erikos and back towards their father hesitantly as he let his dark horns shift back into place, part of them covered by his curls. He shifted a tad nervously as he adjusted his hold on his waist once again, hoping that Erikos' father wouldn't question him too much.