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[diffident_light]

...this is a terrible idea.

I'm used to it here; the darkness doesn't bother me, the silence is now comforting, the chill something I bear without notice. But you! You want to send me back. You want me to follow him into the light and then tear me from him for your own amusement - oh, yes. You call them "games" for good reason, despite your nonchalance. The subject matter shouldn't be taken lightly.

I am not your muse. You should rethink this.




[OOC: content warning - possible sexual situations in thread with golden_lyre]

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[onlyequalizer]

Oh please stop with the melodramatics.

[diffident_light]

...it was not my intent to offend. Your realm is my home, and I am not unhappy.

[onlyequalizer]

You are offending no one, and if I felt any offense then we would not be talking.

However this is not one of those Greek plays.

[In other words, lighten up lady.]

[diffident_light]

[She would, but she's dead. It puts a bit of a damper on things.

Unless he's happy to let her go..?]

Then what is it?

[onlyequalizer]

[THIS. IS DREAMWIDTH!]

[Naw, he can't so that. She may as well stay a while and hang around some comedians.]

It is merely a game. One that I would have believed a deceased soul to enjoy.

[diffident_light]

[Ew Spartans get out. They're no fun.]

I might, if I didn't know that my mundane intends things that don't meet my criteria for enjoyment... not without causing further hurt to the living.

[sweetpassions]

Yours is a tragic love, child. Nothing can alter your fate.

[olympic_lion]

Oh, I wouldn't be entirely sure about that, fair Sister. It's none too difficult a fix.

[sweetpassions]

And how would you go about it, great hero?

[olympic_lion]

Sweet Aphrodite. Do you really think that if I went to politely ask dear Uncle Hades for our lady's release, he would refuse me?

It worked for Theseus, after all. [Okay, not Pirithous, but then Eurydice probably hadn't been trying to take off with Uncle's wife.]

[sweetpassions]

He would make you pay. His prices are usually quite high. {Though she might want to watch.} Mortals of this sort are so tiresome. Why waste the effort?

[diffident_light]

My fate is already sealed. Hades does not easily give up those he fairly claims.

[sweetpassions]

My point precisely. Your time has run its course.

[diffident_light]

Then why has he allowed Orpheus' request? Why am I permitted to follow him?

[sweetpassions]

Perhaps Hades has developed a sense of humor? {She certainly doesn't think his heart has softened.}

[olympic_lion]

To set you forth and drag you back, that would be vicious amusement indeed...

But I cannot help but wonder.

What if you were set free? What would you- or for that matter, your mundane- do if you truly were able to go back, no strings attached?

[diffident_light]

I don't know. There's no want down here, no need. Nothing to stir you into action - but I miss the sun. I miss the smell of the rain and my feet on the grass as I dance... and music.

I miss music. Orph--

I think... I think I would take any chance to live that I could - but I don't think my mundane has my happiness at heart.

1/2

[olympic_lion]

[He sighed.] And that truly is the trouble, in the end. I may have the power to bring you out, yet not even I can keep you free if your mundane wills it. The instant my back was turned, said 'mun' would be able to bring you back to the twilit lands- their powers of 'retcon' can outmatch even a god. Permission from Hades, I daresay I could seek and get- but lacking permission of the mundane, it would all be nought.

But even without that one's help, I think I can offer something for you.

2/2

[olympic_lion]

[Annnd THAT'S when the lyre came out.] I make no claims to being a match for dear Orpheus, but if it's music you miss- well, hopefully this can help ease your ache somewhat, hmm?

[His fingers strummed the strings lightly, before he set to really play.]

Re: 2/2

[diffident_light]

[The problem with being legitimately in the Underworld is that very little moves you. Everything is serene and still, and emotions are heavily muted. A person has a lot of time to think and no desire to act.]

You would ask it? [Why? Ah.] A hero needs a cause... I would argue that I'm not one, but if it pleases you-- oh! [A lyre. She smiles.

It's not her beloved's, but it will do. Her feet move slowly at first, testing to see if she's truly allowed to move - and then Eurydice begins to dance.]

1/?

[golden_lyre]

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2/?

[golden_lyre]

... [No seriously. He has nothing.]

3/?

[golden_lyre]

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[Still without words.]

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4/5

[golden_lyre]

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[This is getting to be a problem.]

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5/5

[golden_lyre]

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I'm sorry.