It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.
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bakerstreet2020-10-01 04:32 pm
this is so sweet
the gods have been courting him from above with their various blessings: one by one they visit him in messages and whisperings. tidings and promises brought to him should he find his way out of Hades long enough to bear their presence: parties with Dionysus, the hunt with Artemis, fuck... parasailing into hurricanes with Poseidon. if only he could make it up to the surface again.
if only he could make it up there and live longer than the few ephemeral moments that his existence had bound him to. what a joke.
but this isn't a godling who reaches out to him from the other side, but a face he's not too familiar with. it's been a long night and it's about to get longer, but unlike the rest of the Cthonic entities draped in the monotony of presiding over the dead, he never spurns away from the contact of someone willing to see him. too many years of his father's poorly hidden contempt (again, complicated), and too many years feeling abandoned to ever push anyone away. he pauses in his reflection, and takes in Ganymede. the Olympians... they're all so.
hm.]
A direct view into my bedchambers, that's an interesting thing I've never really had to worry about. [a charming, slightly arrogant but rather unintentionally so smile spreads across his face.] Please pardon the appearance, the mess is mostly in defiance to my father.
Speaking of which, I'm sure he's busying himself trying to come up with a new way to send me back to the pools of blood. They're getting increasingly ridiculous. I half expect a broccoli with a poisoned spear to face me in the Elysian coliseum next.
[don't give him ideas.]
And you, how fairs Olympus for such a fair looking man as yourself?
excellent~
[Since Zagreus doesn't seem particularly offended - if at all, going by that attractive smile - Ganymede's laugh is easy, turning cheeky at the end while he bends one leg up against him, wedging the mirror he'd gotten from Hephaestus between that leg and his other knee. Curiously studying the by all appearances young man on the other side (gods, and all, apparent age means exactly as much as one would think and as little as it shouldn't), Ganymede's eyebrows arch up in open, honest surprise at the broccoli comment. Somehow, he manages not to laugh, but a suppressed snort escapes him.]
I suppose you could eat it, if so, as long as you avoid the spear.
And as long as I don't anger Queen Hera too much with my mere presence, I fare pretty well, though it was certainly intimidating when I first came here. I'm Ganymede, by the way.
[He shrugs, long since used enough to things by now it's not really worrying. He has no idea if Zagreus would know who he is, but whether he does or not it'd be rude not to introduce himself.]
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he does, however, appreciate the small restraint of laughter that Ganymede manages to keep. most of his sense of humor comes from desperation, but the other doesn't need to know that immediately. or maybe he does? no one this self-detached is well adjusted, or makes jokes out of how ardently his father tries to time, and time again, kill him. kill? redistribute, perhaps. impossible to kill something that's already dead.]
Well, Ganymede. I'll let you in on the tiniest of secrets, if you can promise to keep it close to your heart. [he leans in, as if this is a herculean task in and of itself. somewhere, the actual hero is rolling in his grave to know that he's become an adjective, but that's a digression for another time.] Yours truly, the Prince of the Underworld, doesn't really do vegetables. I fear that broccoli would rabe me of my very soul should I try to go up in arms against it.
[now that the dog's out of the satyr bag, he relents, one deeply green eye and one blackened out and red staring amicably from the other side of the mirror.]
Ganymede... Ganymede... [it's almost on the tip of his tongue, but he's embarrassed to say that it doesn't quite ring a bell. he hates not knowing people, since technically this would be family to him. in a weird sort dotted line hierarchical matrix of sorts. his uncle's, uh. kidnapped. wine bearer. cousins? Uncle Ganymede? best not to worry too much about it. he knows all about these gods and how they like to drag others down to hell or up to heaven. he'll have to ask Nyx for the deets.]
"First came here"? I'm assuming you've climbed the rungs of the corporate ladder to make it up to the mountain of mountains, then. That's excellent. We'll have to share tips some day.
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Absolutely.
[He's good at keeping secrets, though even as he leans forward - a reflex in response to the slight intimacy of the gesture from Zagreus, as if it matters to lessen the vast gulf between them even by that much when they are both alone in their rooms - Ganymede wonders what secret could need telling this soon. The seriousness of the proclamation both fits with the joke from earlier as well as stands starkly against it, and Ganymede stares for a moment, wondering at the tone Zagreus has taken so far.
He feels like he's missing something, but, well. They've barely exchanged a couple words, "missing something" is probably inevitable.]
I'll take that secret with me to the... well, not the grave, obviously, but no one who doesn't already know won't hear it from me.
[He arches an eyebrow, a little wryly but earnest enough. Even if this is mostly a joke he'll treat it as serious until he knows otherwise.]
But it's not so much "climbed" as put where I was, my lord.
[It's reflexive, that title - there's some he does not address that way, but Ganymede hasn't ever started out not using it unless told otherwise. It's safer, certainly, with the deathless gods, and just because Zagreus can't easily get to him doesn't mean he intends to not be polite.]
And I'll do what I can, if you think you might want advice, since I can't exactly help you otherwise. I have no powers to aid you with during your escape.
But, well... [He pulls a little face, sheepish and with a faint blush colouring his cheeks, though how easily that is to see when he's sitting in the dark he doesn't know. Hopefully not at all. He blushes too easily sometimes, still.] Unless you wish to risk the queen's wrath and intend to seduce the king, intentionally or not, there wasn't much climbing involved.
[... Well, unless climbing Zeus counts. He's done that, most assuredly.]