Love's Twisted Fate

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆

[11/14/2024] 

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆. Like, just turn around, I am quite embarrassed of this, tbh.

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Sitting on his orchid-colored throne, overviewing the tangled masses of the sharp vines and pump grapes hanging from the tall trees. Pumpkin scent wafts through the air, the nippy chill snapping at his uncovered legs, wearing nothing but blue jean shorts and an emerald cardigan that swayed in the wispy breeze while the warm beams of light of the sun were directed at his face, showing off his tan skin. 

Dionysus leaned back on his throne, his black freckles becoming more prominent in the bright light as the sun slowly climbed higher into the baby blue sky. The god was in dire need of a cup of wine; a praise to himself after sending a nest of bright snakes into the bed of the man who spat blasphemy on his good name, himself he would call 'witty'. 

With a snap of his fingers, a clear glass of red wine appeared in his hand, lying sideways on his throne while one of his male followers painted the nails of his bare foot. He tilted his head up as he closed his purple eyes, basking in the light as a strand of his golden hair fell into his face. Interrupting his peace, along came Hermes. 

Most of the time, this would not be a bother to the god, he would be ecstatic seeing Hermes, even. But Dionysus was still on the edge after the problem with the mortal, and he simply wanted rest. Scrunching his nose in distaste, he groaned in annoyance, perhaps Hermes would get the implication and leave?

"What?" Dionysus whined as Hermes pranced closer to the throne. The god of messengers either could not read his body language, or he merely did not care, but it was likely the latter. He threw his head back, as a child would do as he took a large gulp of his wine. Hermes shrugged as he placed a note on the other's lap, eerily similar to the one he sent his victim not long ago.

"I don't ask questions, so I'm not sure what the note is about," Hermes replied, his black shades that concealed his eyes gleaming in the sunlight. "My policy."

With an obvious side-eye, Dionysus snatched the latter and harshly tore it open as Hermes flew away with a laugh at the other's frustrations. Not bothering to read it fully, he skimmed through the words, getting informed that the mortal he got his revenge on was either delusional or actually Pothos. 

Then, the god of longing's signature at the bottom lit fire, burning the paper in Dionysus's hand. The god let out a high-pitched yelp, dropping the letter onto the grassy ground, which miraculously did not catch fire also. The paper was licked with golden flames, it turned black as it shrunk, eventually turning to ash.

"Well, shit."

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟓𝟑 (Or something)