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❧Dance ❧With ❧Me?




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➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
➷ ...Something like that!

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[fliesonfour]

[He looked down and smiled almost modestly for a moment, all fondness. He was not shy about just how fond he was, of either his dear pair, or any of his friends.]

That will be difficult; he does like oysters. I would eat them all for him, but he'd certainly call me names then and not see it our way. The Mademoiselle is not as fond of bees as he is of oysters, so that will be less troublesome.

Do you have yourself a forever-someone then, Monsieur?

[kouros]

[Apollo loses a bit of that light he's had. He's still glowing, since god of light and all, but it's decidedly...less]

It...no, sadly. I do not. I am not allowed to marry the Muses, much as I would like to, and other than them I rarely have such luck.

[fliesonfour]

You know, it is not such a pity yet.

[He assured, losing none of his own shine, brows raising a bit.]

We have limited time and, naturally, find ours quickly. I am very greedy and well-to-do, with having two. But as you have quite a bit more time than I, it simply takes longer. But, not to worry, not nearly! You will find he, or she, or them; that you will.

[kouros]

It would help, I suppose, if the hero types were not always so attractive. Heroes almost always die far too young, yet....well, look at your leader fellow.

[fliesonfour]

They are, at that! Very magnetic, and the like.

He's rather not the type to be interested in the functions of the body; he is more statue than man, really; but I shall introduce you, if you fancy it. Enjolras is quite vital and healthy; I cannot imagine hs dying at all, ever.

[And Joly thinks he might possibly be immortal. Or, at least the most immortal man he has known until today.

Sob.]

[kouros]

Oh, no. Gods, no. He is spoken for and, frankly, not my sort of man. But he is a hero of sorts and you cannot tell me you can imagine him dying of old age.

[fliesonfour]

He is spoken for?

[Joly is giving you A Look.

The number of people who take Patria to be a real lady is, honestly, astonishing...

Though he puzzles a bit at the question.]

...I do not generally imagine him dying of anything.

[kouros]

Yes, although he does not know it.

[Grantaire.....]

And that, my friend, is how you know he his a hero of sorts.

[fliesonfour]

[Joly is chipper, but not unwise. His gaze still sticks to him.

He hadn't liked the implication.

And as he's a Grade-A worry wart... time to cover the bases.]

You have hinted he will die young, Monsieur?

[kouros]

It is possible. I see outcomes, not certainties, when it comes to your kind. Humans are unpredictable and I cannot track every human's path. That is left to the Fates. I simply see what might and will be.

[fliesonfour]

[A relief.]

Then that will be prevented, of course! Especially if he's spoken for.

[kouros]

Indeed, and I believe who know who by.

[fliesonfour]

Then, you must tell me.

[He goes to take a seat, inviting himself. Only wine would make this better, really; he loves gossip.]

[kouros]

Why, your drunk friend. I thought that was obvious--I do not even need to look beyond a few days from now to see that. I am no Eros, so I cannot say how reciprocated it is, but I could never attempt to seduce someone who has such a desperate, devoted follower.

[fliesonfour]

Ahah! Grand R is something of a shade of deeply devoted.

[A pause, puzzling it, before he shook his head.]

But no. Alas! I disagree. He enjoys Enjolras because he is unattainable; should Enjolras stoop-- and this is his opinion, not mine, I am very fond of Grantaire, very fond-- stoop to the level of accepting him, Grantaire would not think it Enjolras anymore, and would be more dejected than he already is. Love is suffering, sometimes! I would rather not have to suffer; perhaps you ought to charm him, instead?

[kouros]

Oh, I did not mean to imply that, Enjolras was it? That he should accept the drunkard, simply that the drunkard is more devoted to that man than my own oracle was back in my youth. And I've no desire to charm the drunk, either. I imagine he would be able to sense my divinity or at least the healing aspects of it and avoid me as though I were Thanatos.

[fliesonfour]

[Colour him visibly impressed.]

You make a quick study of men. I'm afraid I'm running out of friends to offer you.

[kouros]

Only the ones that interest me. I actually ran into the drunk--quite literally, I might add--fetching my brother from a wine shop the other night.

[fliesonfour]

Ah! Had he made a companion of your brother? And did he rant at your gravely then?

[kouros]

He was far too drunk to rant. Dionysus made certain of that, and if you were the one sent to tend to him the following morning I apologize.

[fliesonfour]

Ah-hah. So this is the reason for the ache between his brows that he spoke of! Made by Dionysus, with no metaphor involved.

Pray, was your brother the one to give recommendations of your wellness center in earshot of our group's memebers?

[kouros]

Likely. It was either him or Hermes. Did he look like about fifteen but was obviously not?

[fliesonfour]

[Joly blinks.]

I do remember someone of the sort, now that you bring it to mind...

It seems your family quite intimately interested in us, if I might say so? [Though this he doesn't find surprising; is there any better company in all of Paris?]

[kouros]

More like your group happens to have literally every sort of person my siblings and I gravitate towards, save of course for women. My sister Artemis is the only one I suspect you won't be meeting as it is all men.

[fliesonfour]

You flock, like birds! That is the best way to do it, I think. Friends and family kept near, always. We do have a very varied and special group, though; I should say so. I will now have a game of Spot the God during all meetings.