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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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[ it's sort of funny, really. ganymede has always been rather self-sufficient; in olympus, after all, he'd been singular, unique, the only one of zeus' extra-marital affairs to actually be brought to the realm of the gods and made immortal. hera had hated him (though the other gods had been kind to him, as best they knew how), so it had been up to him to survive there somehow without going mad.

even now, in this modern world, he's quite independent. he does as he likes and damn the pantheon, because he was never really 'one of them' to begin with.

it's why it makes his relief at seeing that single little question on his phone so very puzzling. maybe he's getting soft, but he's.. painfully fond of vivian. ]

TO: viv

I've certainly had better days, but I'll survive. I'll want a very, very long bath when I'm home, though.

[ Vivian, on the other hand, knows damn well why he's relieved when his smartphone makes that soft little tinkling chime that marks any correspondence with Ganymede. the deity may think he can look after himself, but even with his powers at full-blast Vivian knows he needs more than just a fashionable escort. weakened like this... the way his hands shake at the thought of Gan getting himself done over in the middle of Central Africa isn't just the coffee. ]

[ he shows his own affection the only way he knows how: ruthless efficiency. ]

TO: "Ganymede";

Consider the taps running. Your eta's 3:15am Pacific, I've organized a car, and your menu choices tonight are home-made pizza or pan-fried atlantic salmon. Been trying to green-light a script about you. You-you, not Tuesday-you. Wouldn't want you to burn out on me, and a blockbuster works way better than some dusty old library books, right?

Fly safe.

[ even as miserable as he's been all day, he can't help the smile at the message he receives. that's his viv, all right. ]

TO: viv

Love you too, darling. I'll see you soon, and do put down the coffee and take a nap in the meantime. I want you running on more than caffeine and adrenaline when I'm home, all right?

[ it feels like the longest flight he's ever been on, but he knows that's just pain and exhaustion speaking. after all, he's not the most well-known of the olympians to begin with, so to have the few sources of information about him destroyed means he's at the lowest point he's ever been in. by the time the plane lands, he actually has to be carried off and into the car, which is just pathetic as far as he's concerned.

and then.. he's asleep, curled up in the seat, when the car pulls into his drive. ]

[ sleep. Vivian isn't sure he remembers how to sleep. but he manages regardless, eventually, knows when to do what he's told. but he's tumultuous and restless, burying his hot face against crisp, cool linen. ]

[ his alarm goes off at midnight, but he killed his internal bodyclock with his first PA job, so he just gets up and goes back to work. gets a call when Gan lands at the airport, another when he's on the block, and Vivian is waiting to open the door — like a butler. not anxious. not anxious at all. ]

[ Ganymede looks fragile, and sickly in the yellow car interior light, but Vivian still finds him unspeakably fucking beautiful. he hooks an arm under skinny knees, another 'round the waist, and drapes his master over his shoulder like some kind of swooning maiden, carrying him inside to the waiting bath. ]

[ it scares him, how light he feels. as weightless as an idea. ]

[ he rouses once they enter the warmth of the bathroom, blinking himself awake and realizing that he's being carried (again). for a moment, he's disoriented, but then he remembers where he'd been going and where he must be, and squirms his way out of vivian's arms, feet hitting the floor unsteadily. his arms quickly wind around the mortal man's neck to help support himself, smile shaky and weary, but still bright. ]

Hello, Darling. Is that worried look for me? [ he lifts a hand away, fingers brushing gently over his brow. ] None of that, you'll give yourself lines. I'll be fine.

[ he sinks down carefully onto the edge of the big tub, toeing off his shoes and tugging his shirt up over his head, dropping it to the side. it-- really does feel good to be home, here with vivian again. some days, it feels like viv is the one person in the world that sees him as more than just a pretty face and a trendy lay. ]

[ despite himself, Ganymede's smile, the light touch of his hand like an anointment, calms Vivian and his face smooths from those fear-dark eyes and drawn forehead back into something professional. ]

It's my job to be worried. Everyone's worried. And you... that felt like a close thing.

[ but, "everyone", that's business, and he doesn't want to bother Ganymede with a sum total list of how much shit has hit the fan. the House can wait, reporting can wait, the rest of the world can take a back seat to standing in a bathroom and watching a god slowly undress. ]

[ there's a bruise on his forearm, and it's nothing, could have happened to anyone, but on the pale arm of an immortal it seems stark and terrifying. Vivian reaches for that slender wrist to examine it, darts a blue look up. ]

Company? I'll wash your hair.

You're sweet.

[ he turns his wrist in vivian's grip, palm and fingers cupping the mortal's face, drawing him down for a quick, fond kiss. it feels like the whole world is unraveling around them, but-- that's all right, because if it has to unravel, if these are his last days, he's perfectly happy to spend them with vivian. ]

I'd love that.

[ he rises again, sliding out of his jeans, leaving himself nude-- pale and slender, comfortable in his skin as he shifts to slide into the water, ducking under briefly to wet his hair. when he comes back up, he leans against the side of the tub, folding his arms across the top and smiling at the other man. ]

You can join me if you like. You probably haven't relaxed since this whole thing started.

[ that makes Vivian chuckle warmly and run fingers through his own hair, a little abashed at being so predictable. he looks at Ganymede, peeping over the edge of the tub like a water nymph, pulls a face. ]

Hey, I had a nap.

[ but it's a token protest, since he was told to, and he's already unbuttoning his shirt anyway, stripping down. he folds up his shirt and pants neatly, places them on his shoes, comfortable taking his time. Vivian likes clothes with buttons and formality, being confined, but just because he does his collar right up to the hollow of his throat doesn't mean he's shy. ]

Shove over.

[ a grin, all teeth and flirtatiousness as he climbs in and finds the space where he can fit. ]

[ it's a big tub, so ganymede doesn't have to move far, and once vivian is settled, he slides in close again, curling in against his side with a quiet sigh. sometimes, he wonders why he bothers with anyone else when he has vivian here, but.. then, he supposes he'll always have some inexplicable weakness for older men who're used to getting what they want. ]

Only because I told you to, [ he says mock-chidingly, reaching out for the shampoo and pouring some into his hands, lathering it into his hair. ] And just because you were sleeping doesn't mean you were relaxed, Viv.

[ pushing soapy hair out of his face, he leans in, pressing swift kiss to the mortal's jaw. ]

.. I've spoken to Zeus. Briefly. [ there's a slight falter as he mentions the god's name, because no matter how long he's been away, he'll always love and miss him. ] He's being obstinate, of course, but I suppose he's just trying to protect us all.

[ 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.

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?

[ 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. ]

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