Canon is Greek mythology

[pothos]

Ah... ehm... mundane?

Such an awkward thing to call someone...

Well, I didn't make it up so I suppose I can't be blamed.

You know, people... people aren't, as a general rule, happy to see me. At least not if they know I'm me. What I mean is, perhaps it would be best if, if, if I um... remained an unseen force? Don't you think?

... No?

Suppose it might feel good to some to have someone to blame.

[ Being the personification of yearning for unattainable things is so much fun. ]

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[deliriuminecstasy]

Blame is such an interesting game of catch. I think you may find the blame far more often than the praise, when it comes to the balancing scales of the two people seem prone to flipping between.

Quite unpredictably even. So much easier to blame someone else.

[pothos]

... Right.

[ No, he didn't quite follow what you were saying there. But he's used to that. ]

[deliriuminecstasy]

[He just quirks a brow at Pothos.]

Well, now that is a new one. People don't generally tell me I'm right about much of anything.

[pothos]

They tend to, ah, focus on the insanity thing, I believe.

[ ... not without reason. ]

[deliriuminecstasy]

I can't imagine why. I'm perfectly reasonable most of the time.

[No. No, he is not. Not even really 'some' of the time, but who is counting, really?

He hasn't lost his temper in two entire hours, and it's been almost four months since he turned anyone into an animal. well. Literally at least.]

There's nothing wrong with being seen, Pothos. You just have to make sure you stay out of reach of anyone you've influenced an attraction in, for something else out of their reach.

[He's making perfect sense, Pothos. Keep up]

[pothos]

I don't think I've ever been reached in all my life.

[ So really there's probably nothing to worry about. Considering how things usually work around Pothos, the more people want to punch him in the face, the less likely they will be to succeed.

And yes, there was a certain strain in his voice when he said that. ]

[demise]

That makes a pair of us then. People don't seem too fond of seeing me, either. I hope you don't think that gives us any kind of hope in changing minds on the matter.

[pothos]

I don't really, ah, do hope, as it were.

Or... well, in a sense I suppose that's all I do.

[demise]

Hope is another one of those 'not my thing' things. I'll leave that to you and Elpis.

[pothos]

You're sort of the ultimate thing, I think you can afford leaving one or two functions to the rest of us, much as I would be more than happy to relinquish mine.

[demise]

Well, if anything can be said of me, it is that I am never an unattainable goal to reach for. No one seeks me, through you.

Though a few may have passed my way after wandering along your paths.

[pothos]

You become a rather attractive option when the soul is sick with yearning.

[demise]

I'm not an option, Pothos. I'm a last resort. The last vestige of evaporating hope. The moment when hope itself comes to me.

[curseofdisbelief]

Blame, blame. Blame the victor, blame the fallen. Blame is for mortals to bear.

[pothos]

Inevitable as you are, I would still call coming to you before it is strictly speaking necessary an option.

[ The morbid might find it amusing that it is his very longing to join the mortals in their peaceful rest that keeps him ever young and beautiful in his sorrow. ]

[demise]

[He is morbid, and his humor can be as well. But he actually generally feels things more akin to pity and comradery with Pothos, than amusement at his plights.]

Do not let the Moirai hear you talk that way. Atropos will hold they reach the ends of their threads when and how she chooses.

[Maybe they do, but Thánatos thinks even she can not claim every soul's thread was her choice.]

[pothos]

They're pretty fond of passing it along to whoever or whatever they can, in my experience.

[curseofdisbelief]

Blame of gods and blame of men. Mortals pay all gods' prices. Mortals pay for gods' blame.

[pothos]

Well, then it is to her you are an option, I suppose.

[ Said with a rarely seen mischievous smirk, and at once the resemblance to his brothers becomes more clear.

Pothos feells comfortable around Thanatos. Death does not want, it merely waits, and such an absense of desire is a blessed relief. ]

[pothos]

I suppose you would see it that way, yes.

[curseofdisbelief]

Seen and not believed. Seen, shown, said, spoken. Unbelief and blame.

[pothos]

I'm afraid I am the last one to approach for a solution to that situation.

[curseofdisbelief]

Want and need, lost and found. Prices, prices, and fallen. Victor, victor and taken.

[pothos]

I know it probably wouldn't help with the belief thing, but I do think people would at least understand you better if, ah, if you used full sentences.

[curseofdisbelief]

Speech is not for pleasing.

[pothos]

But it is, generally speaking, for communication.

[smugfox]

So are you just responsible for it or do you do it yourself, too?

[pothos]

I am it, more or less.

[ Yeah, his life sucks. ]

[smugfox]

Looking astonishingly corporal for an emotion, I gotta tell you.

[curseofdisbelief]

Speech is for blaming.

[pothos]

It's a god thing.

[pothos]

Which I think you'll find is, ah, a form of communication.

[smugfox]

So your godly power is being sad?

[pothos]

I didn't say it was a good thing. And if we're being technical, my "godly power" is yearning.

[smugfox]

So do you yearn for anything in particular or just...overall.

[pothos]

My older brother is Eros.

[ You do the math. ]

[smugfox]

Hm.

Do you want chocolate?

[pothos]

Offerings are generally appreciated by my family.

[ Said with a bit of a smile, he's not actually being serious. ]

[notsogrimreaper]

[You know, Ryoji finds this man really familiar... he'll just try to shake that feeling.]

I-I understand where you're coming from. Humans can be upset when they know what I am.

[curseofdisbelief]

Words, words...what words say the defeated?

[pothos]

So... why are you talking to me?

[pothos]

[ The feeling is mutual. ]

What are you, then?

[curseofdisbelief]

Fallen...fallen and lost. Forced, perhaps. Made to speak.

[notsogrimreaper]

[Oh, uh, well... hopefully he won't get freaked out.]

...Death.