Do You Enjoy Speaking To Yourself As If We Can Not Hear You And Your Thoughts?

"Was it not you, yourself that chose your faith? You make it seem as if I had exiled you to rule the Underworld when it was your own hand that picked your faith."

The ruler of the Olympians eyed his brother, not budging and standing in place. Showing that he has no fear of the other and if a fight were to break out, the others would quickly show up to protect their Father.

He stopped, as if considering his brother’s request, before simply replying with, “No.”

 He paced before Zeus slowly, his ashen robes flowing over the gleaming floors of Olympus. Everything on Olympus was gleaming and pristine and he was decaying and decrepit.

 ”I sought only to see my old home. You expect to lock me in that prison of a kingdom and not miss the very mountain I was raised?”

Had you not been impatient, you would have received one. So instead, I shall wish you a good night.

It seems that if you are not a God you are not granted a greeting.

Typical. 

However, such things are too predictable for me to dwell upon … I shall retire for the night with my husband. 

Goodnight. 

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He was quite impressed by the kindness the artist had shown. It was more than he was expecting and the man had even offered the little of the clean water he had to the beggar who had stopped by without notice, claimed to be Jupiter and asked for water of all things.

Hearing about the wine, however, caused him to crack into a smile. With a small motion of his hand, he took the water and had refilled the empty water jugs located in the other room as a means of thanks.

"You had mentioned that you are an artist, signore? Mind sharing any of your recent pieces?" He took a sip of the water before taking the seat that had been offered to him before. Wandering eyes glanced around the room in hopes of seeing just the next greatest masterpiece.

“Certainly, hold on just one moment. You may come in if you like while I try to find some available. My workshop has plenty of paints, but little food and water I am afraid.” He beckons for the man to come inside, closing the door behind him as he tries to think to himself where he put any glasses he may have had. 

“Feel free to have a seat if you are tired,” he said as he made his way over to a cupboard, finding one small cup available and dusting it off. He left the man alone temporarily as he went into another room, and soon came back with a half full cup of water, handing it to him gently. 

“Mi dispiace, I do not have much clean water available here. Most of the water is used for cleaning and preparations. For the most part there is just wine stored away.” 

You dare speak to your father with such a tone?

fatherofgodsandmen started following you

What the hell do you want?

It would be a great lie if he were to never admit that he was a jealous man. Just as Hera would occasionally show her jealousy towards him with her nearly endless anger, slight flames began flowing within his eyes. "I agree, but as I've said, none other are worthy of you."

His implications were strong and possessive, just as he were the King of the Gods, he wished to be her king as well.

She made a sound in her throat, but the marble offered no resistance when he pulled her closer, one of her legs laced over a thigh. Swallowing thickly, she looked down at the arm around her waist, and managed a mute nod. Seconds ticked by before she spoke. “Well, I wouldn’t be a very good personification of lust, would I.. if no one but you were to partake of my fruit?”

Then learn to speak more quietly, Thanatos.

I do it all the time what’s going to stop me now?

Few could argue with the fact that he was a man of temptation and impulse, often bedding women before he had even realized it was lust getting the better of him, thus forgetting those whom he should call lovers. He held her steady, looking back into her eyes and returned with a small exchange of words, "do I look as if I long for anything else?"

He placed his hand on the nape of her neck, tugging on her hair as he pulled her forward once more giving her another kiss. This one was filled with lust, temptation and passion. She was a beautiful woman and he was certainly going to enjoy himself with her.

She rose into him, against him, like he was the shore and she the waves. Her hand fell against his chest, and gods help her, she couldn’t deny him, not again. He had held himself back like a stallion, chomping at the bit, for eons, for thousands of years, and she couldn’t bear to be that cruel anymore. She kissed him back sweetly and hungry, teeth raking over his lower lip as she pulled back to look into his eyes. “Is this what you truly want? I will not deny you any longer..” 

The beggar shrugged, "it doesn't hurt to try. Do you have water to share?" He coughs a bit, testing the heart of the other.

A man of jokes, I see. What reason would Jupiter himself have to come see a poor humble artist such as myself?