crown

@pelcrus location: Lupercal notes: outside some bar I guess

There had been a lot on his mind as of late. His relationships with his brothers seemed to be in shambles and he was on a fucking Senate that he wasn't sure he should've been in. It was the best course of action for them though. Pelorus always thought about them when he made a decision. Whatever. He didn't need to think about that now. That was what the mead was for. Enough of that stuff and you were able to forget your own name. Or where you were. Pelorus was more of the latter right now. He'd somehow ended up on the floor, but all he could remember before that was being in the bar. How had he gotten there? Apparently he had a guardian angel though. It took him a second to realize the hand that was being held out towards him. He would've laughed if it didn't feel like he would vomit as soon as he did. "I don't even know. Maybe. How'd I get on the floor?"

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She looked far too amused at the whole situation. 4000 years was a long time to know someone and not know that person. He seemed as puzzling as ever, someone she'd successfully wooed but still... the disconnect was there. A new beginning was in order, perhaps. By the mention of a certain vampire Marshal Atarniel furrowed her brows together in confusion, but realized how he knew rather quickly. Of course, his powers, her damned looks towards Salvador. She certainly wasn't subtle about her desires, but why would she? "Get over yourself, this is your battle not mine. Plus, I do think 4000 years of abstinence does count as being an official divorce, so. I don't think you're in a position to push your ideals onto me," though she meant no harm with her words. Quite the opposite: their back and forth only reminded her of their former glory. "So, what about you? Finally found someone or are you just commenting on my love life?" love life, she didn't dare to look into Salvador's direction then, "someone to dick down, bestie?" Atarniel grinned.

"Ah Atarniel, that's where you're wrong. This is all of our battles. You just choose not to acknowledge it." His shoulders lifted in a shrug. It didn't much matter to Pelorus where her loyalties lay. If she wanted to fuck a vampire, she could fuck a vampire. If she wanted to declare she was a lycan woman, then she could be a lycan woman. At the end of the day, it was of no concern to him and he was absolutely not going to pretend that it was. "We can't have a divorce if we were never married." He lifted his foot onto the bench he was sat upon and looked around the forum. "If you don't like what I'm saying, you know y ou don't have to listen, right?" He was sure Atarniel was incapable of not getting her two cents in though. They were alike in that way. "Commenting on your love life? I'm commenting on your poor choices. Big difference." He leaned back slightly. "I've found plenty of people to fuck though. Most of them are pretty boring though."

Echion sighed as he stood, Pelorus did what any of them would have done back there, not leaving them for dead wasn't something to brag about but the spartoi could leave it to Pelorus to expect a trophy for doing the bare minimum. That wasn't true but Echion wasn't exactly handling any of this well, Hyperenor was right, they were better going off in their own direction. "A burden? I've spent most of my life trying to protect you from yourself," It was true that Echion loved his brothers, but from the moment they'd sprang from the dirt there was a fundamental difference between them. "You're my brother and all you've ever wanted was to escape." Pelorus and his search for divinity to fill him, as if there could be no greater privilege than to escape the brothers' spartoi forever. "You don't get to tell me what he would have wanted; do what you want Pelorus, go let a God fuck you in the ass again, I don't care anymore."

Pelorus had always been the guy that didn't mind if a god asked him to inhabit his body. He'd actually desperately wanted it. However, the one thing that always held him back was the fact that he would lose his brothers in the process. It was a horrible thought for him to even think and he only ever hoped that he could be there for them as much as they needed. That didn't mean that he hadn't made a mistake in making them think that he hadn't wanted to be around them. He'd have to fix that at some point, but it seemed like right now would not be that time. "Okay, Echion." A semblance of a smile lifted onto his face. It was crystal clear to him that this was not going to go in any direction that his dear brother did not want it to go in. And Pelorus was done with trying to make his own point over and over again. "Okay." He nodded his head and patted his brother's shoulder. "Okay." That was all he said as he walked away. They'd speak again later when they both weren't upset about everything that had happened for fifteen fucking years.

Surviving the Inferno had been a task all on its own, for all the demons that existed in hell there were far fewer than most assumed. The nature of the pit was to consume or be consumed, it was predictable after a time, the strong survived and the weak did not. Viola's father had raised her to fall in line with the former, cursed by a self-proclaimed goddess or not, she had scraped, crawled, and done whatever she had needed to do in order to make it out the other side. Time and time again, even as her humanity had been stripped from her, Pelorus' faith in her had still sung through the very core of the woman's being.

Untouched by time was one hell of a way to put it. Pelorus felt like time had never truly been on his side. As much as he could say he was alive and still standing, it was not without its scars. The spartoi seemed to have more than a handful due to his ability so he was sure he looked more worn down than she could have ever seen him before. Then again, maybe he'd always looked that way. Regardless, it wasn't as if Arachne had ever done anything but respect him. She was her father's daughter, but she was so much better than him in every way. But then they also had that same confidence that often got them into trouble. That was how Arachnee was even still here in the first place. Big fucking ego.

who?: @pelcrus where?: the streets

She keeps the sunlight out for as long as she can, keeps the room dark and so he can steal as many hours of sleep as he can. As he sleeps, she traces the features of his face, the sloop of his nose and the smile that came to him as he was in the land of dreams. Her clairvoyance doesn't allow her to forget so easily, he was there and the Old God that possess him made him a part of her death. She spoke words of forgiveness and reassurance that she knew it wasn't Pelorus that ended her, she was grateful to be here in this moment even as she had made peace with being soil to feed that which could grow. She hopes that he can forget, that he won't remember her final moments, that the Old God had closed his eyes to the horrors that came. "Oh?" She didn't expect others to listen when she talked, it meant more to her than she knew how to admit that he paid attention. "There's a couple local artists that are worth supporting, Sumeyye and Sabina paint. I can help you find a few pieces and I have a quite talent for wielding a brush myself when it comes to interior decorating." She did all her children's rooms herself.

Pelorus, contrary to popular belief, listened to people far too often for even his own liking. It was how he kept track of things that his radar couldn't pick up. He could find people easily. It was very simple for him, but when people spoke, it could go in one ear and out the other. That was only ever the case for him if he genuinely didn't want to hear it. However, most everything was important to know. Eventually, some information would come in handy when he really had nothing else. That had nothing to do with him listening to Lia when she spoke though. He listened to her because, well, he liked listening to her. Whenever she spoke, it felt like it was something of importance, something he should keep close to his chest. Not that that was the premise of this little relationship they had, but he wasn't always the kind of guy to just fuck and leave. He liked listening to her more than he did anyone else which was probably a sign of something, but he ignored that for now. Instead, he listened to her recommendations and nodded his head as he looked around at the walls. It was better than thinking about what had happened to her in those fifteen years that were now lost to them. "Hm, well, whatever artists you recommend, I'll look at their stuff." He did, however, make a mental note of the names she mentioned. "I can help you with the painting though. You just have to, you know, guide my hand or something. Since you're a pro and all," he stated with a hint of a smile.

@pelcrus location: Palatine Hill notes: dawuh

The first of his children had been Arachne. There were quite a few that came after, but none more important than her. People often spoke of not choosing your favorite child, but Pelorus was not some normal man. He was a spartoi, a demigod. If there was one of his children that he would have wished to have forever, it would have been her. However, she had been torn from him at her early age and thrown to the Inferno below. It wasn't like he would have been able to drag her back. Even if he would have been able to try, he wouldn't have had the time with her he wished to have. Just as he had lost her, she would have lost him. It was better this way, he guessed.