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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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[olympic_lion]

Ah, but euphemisms are so much more enjoyable!

[He knew she'd just ignore it entirely. He knew, and yet...

Well, dramatic speeches are all part of being a hero, really. If nothing else, it kept his hand in. And he will accept the wine, anything else would just be insulting.]

A trifle parched, I daresay- but thank you for your well-timed aid. With such generosity, it's no wonder you're the best-loved of us all. [A smile, and a thirsty quaff; no point in wondering what she'd done to it after all, now was there?]

[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.}

[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!]