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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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[sweetpassions]

They do pass the time. {She conjures a goblet for herself - this one far more...well...petite. She isn't a big heroic man, after all.} I am best-loved because I am meant to be best-loved.

{What does it matter if she has mixed something extra intoxicating in with his wine? He'll be fine.}

[onlyequalizer]

[WELL OBVIOUSLY SHE'S NEVER DEALT WITH A SPARTAN BEFORE! AND YOU NEED TO USE ALL CAPS, IT IS THE SPARTAN WAY]

Indeed I do. It is not natural for the dead to be resurrected in any form. And only adds to my work. Should the dead be returned to the living then chaos and destruction shall reign.

[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.}

[diffident_light]

[Ugh, fine. NYMPH SAYS NO TO MEN WHO BELIEVE ONE SWIFT THRUST IS ALL THAT'S REQUIRED. ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKE SPARTANS DULL BOYS, DONCHA KNOW.]

Would you ever make an exception for the right reasons? What about reincarnation?

[diffident_light]

...I won't be allowed into the light, will I.

[It's not a question.]

[onlyequalizer]

[THAT'S WHY SPARTANS HAVE THEIR WOMAN HELP WITH WORK, SILLY NYMPH.]

Reincarnation is merely when a soul is allowed to renter the life cycle. It is normal, and does not allow the dead to overwhelm the living.

[There's over several billion people on the planet. Imagine if dead people came back and added to those numbers.]

[diffident_light]

[WHO HELPS WITH PLAY? THEY GET MORE SPARTANS ON A REGULAR BASIS, GOTTA BE SOME PAYOFF SOMEWHERE.]

So it's false hope you've given him. To have him believe he can win me back, but my feet will never step out of your shadows unless I'm to have a new life from a babe in arms.

[This is the ancient world! There's a few million, maybe? Nymphs care not for census-taking.]

[onlyequalizer]

[THEY HAVE PLENTY OF PLAY AFTER ACTING MANLY AND AWESOME, KK.]

I give no one hope. The ones who were playing his strings were fate and that of your lord Hades.

[That's still terrifying! Also, Internet in Ancient Greece, what would their blog posts look like? Imagine if they did like taking census instead of parties.

[olympic_lion]

[And Hercules played on, entranced by her actions; elegant Megara never moved so selflessly, Deianira for all her sweetness never had such grace. This one wasn't for him, as well he knew; for all her charms, he refused to let his heart go to her entire. She was in no way a replacement for any woman of his... yet he couldn't help but love her a little in this moment, a creature of beauty in motion flitting through air and light and woodland groves. He played, and she danced, and the world was almost right...

But eventually the song ended, and the notes faded away- until his fingers fell on the strings and stilled them early. Hercules stood up, face pale and eyes resolute.]

This is not where you are meant to be.

[olympic_lion]

Ever a concern among the family, yes. [Very dry voice, there; best cured by drinking that spiked wine, yes? (And really, so long as it's not extra-paralyzing or extra-soporific it's good. Extra-intoxicating? He might've asked for that.)

Of course, given his experience with- and subsequent tolerance for- various Godboozes, that's just enough to start him getting buzzed; he'll smile more cheerfully at the Lady of Love.] All the world loves a lover, eh? I'd surely not dispute it.

[He'll finish the goblet and set it aside, hand going to his head for a moment; WHOO, Aphrodite brings the good stuff!]

[diffident_light]

[METHINKS THE SPARTAN DOTH PROTEST TOO MUCH.]

I suspected as much. Hades will never let me leave, no matter how beautifully Orpheus pleads.

[Probably lists of decadent doings, wine recommendations, party invites and pithy commentary on gods and mortals. Lolsphinx links all over. Maybe they're sexy censuses? >>]

[diffident_light]

[Eurydice moves as though Terpsichore herself guides her feet, and it's easy to see why Orpheus was moved to make her his bride. As a nymph, she gives of herself freely and willingly, for that is nature's way... but her heart is given to one man, and she has no other to give.

When the notes die, their last shimmering echoes no longer heard, she comes to a stop, her body ceasing motion as elegantly as it began. She glances at him from behind the fall of her hair.]

I don't. But I have no choice in the matter.

[onlyequalizer]

[METHINKS THE NY,PH SHOULD MOVE TO SPARTA.]

You cannot simply bring back a soul that has already been lost. And to do so shall lead to dire consequences, as I am certain that he has learned.

[Most likely, maybe they also have the best wifi, it's Persia and Rome wanted them so badly. Pff, of course, like which is better, large boobs or small.

[diffident_light]

[NOT IF THEY'RE GOING TO STAB HER IN THE NON-FUN WAY WHEN SHE DANCES INSTEAD OF FIGHTS. DO SPARTANS HAVE OAK GROVES? THIS IS IMPORTANT.]

I knew there was a reason my heart didn't lift when he came to ask to have me back. It was all too easy.

[Scrolls from last night. OKCupid is a legit service with arrows. What a mess. Personal preferences.]

[onlyequalizer]

[THEY WOULD RATHER STAB HER IN THE FUN WAY, BECAUSE SHE WOULD BE DANCING FOR OLD MEN, ALL THE YOUNG GUYS ARE OF FIGHTING. AND THEY MIGHT.]

You do not possess a heart anymore.

[Just think of the children! D: Who's though? The people answering? Or the ones writing down the answers?]

[diffident_light]

[PRETTY SURE THERE'S NO SPARTA FOR OLD MEN. BUT YAY OAK GROVES.]

I do. It's still within me, and I know it beats, else how do I dance? How do I speak? I don't understand Hades' power but I know what I can feel inside.

[Netnanny is probably a literal troll. Both! It's a non-discriminatory census.]

[onlyequalizer]

[THERE IS, THERE IS. THE LAST OAK GROVE IN SPARTA.]

I mean you lost your physical heart when you passed. What you are feeling is most likely just raw emotion.

[It would explain why Greece had so much debauchery and silliness going on. So do non-nymph answers count?]

[diffident_light]

[IF IT'S AT THE BOTTOM OF THAT PIT, NYMPH AIN'T GOING. THIS GOES FOR OLD MAN SPARTA AND LAST OAK GROVE SPARTA.]

I believe I still have it. Perhaps the form is different - you yourself said Hades has been pulling strings; perhaps his dominion is structured in another way.

[But how much more fun was it? Totally. She has an aversion to satyrs, but another nymph can ask them.]

[onlyequalizer]

[BUT CAN'T YOU HEAR THE SCREAMS OF TERR- I MEAN JOY?]

Or perhaps you are giving yourself a false hope. It is none of my concern, either way, just as long as you stay put.

[A lot more. Plus all the childhood trauma made even better. Dont hate on the satyrs just because they're bros.

[diffident_light]

[NYMPH IS NOPING OUT OF HERE, SPARTAN.]

And if my mundane chooses to ignore your edict and send me to one of so-called games? What then? Am I living? A shade given form?

[Bacchanalia was a legit thing. Bros who caused her death. Jsyk.]

1/?

[golden_lyre]

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[golden_lyre]

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[Still without words.]

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[golden_lyre]

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[This is getting to be a problem.]

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