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𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍. ([personal profile] coherer) wrote in [community profile] logs2022-10-05 09:29 pm

(closed) our common goal was waiting for the world to end—

WHO: jonas and zagreus.
WHERE: the cairn, a bar in mirth.
WHEN: october.
WHAT: the boys get a drink.
WARNINGS: alcohol consumption. will update as needed!
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[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-10-24 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's used to being other people's confidant, listening to their worries, and helping them find solutions. He had hoped that with the slight hint of understanding he threw that Jonas would start a tirade about the things he finds confusing about the place. That he'd be curious enough to want to sink his full hand instead of only dipping his fingers, though, he wasn't expecting it.

It's not like he's that interesting to begin with.

But still, unable to hide some of that bashfulness, he does make an effort think about the way he felt about Hades, both where he lived and—

his Father.
]

My purpose, I suppose. [He says with a deep breath.] I was trying to leave my home, which, as you know, is the Underworld, in the literal sense of the word. I had to figure some things out about my family and myself, and the answers were there.
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[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-10-27 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
[If his chuckle is slightly embittered, it's not on purpose. Zagreus leans and clinks his glass against Jonas', bracing his weight on the arm over the table.] And to actually finding answers, eventually. I've only gotten more questions so far.

[Call it wishful thinking, but it's mere part of Zag's inherent optimism to think that the both of them will find whatever they need to find, no matter how or where. If they had to move Underworlds (or worlds, for that matter) to find whatever answers they needed to find, then that's just fine.

Though the little voice in his head, sounding more like himself than any other person in his life, keeps chanting to hell with this place, to hell with this place.

How many times had he said that before stepping into Tartarus, anyway?

Taking a sip of the drink to wish it switched off, his eyebrows shoot up. It's not nectar, not really, the taste more subdued and leaving an odd aftertaste in the back of his throat that flares up when he exhales, but he's impressed. He looks at the glass, licking his lips.
] Oh. This is actually pretty good! What do you think?
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[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-10-31 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Crass, but Zagreus can take the humor. He laughs into his cup, a grin spilling out giddily as he takes a sip of the cup, the tang of the mead excitingly acrid at the aftertaste.]

Mortals thought that mead was Nectar; I have to say, it's not very different when its taste is concerned. Although… [Another sip, and this time he squints at nothingness, looking up, rolling the flavor in his tongue and mouth before swallowing.] It's different, it lingers in your mouth for longer, and the sweetness is softer. It's told to confer immortality to those who drink it, and while it's rare where I come from, well… this is the Underworld, still, right?

[It sounds sort of silly to request it here, now that he thinks of it. He looks down at his glass somewhat sheepishly.] I guess I'm still trying to grasp onto familiarity, of sorts.
Edited 2022-11-01 19:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-11-04 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[The huff of a breath Zagreus releases and shakes his shoulders once is supposed to be a laugh, but it holds too much disenchantment, it has little room for mirth. Zagreus leans in, too, and clinks their glasses together gently.] Interestingly enough, we did hang out like this back there. We just didn't have a particular place to do it. I suppose certain things stay the same everywhere you go.

[Isn't that comforting? A chat over a drink, finding common ground on how things can be generally hapless. He guesses that even the Gods must commiserate amongst themselves every now and then.

Otherwise, they would lead an even lonelier life than his.
]

I think this is a very close cousin of it. [Another sip, and he considers the effect of it with a slight tilt of his head.] Less intoxicating, that's for sure, but it does the job. Nectar was made to bring down heroes and gods alike.

[Which, of course, made for some interesting moments. Looser tongues, lower shoulders. The occasional sigh as an all-transcendental entity like a Gorgon, a Fury, and the Greatest of the Greeks folded over a counter after telling him most of their sorrows and decided to call it a night-or-day.

(Most.)
] What about at yours? Did you celebrate like this often? 'Birthdays,' was it? [Immortals don't celebrate those, having lost track of the day they were born after a while.]
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[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-11-05 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
We couldn't even tell if it was day or night back at the House. [Zagreus laughs, waving a hand at the entirely unnecessary notion of celebrating a birthday for an immortal. Zagreus doesn't even know what day he was born, much less how long ago that was.] It's sort of difficult to tell the time in Hades.

[A sigh, though not without some levity to it.] My Father kept saying it was for the best, and I never thought I'd say this, but I think I agree.

It's a shame that you don't seem to particularly enjoy your birthdays, though. We should get that fixed, if anything, to make up for it. [There's a challenge, something to escape to, to distract with. Gods know they need it. Another sip.] What else did you celebrate? Anything you enjoyed in particular?
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[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-11-07 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[A memory of a conversation he had back at home bubbles up towards the surface after clinging to the back of Zagreus' mind since he arrived, about how some mortals get to understand how to learn quickly, which was impressive, as gods, immortals, and the like, all seem to take longer to grasp. Thirty years seems like such a small number to him, but he understands. He nods thoughtfully.] I once asked if we couldn't educate people about what death really entails, but I suppose it's a slow process.

[He does, and his dark eyebrows shoot up. He only gives him a little bit of a look as he makes two and two together. Herbs were used for incense, offerings, to stave off pain in certain cases. Mostly, he knew, fumigating herbs were a channel to get you closer to the divine, with Shades telling tales of how they visited Delphi and how clouded the rooms were.] You said you weren't very spiritual, though. [Although if he does fumigate herbs…] W-wait, you had something of the sort outside, too. Is it something you usually do?

[He's fascinated. He could assume that linking those herbs to wine and other spirits had the same intent, whereas he had only heard about the other usage for it. He grins.] Alright, that's a promise, then. We'll set something up to make up for all the celebrations that were lackluster.

[And his eyes widen once again. Jonas, your world is full of surprises.] You kissed someone? Anyone?