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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.

[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]

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?

[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?

[olympic_lion]

And if it's reasonable, I'll pay it gladly. If it isn't, I have a coupon. It reads, 'Give me what I want or I tear your Underworld down around your ears.' It's a very good coupon, I think.

[It's her second comment that made him sigh, shaking his head; see, it's this kind of attitude that makes him prefer the company of men to gods.]

Doubtless their struggles seem so tiny to you, watching idly as the ages pass you by untouched. But you never will understand from your lofty height, Aphrodite; humanity is something that has to be experienced from the inside to be appreciated. And what you perceive as tiresome can be more profound than you may ever choose to grasp.

[sweetpassions]

I'd hardly call that a coupon, Hercules. Really, when a threat is a threat, call it a threat.

{Oh shush you rebellious man-child you. She will get grumpy.}

That was a mouthful. Are you tired after that speech? {With a snap of her fingers, a goblet of wine appears.} Here.

[diffident_light]

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

[diffident_light]

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

[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.

[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?]

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.]

[olympic_lion]

[Hercules might argue the reason, if things were different. He might speak of a hero knowing he has the power to change things for the better, and the responsibility that power brings; he might speak of how a hero knows just how little justice there is in the world beyond what he brings, and how very good it feels to add a little more; he might mention how even beyond riches and rewards and maidens' sweet lips, the true value of knowing you did the right thing is the one that sticks with a man-

He might have spoken of all these things and more, for he's been a hero for a very, very long time. But at the moment? He plays, and he gets to see what good Orpheus always saw in her.]

[diffident_light]

[Sunlight is in her steps, feet floating over the ground as though she's barely touching it. Each graceful arc of her arms is the wind, the curve of her spine a bubbling steam. Her hair flies around her as she spins and leaps, each movement unchoreographed yet exquisitely completed.

Eurydice dances the springtime she doesn't have anymore.]

[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.

[onlyequalizer]

[HATERS GONNA HATE. TOO MUCH MANLINESS FOR YOU?]

And since when are the dead so concerned over what affects the living?

[sweetpassions]

My point precisely. Your time has run its course.

[diffident_light]

[Please. Nymph knows her way around a man. But there is more to it than swift efficiency, ok? Ok.]

When they venture down to plead for our release. I'm told you frown on that sort of thing - balances and so forth.