Avariel

@hyckinthos Location: let's go to the beach beach Notes: Apollo needed a vacation from his vacation and i had a dream so we doin it

Baking in the sun wasn't Hyacinth's idea of fun, but his lover had a preference to the warm sands and the soft beaches of this realm; considering the events of The End, some time away indulging the God that had died in his arms was the very least that the avariel could do. As bare as the day he was born, feathers lined with gold stayed folded behind him as he kept his gaze focused on the book in his lap before Apollo called out. A trick of the light spun a discus of gold into the other's hands, the God did always have a very acute sense of humor. Another head injury was on the horizon, "Let's see if Zephyrus is still bitter." Hyacinth said as he stood and moved through the warm sand to take a stance. He knew very well what Apollo was trying to do and while the Spartan had his resolve he was incapable of resisting a goad when it was placed in front of him.

Blatant Daario thirst post 💙

"Hyacinth, please, you're such a tease." Narcissus put another santa hat on the avariel's head, fixing it so it was aesthetically pleasing at all times. He couldn't have it flopping around everywhere. "So, Senator, what are your plans for our kind? Our poor, helpless kind?"

Another santa hat was placed on his head and since the holidays were over the demigod figured it was likely time for him to hit the road. "You're helpless?" Hyacinth smiled, knowing well that Narcissus and the rest of their kind were anything but. A seat at the table was a good start, if nothing else Hyacinth could ensure that his kind weren't taken advantage of again.

Prometheus used to throw caution to the wind and drink his little heart out, singing songs and laughing with the humans until dawn. The only problem was he metabolized everything far too quickly - a speeding trip around the block and he was mostly sober again. And, as an energetic drunk, the avariel's fun lasted about 10 minutes before he was off and running about. So he rarely bothered; he hadn't been drunk since Eden. But as he grinned at the sight of a drunk Hyacinth, he reminisced about how fun it might be to indulge again. "What whole thing?" He muttered wryly, taking the other avariel's drink. "All's well. I got a nice place in the Dusk Court until I figure some things out in the city but I appreciate the offer." Pros grinned in amusement before draining most of what remained. "Gods-" He coughed, cringing as he handed back the glass and laughed. "You know this is definitely more than wine, right?"

"The elves?!" Hyacinth sputtered, here the Spartan was thinking that Prometheus would have been sick of them by now, "You know things are bad when you have to move back in with your grandparents or-" Prometheus was older than all of them, "Nieces and nephews." Talk about embarrassing, but red faced and cheery, Hyacinth couldn't help but laugh at the thought. "Relax, it's a party, of course there's a lot more than alcohol in it- you should get used to it considering where you'll be living." Elves and their tricks, the Dusk especially. Hyacinth tipped the drink to his lips again and went quiet as if he was deep in thought, brow furrowed as though he were about to express one of his profound thoughts once more. Instead he just began to giggle.

"Sometimes I feel like you take me for granted," Narcissus sighed, standing up now as he fixed his santa hat. They showed off his beautiful horns, and that was just the way the tiefling liked it, "Come on. I want mulled wine. Are you excited to see the markets? Rome is trash, but I'll lighten the mood for us."

As far as Hyacinth was concerned, once you'd seen one of these markets you'd pretty much seen all of them. Narcissus' perpetual good mood was refreshing at least, it was nice that Hyacinth wasn't expected to say much of anything. He could always count on the tiefling to entertain himself for any length of time. "I am." That was a lie but he'd never say no to wine.

Hyacinth was such a good friend. Narcissus stood by that, all things considering. The Spartan prince sat there and listened to him, and Narcissus wished for nothing more. "Anyway, I know it wasn't that great for you, but I had a good time." A pause, a blessed pause, and Narcissus picked up another bottle of very expensive wine, "Where are you going to live now? Oh favored lover. Elysium is gone. Shame. I really deserved to go there."

Narcissus had been talking for so long that Hyacinth had simply stopped listening, it was entirely possible when the Spartan put the bulk of his effort towards it. Narcissus had asked a question and then when there was a period of silence, only then did Hyacinth realise that Narcissus' lips were no longer moving. The Spartan looked up and aptly phrased his own question. "Hm?"