Canon is Olimpos

[rotandriddles]

One god will do as well as another. Tis a nice thought to be "independent" and "unique" but the traits remain the same. (He holds a mouse in his hand, observing it as it struggles.) From this one's point of view, we are a single entity.

Shades, current, rays and clouds notwithstanding.

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[rotandriddles]

I watch life bloom, blossom and decay. Is not romance part of the cycle? Are not children new souls?

(She gets her own cheese, of course. Hades seems to soften at her daintiness and her fearlessness. Humans have no excuses when such small creatures approach him openly.)

[nostride]

[ He shouldn't stare off after her like this. He really shouldn't.

A part of him, at least, remembers to cover the male mouse's line of vision. ]

...you're only giving them to me to take them away later, aren't you.

[rotandriddles]

What use do I have a for immortal mice? T'is best for you to comfort their children with blankets.

(Which he can ask for, though the temperature is mild in the garden.)

[nostride]

I don't have blankets.

[ Wait. ]

...or food. How will I feed them? They'll starve. You're sending them to starvation. You can't.

[rotandriddles]

Request them. (He smiles quietly, brushing his fingertips against Ganymede's shoulder.) Do you require nourishment? Why would they?

[nostride]

[ As might be the case for always and forever, the mouse is quicker than the average Trojan prince. It finds Hades' hand and crawls on before Ganymede can so much as whimper his protests. ]

How will children grow without feeding? I haven't grown at all.

[ Trust him, he still does a daily search for what would have been his most handsome and impressive beard. ]

[rotandriddles]

(There's a good question. Hades balances his little friend, rubbing him behind his ears. After a thoughtful pause, he raises the female mouse and observes her.)

I should have to take them until they are grown. T'is not a long process for them.

(They would remain grown, but young. Vital.)

Then they shall accompany you for eternity.

[nostride]

[ ...Hades would have to take the female too, while the offspring grow in her womb. And then the mouse will be terribly lonely, and Ganymede won't bear to see it, and it will all be so wretched, and -

Never mind that, are those mice looking to rub whiskers. Say... say it ain't so. ]

You're... strangely generous.

[rotandriddles]

(Hades brings them close, letting them curl together in one hand.)

Think of it as a gift for them; for you. (Brave mice deserve a paradise of their own, surely?) He will flourish with your company until she returns.

(And he will enjoy, secretly, helping her rear the young ones.)

[nostride]

[ You'd think every part and particle of you that could would have already melted in a sun god's cumbersome presence, but no - no, it takes bruxing mice to do the job.

Ganymede isn't leaning to catch a better sight of it all. No, no. He's only... losing his balance in that direction. Extensively. ]

You don't have a reason to give me gifts. [ And absently - ] Don't read my thoughts.

[ Like nephew, like uncle: rude. ]

[rotandriddles]

(He may not look but Hades makes it easy for him to see. Infinite patience softens his features; here is a god who is accustomed to waiting and watching. There is enjoyment in that - even with something as small as two affectionate mice.)

Do I need a reason? (His eyes widen and he chuckles.) I had not realized. You sound the same.

[nostride]

[ They are the cutest an cuddliest interpretations of Psyche and Eros that Ganymede's ever beheld, and look, the mice're meeting in the poetic dark of the underworld's own flesh, and isn't that romantic...!

Only one thing (don't grin, Ganymede) is slightly better. ]

He'll hate that you've gifted them.

[ This is great. ]

He won't visit for ages.

[ Better than great. ]

[rotandriddles]

(He must keep them in the dark Underworld lest Aphrodite spy them and put Psyche through horrible tasks! Surely such a dainty, spotted mouse deserves better.)

I've never considered his feelings.

(Which is the truth. It's not even meant as harsh or rude.)

Apollo breaks his toys.