— pheme
Many details of Ella’s life still swam in spaces in Pheme’s mind. There were areas and memories Pheme delighted in, and others she cringed inwardly at. One key factor was relationships. She, as Ella, had dated Ty… who was actually none other than Dionysus. And it all felt a little wild to her, but she would never admit that. He had always been the most fun to gossip with, and about. But their torrid high school love affair? Somewhat hilarious.
Still, she needed him to know she knew. And she knew that he knew, something inside of her told her so. She got dolled up in her finest, ready to prove to the world that the goddess of fame was here to play. She made it to his apartment in record time. Her driver sped across Manhattan, but he was compensated well. “Take a few laps around the neighborhood, Archie. Who knows how long this will take.”
Her high heels clacked on the pavement as she walked up, and soon, she stood in front of his door, wrapping a beat with her iron fist. “Surprise, darling. The bitch is back.”
Dionysus had been asleep - possibly his favorite mortal pastime, and yawned as the knock on the door roused him from an excellent dream about swimming naked in a lake full of wine. If it were either of the two people he wanted to see - Oliver or Hephaestus - there would have been no knock, seeing as they both had keys, and he rolled his eyes as he realized he was going to have to interact with someone straight from his nap.
He pulled some pants on (pants being a loose term for the grape-printed shorts he’d recently purchased online) and shrugged on one of his disgustingly flamboyant thrifted robes to answer the door. He hadn’t seen Ella on this doorstep ever in his life before, and between thoughts of what madness could have driven her so far from the Upper East Side bubble in which she lived, there was recognition that it wasn’t just Ella standing here.
“Oh, fuck. Not another one.” Hephaestus, Orpheus, Eurydice, Hades, Achilles, Patroclus, Ares - how many more of the divine cohort was going to show up in his life before anything started making sense. He watched her closely, eyes narrowed as he fell deep into thought. Of course, she was a goddess, he was just having a hard time figuring out which one, until those words left her perfectly painted lips. The bitch of Mount Olympus could be any one of many, but there was only one so brazen so proclaim it outright. “Pheme, darling. Long time no see.” The god of wine looked her up and down. “You did well for yourself in this mortal life, two Olympians - my father will be so proud of you.”





















