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Hearing the happy mewls of her husband’s cats and a familiar smooth drawling voice, Ariadne immediately got up from her chair and ran to the window. Seeing her husband accosted by his fur babies made her smile, but the sheer excitement of him returning home had her unable to stand still. She just paced by the window as she made the impossible now a reality.

By the time he reached to enter the front door, reality had been bent enough that instead of the grand reception hall, he entered the room she had been relaxing in instead.

“Dear one!” She almost squealed in excitement, rushing over to jump into his arms before he could really react. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her smiling face buried in his furs.

he did not quite trust himself, yet.

“thank you, but i’m content as is.”  hades replied smoothly, clearing his throat in hopes that any awkwardness evaporated with it.  “i’ve already lost her -- she saw your wife, and ran off.  i don’t want to think about what their two minds could be coming up with.”  he said with a brief smirk, head shaking fondly.  “i’m sure you have no issues keeping up with your wife, though.”

Elbows dig into kneecaps, chin resting on clasped hands. Mismatched eyes stare ahead, seemingly at nothing, but behind his gaze the wheels are turning. Finally, he lets the inquiry BREWING in his head make its appearance.

Ever since Dionysus had revealed himself as...well, Dionysus, Ariadne had told him that she needed space to process it. Of course, he was not the first god she had seen (since her mother was godly), but to her it did change things. She wasn’t immortal, for one. If she did ever admit her feelings, let him in as he seemed to want, it would only be a matter of years before it would fizzle out. Even if he did stay with her for life, she would be dead at some point or another. Besides, he had myths for so long that he took many loves and shifted around...maybe she would be forgotten all over again once he found someone else to focus on. All of her trauma and worries swirled together.

When a little tipsy after work, she had poured out her heart out to her boss-slash-love-goddess. She’d given good advice, telling her to talk to Dionysus about all this, but Ariadne just kept putting it off. She was scared, and maybe she would end up hearing things she just couldn’t bear to. 

So seemingly Aphrodite had taken it upon herself to get them to talk.

Ariadne had turned up to her shift at the ‘sexy costume’ theme night for Halloween, yet about an hour in she was sent off to the Bacchanialia to help them plan their own spooky event. According to Aphrodite it was because Ariadne was a manager and good at planning parties, but considering the wide grin the goddess gave - Ariadne knew the ulterior motives were moreso the reason.

@drcplet​ asked: ❝ you don't have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away. ❞ for his beloved wife

✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; fluff edition ( . 01 ) | Accepting

She felt intense shame at Dionysus seeing her like this. Curled up in bed in her tiny, messy apartment where she’d avoided him in the past month or so. At first she’d been able to push everything down again to focus on getting her jobs, and then a place of her own, but it all came back after that. Especially on hearing that the owner of the Bachinnal wanted to see her again. Her mind just couldn’t let go of the fear that he would enjoy the chase but once he had her he would just drop her.

If someone as handsome as Theseus could do that, this impossibly handsome Dionysus could do it too. She didn’t think she could take that. She was barely holding on as she was.

Then he had met her outside of the bar she worked at and she’d stupidly confessed she wasn’t doing well. Now, later that day, he’d returned to her apartment he’d helped her to earlier and saw her like this, refusing to leave until he helped. Telling him she was struggling was one thing, but she’d been able to lie a little and say it wasn’t too bad. Now it was obvious that it was worse and it would change everything he felt about her.

He was going to comfort her now out of obligation and then change every opinion about her and avoid her. Who would want to hang out or fuck a woman as depressed and broken as she was? It was impossible.

Tonight was all about forgetting her sorrows. She had just wanted to come out to a bar, then move to a club and just dance and drink with her friends. No drunk texting, no wallowing in her tears, no hiding in her apartment. Just having fun and remembering who she was before all this mess. She’d been hoping by the time she was at the club, she’d have enough tequila and shots in her that the name Theseus would be erased from her alcohol-pickled brain. Maybe she’d even score a date for the night herself.

And it had been, until one of her friends had to be helped to the bathroom to puke and the others went with her as Ariadne watched their drinks. It was at that moment that she spotted her blond-haired ex grinding up against a girl on the dance floor, his hands grabbing her hips as he murmured in her ear with that stupid grin on his face. In that moment, she felt the heat drain from her body and a lump form in her throat. Before he could spot her, she looked away and down at her drink - a finger lightly circling the rim. Dark eyes closing, she sighed and went to fish out her cloakroom ticket and text her friends that she was leaving. That her feet hurt and she wasn’t feeling well.

This was all a mistake.

Just as she was grabbing her phone and glass to down it to leave, she saw someone slide into the booth opposite. Seeing it wasn’t a friend, she chugged her drink and put the glass on the table.

@drcplet​ asked: COAT - dio at ari, some cold winter's day or whatever

'𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶' 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. | Accepting

[ COAT ]:     as they go for a hug, the sender opens out their jacket so the receiver can “share” it, warming them up as best they can while they hug.

Ariadne lost her coat somewhere along this very good girl’s night. So when her darling boyfriend turns up and opens his coat to her, she drops her high heels to the pavement and scurries over to press into his arms and snuggle up in his thick coat. She was not wearing a dress designed for this weather, immediately she started to tremble from the cold when pressed up against him. Before now, her body hadn’t realised.