[Sleep doesn't take him often, if at all, so opening his eyes to the wisteria branches and laughing nymphs is startling. He sits up with a jerk, looking around frantically. He couldn't have possibly been so careless to let himself fall asleep on the surface, could he?
The personal maid, a perky, cheerful, and round woman, tries to explain to him what this place is, but his attention is scattered and only catches some parts. He can feel cobblestones underneath his feet as he moves from the little secluded glade. And people startle as he makes his way down the street towards Pheme's house- black toga attire with cowl and huge scythe in tow- it's more than obvious he doesn't belong here.
After spotting another person in front of the house, he walks up to them, trying not to look intimidating, but also serious.]
What is this place? Is it true that Pheme organized all this?
2. Welcome Drinks
[Thanatos doesn't socialize. In fact, Thanatos refrains from making connections with humans because of his -job- so this entire affair with invitations, getting dressed up so much he can't breathe, and attending a gathering is way too much. He had planned to show up for ten minutes and then leave, instantly. But then he slowed down and thought about it that this could be his chance to gather any information on what Pheme has been doing. He's never heard of her going "off the hook" like this before...
Choosing almost entirely black attire may have been a bad idea as it makes him look even more morose with that scowl on his face. But when drink has been nudged into his hand, he looked at it and didn't drink it.]
You shouldn't drink it either. It probably comes with a price. [Everything comes with a price, and sometimes it's not gold they ask for.]
3. Skinny Dipping
[He should've known that entering suspicious places would lead to things like this. At least it was just a jungle, a forest, hard for someone like him to get lost. He finds the pools soon enough, with the help of those giggles. Looking around, he doesn't spot anyone, so he crouches and splashes his face a few times.]
This is as good a place as any...
[And he proceeds to switch out of the formal clothes, ditching them to the side, and stepping into the pool to freshen up before he tries to put on the more comfortable toga back on. Yes, he brought it with him because he wanted to get rid of the other clothes eventually.
At the rustle of the branches and leaves, he straightens up and looks around, not caring for his state of undress, but more for someone who's trying to sneak up on him.]
Show yourself.
4. Butterflies
[Now that he's back into his normal robes, he can continue his way through the jungle and back from where he came from, eager to return to the 'normal' world. There's nothing normal here, but at least it won't be a jungle.
He does stop, however, to watch a swarm of butterflies fly past him, curious. They look so fragile and not scared of him at all. Bringing up one hand, one of them lands on his finer, then second, then third. They are truly beautiful. But also...
Jumping in surprise when he hears a voice, his hand jerks, and the butterflies leave. Looking back, he spots someone trying to catch up to him.]
Is there something wrong? [Although, maybe he should start asking himself that, what with this evergrowing feeling of hotness in his cheeks that spreads throughout.]
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Thanatos | Hades
[Sleep doesn't take him often, if at all, so opening his eyes to the wisteria branches and laughing nymphs is startling. He sits up with a jerk, looking around frantically. He couldn't have possibly been so careless to let himself fall asleep on the surface, could he?
The personal maid, a perky, cheerful, and round woman, tries to explain to him what this place is, but his attention is scattered and only catches some parts. He can feel cobblestones underneath his feet as he moves from the little secluded glade. And people startle as he makes his way down the street towards Pheme's house- black toga attire with cowl and huge scythe in tow- it's more than obvious he doesn't belong here.
After spotting another person in front of the house, he walks up to them, trying not to look intimidating, but also serious.]
What is this place? Is it true that Pheme organized all this?
2. Welcome Drinks
[Thanatos doesn't socialize. In fact, Thanatos refrains from making connections with humans because of his -job- so this entire affair with invitations, getting dressed up so much he can't breathe, and attending a gathering is way too much. He had planned to show up for ten minutes and then leave, instantly. But then he slowed down and thought about it that this could be his chance to gather any information on what Pheme has been doing. He's never heard of her going "off the hook" like this before...
Choosing almost entirely black attire may have been a bad idea as it makes him look even more morose with that scowl on his face. But when drink has been nudged into his hand, he looked at it and didn't drink it.]
You shouldn't drink it either. It probably comes with a price. [Everything comes with a price, and sometimes it's not gold they ask for.]
3. Skinny Dipping
[He should've known that entering suspicious places would lead to things like this. At least it was just a jungle, a forest, hard for someone like him to get lost. He finds the pools soon enough, with the help of those giggles. Looking around, he doesn't spot anyone, so he crouches and splashes his face a few times.]
This is as good a place as any...
[And he proceeds to switch out of the formal clothes, ditching them to the side, and stepping into the pool to freshen up before he tries to put on the more comfortable toga back on. Yes, he brought it with him because he wanted to get rid of the other clothes eventually.
At the rustle of the branches and leaves, he straightens up and looks around, not caring for his state of undress, but more for someone who's trying to sneak up on him.]
Show yourself.
4. Butterflies
[Now that he's back into his normal robes, he can continue his way through the jungle and back from where he came from, eager to return to the 'normal' world. There's nothing normal here, but at least it won't be a jungle.
He does stop, however, to watch a swarm of butterflies fly past him, curious. They look so fragile and not scared of him at all. Bringing up one hand, one of them lands on his finer, then second, then third. They are truly beautiful. But also...
Jumping in surprise when he hears a voice, his hand jerks, and the butterflies leave. Looking back, he spots someone trying to catch up to him.]
Is there something wrong? [Although, maybe he should start asking himself that, what with this evergrowing feeling of hotness in his cheeks that spreads throughout.]
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