IC: EVENT

[bossman]

A TERRIBLE THING IS HAPPENING

reference books detailing myths and legends stolen from libraries...
wikipedia pages wiped clean from the face of the internet...
ancient stained glass windows smashed and destroyed...
historical research centers burnt to the ground...

Someone out there is trying very, very hard to erase all of the possible sources of power and belief of the ancient gods and goddesses. And it hurts. Whilst the powers of the minders are unharmed by the attacks, the gods and goddesses will be certainly feeling the toll: it's now painfully clear that even the simplest of miracles are now becoming almost impossible to perform.

deities, you had better have gifted your minders with some decent blessings! Because now you're going to rely on them more than ever. Someone is out to get you.

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[haberdashing]

[ ah, Zeus. the one aspect of Ganymede's life that Vivian will never understand. but then, it's not his job to. but it is his job to hear that slight catch in his voice, and touch the line of Ganymede's back comfortingly, wet fingers trailing the knobs of his spine. ]

Must be scary. I mean you — you were already a mortal once, right? You can tough it out. Some of those guys don't seem to be able to function without all their fancy Jedi mind tricks.

[ When Ganymede's hair is sculpted with foam, Vivian helps ease him down towards the water, cupping it in his hands and letting it run warm over his forehead and crown. ]

But he's the guy in charge. He has to make the big decisions.

[hydrokhoos]

Yeah. [ for a moment, he's quiet, eyes shut and lanky legs propped up on the edge of the tub. ] .. I'm a little worried about him. And the others, of course, but-- [ mainly zeus. ] Big tough god or not, he's never been this.. helpless. And he has his faults, of course, but-- [ was there anyone zeus could even talk to? he and hera never seemed to be on the same page, and then things with his brothers could be good, awful, or any degree in between. ]

[ he breathes out a laugh after a moment, scrubbing the back of a damp hand over his eyes and then sitting up abruptly. water sluices down the slender back and chest, long hair sticking to his face and shoulders as he gets up onto his knees and swings one over vivian's hips, settling lightly on his knees.

he smiles, then, reaching out to cup the mortal's face, then leaning up and in to brush a kiss over his chin. ]

I'm sorry, listen to me whining. You've not been so very busy while I've been gone, have you?

[haberdashing]

[ it's there in Ganymede's voice, worry, longing, desire to reach out and help. underneath all the god stuff, he's the kind of guy who wants to give himself away — to charities, to older men — and it's what Vivian likes most about him, that generous nature, even as it concerns him. ]

[ but then Ganymede slides into his lap and Vivian's eyes light up. he nuzzles against one soft cheek, grinning slightly at the question. ]

Who me? Nah. I live the high life while you're not around.

[ he strokes his hands from the tops of Ganymede's shoulders, all the way down his back to the waterline, wet and slow, fingers against the muscle. it all seems so fragile right now. ]

I just eat all your good food... lie around listening to Vivaldi... throw parties...

[ he's talking such obvious shit, for the sake of wringing out a smile. he kisses Ganymede's nose, which is unusually sentimental by Viv's standards, but he's feeling a little romantic tonight, in that end-of-the-world sort of way. ]