on rereading olimpos;

[gardenprince]

I don't know what you think to accomplish. You're no god, no goddess. Your time is limited but you're still bored?

Go play with someone else.

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[radianced]

But I am.

Why don't you play with me?

[unpeculiar]

Time limited is time limitlessly precious and thus how they choose to squander it is in none's hand but their own. With or without purpose this remains the same.

Perhaps a game is just what you need.

[gardenprince]

You don't play fair.

[swayedto]

That's right, that's right. Pretty little princes should be left by their lonesome forever... and ever... and ever.

[gardenprince]

What use is a game when the end result is always the same?

( But his interest is piqued, slightly. )

Would you go, if you had the choice?

[gardenprince]

( But forever is such a long time without something to pass said seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years. )

Then what are you doing here?

[unpeculiar]

If it is results you seek than 'work' is more suited to bringing them. A game is meant to inspire something much different.

[Namely, fun.

As for the second question... He thinks about it for a moment.]

I would.

[gardenprince]

( Fun is relative, and after finding himself at the whims of Apollo for so long, he can't imagine his mun is any better. )

It would be strange to see something other than flower petals. ( But inspiring. Exciting, even. )

You should seek out a game as well. It would pass the time, wouldn't it?

[unpeculiar]

And see many other things you would. That is something you long for, is it not? So then why do you hesitate?

[The possibilities were limitless and that in and of itself was a beautiful thing.

As for him, well...]

Mayhaps it is time I did.

[swayedto]

Why, keeping the company of your human, of course...!

[gardenprince]

As amused as she seems to be, I didn't think that you were entertained much by humans. ( If he catches the irony in his words, he makes no show of it. )

[gardenprince]

Yes. ( It's breathless and honest, because for a moment he allows himself to believe again; to imagine something but grass and flower petals beneath his feet.

Then, as if to cover for this, he gestures with a frown. ) But some of these places are no better than the garden.

... Where would you choose to go?

[swayedto]

Now and then, even ants will prick your toes funnily.

[gardenprince]

And if this human takes me somewhere, far from the gardens, as she intends? What then?

[swayedto]

Build a fence, build a fence!

[gardenprince]

( ... He's almost, almost more amused than curious. )

Will that work?

[swayedto]

Cast a net, cast a net!

[gardenprince]

I'm not -- ( He sputters, briefly, because what? )

Even if I had a net, I wouldn't cast it at my human. What good is that?

[swayedto]

...send a plague, send a plague?


[ RUNNING OUT OF OPTIONS HERE... ]

[gardenprince]

You convienantly never taught me how to send plagues.

Or how to do anything.

( WHOSE FAULT IS THAT, APOLLO? )

[unpeculiar]

You will not find a place without sorrows, for no such place exists. However it is with these sorrows around then that humans find joy wherever it be that they are. If you seek one you shall undoubtedly find the other. Should you seek predictability... you are better suited where you are, though I should think that that too bears it's own sting.

Where indeed, I wonder... T'would not matter much to me.

[swayedto]

Now, now. You've learned how to die well, haven't you?

[goldenwings]

My Mun says we should talk. Hello!

[radianced]

Fair is a human concept.

Why should I follow your rules?