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[inuyasock]

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[gadabouts]

So how much has your domain changed over the last couple thousand years?

[ look, he didn't bombard aphrodite with questions the moment he realized who she was. surely, his restraint has earned him a few answers. ]

[besotted]

( ...yeah, alright. she'll bite. )

The intricacies of love and lust have never changed. The world and all her glorious inhabitants have changed around them, though. Isn't that evolution a portion of your studies?

[gadabouts]

It is.

Though in my field, getting an interview with a primary source is pretty unlikely.

[besotted]

So my insight gains you a leg up in your academic field.

What does it gain me?

[gadabouts]

Well, not exactly.

I hate to say it, sweetheart, but I'm fairly certain citing you wouldn't play well with my colleagues.

[besotted]

I've other names, plenty far more palatable for your work friends. If you're writing papers, I'll take my credit.

[gadabouts]

I'll keep that in mind, and I'll make sure to let you know. But mostly, I'm just curious.

[besotted]

Alright, well.

Have you ever been in love, Bartholomew?

[gadabouts]

Love?

I think so. I was at the time, anyway. Helena Farbridge, she was an ambassador's daughter I knew in grad school.

[besotted]

And what effect did loving Helena Farbridge have on you?

Did your heart beat an uncomfortably loud, ever persistent drum inside your chest whenever you looked upon her? Did your guts twist and writhe? Did it turn your face flush? Or your palms clammy ⁠— much to embarrassment, of course, because you wished nothing more than to touch her. To touch her face, her neck; caress her shoulders, anchor your fingers across her hips, or else thread them through her hair?

Did your mind stray to her fondly; imagine her face, her intricacies, how pleasant your life would be with her involved?

Does it still?

[gadabouts]

[ he'd dated helena farbridge for a couple years. felt serious about her, as well: looked towards the future, gallivanting around the world with somebody incredibly competent and incredibly beautiful. ]

For a while, yeah.
And a part of me still thinks that.
But she tried to kill me, so that sort of ended things.

[besotted]

Ah, that tends to put a damper on romance, yes.

You're not the first that's happened to, and you won't be the last. And perhaps that's an extension of my point: all those swirling, tumultuous, exhilarating feelings you felt ⁠— all your love and your lust, all that longing and all that loss ⁠— are the exact same emotions that have encapsulated mankind since the very beginning. Our domains don't change, for they're as rooted in human existence as breathing.

[gadabouts]

Not usually the relationship ending I expect.

[ it gives hima lot to think about, and it's a few minutes before he responds. ]

I think you about hit the nail on the head, which isn't surprising.
Given who you are, and all.
What came first, the domains or the Gods?

[besotted]

I don't know, I never really cared to ask. But I assume I was born into what I have become just as much as you were.

[gadabouts]

A house in the suburbs, you mean?

[besotted]

A house in the suburbs, the seafoam off Paphos... Both rather picturesque, don't you think?

Ask me another question.

[gadabouts]

What do you do with your time?

[besotted]

Leisurely? I enjoy travel, food, wine, parties, Hallmark movies... All the simple indulgences are my favorite. I keep a few birds, I bother my children, insist to my family that I miss them but seldom go out of my way to visit. And I talk to you ♥

( read: blatantly fuck with the lives of mortals like an afterthought.

also see: blatantly fuck. )

On a more business end of things, the world is welcome for the likes of Tinder, Mac products, and Glamor Magazine.

[gadabouts]

Making time for me among your busy schedule of decadence? I’m honored.

[ he’s only sassing a little. enough to amuse a notoriously fickle goddess, hopefully. ]

Tinder and Glamour I could guess, but Mac is a bit of a surprise.

[ though he corrects himself a moment later: ]

Wait.
Apple products?
As in Apple-of-Discord products?

[besotted]

As you should be. ( sass noted and considered adorable. )

Mac cosmetics, not Macbooks. Apple is entirely creditable to Jobs and Wozniak, there was very little interference there.

But I think I bought stocks in the 80's. I like their logo.

[gadabouts]

Ah, that does make more sense.
I’m sure that keeps you busy and incredibly wealthy.

[besotted]

Both of which are far better than boredom. Live too long, with too little excitement, it'll drive anyone crazy.

So what about you? When you're not digging around, or else talking to me, what do you get up to?

[gadabouts]

I spend a lot of time digging, to be honest. And other adventures.

[ read: tomb raiding. ]

I teach. I write, I read, I sometimes watch television.

[besotted]

Have you watched The Knight Before Christmas yet?

[gadabouts]

It was charming, and very silly.