I know I didnāt post anything for pride month, it was too far back in my drafts, so take this instead:
Thanatos finds the other inmates of the Diabolon setting up for something one morning and goes to see what it is.
As much as he loathes this cave and every inch of it evokes the deepest loathing with ing his soul, the fact he can no longer see those horribly familiar plain rock walls and crevices under are the glitter and rainbow fabric doesnāt cheer his mood.
These ridiculous fools are shouting āhappy pride!ā to each other and then playing that strange modern music, how on earth they even got a speaker, he has no idea.
Seth runs up to him, practically skipping from giddy delight and wishes him this same āhappy pride!ā Thanatos is unaware of this festival or its significance so he simply raised a disdainful eyebrow. Instead of cowering back and apologising like anyone with half a brain would do (admittedly he shouldnāt be expecting such high levels of intellect from Seth anyway) Seth just thrusts a little badge into his hand, smiles and runs over to Fenrir, who- oh dear, they really have made quite a mess of the poor mutt, dying his fur and putting bows behind his ears. How amusing.
He turns his attention back to the pin. It is in the shape of a mortal heart, though not anatomically accurate, the ones used to symbolise love. It is divided into four colours, black, silver, white and purple. Heās not quite sure what it means but it is certainly within his colour scheme.
He takes his time wandering through the fiasco, quietly observing their behaviour and language for context and clues. They all seemed to be in general agreement that ālove is loveā, āwe deserve to choose how we express ourselves and our genderā and other logical facts. Why they were choosing to celebrate it wasnāt particularly surprising, he had never come across a culture that didnāt celebrate love and approved of their sentiment, if not the racket they were making.
He saw a little definition for the colours of his pin - asexuality. That sounded about right. He fastened it to his cloak at the chest. He was never one to enjoy loud noise and such raucous celebrations for the sake of it but he wasnāt going to stop them. Mostly because it would probably anger the Omnitheon, and the thought of inconveniencing them cheering him up to no end.
He retreated to his corner of the cave, out of sight and away from everyone, content, for now, to simply distance himself from the noise.
Well, almost entirely distance himself.
As he turned the corner out of sight of the festivities he muttered quietly, more to himself than any of the others:
