#greo

Exile explosion/melon party? Something something ecstatic to be reunited, positively giddy to continue the bit for Exile even though it would keep them apart for longer

Source memory, written by a Cleo Introject

Time period is secret life

Etho and I/Cleo are married, and Grian is both of ours boyfriend.

Dinner Night

Cleo had prepared a dinner for her, her husband Etho, and her boyfriend Grian. She made a simple pasta dish, angel hair and red sauce with no chunks just like Etho liked. She never understood the hate behind chunky sauce, but ever since being with Etho she’s come to get used to it. The dinner was nice and candle lit, with the plates and silverware organized. Grian had helped cook the dinner, preparing the spices Cleo needed to put in the sauce and- keeping her company in the kitchen while she worked, sneaking quick kisses every now and again whenever they could. It was nice to be so domestic with Grian, Cleo thought. She really loved both of her lovers, more than the world could explain it. Even in this crazy death game, she couldn’t bring herself to ever betray the two.

Now, sitting at the dinner table, they ate together. Etho was talking about his crazy day, and how he was enchanting with Grian for most of it. Love wasn’t lost after all. Cleo liked listening to the two men in front of her talk, she was a great listener after all. Her favorite thing to do while they were talking was admire their features, especially Ethos. With his mask on constantly, it was always a challenge for her to see him unmasked. He was a gorgeous man, similar to Grian. She loved both of their soft faces, their eyes, their personalities, everything about them was enough to make her feel all giddy inside.

Someone: Beware, traveller. There’s a man-eating zombie in the woods, and she’ll harm you good!

Grian: I’m going in.

Someone: So you’ll kill the beast?

People seem to think they're owed questions about anything they don't understand. She's gotten used to it, practically has scripted answers (both serious and sarcastic), but it doesn't stop it being gross.

And now there’s Grian, Scott, and Cleo, hunkered down in Cleo’s base, trying to not freak out about the situation.

It quickly becomes stressful, as the paranoia sets in. They don’t dare leave the base from the front door, that’s the easiest place to find them, so they try to dig temporary exits if they need to get food or supplies. But eventually, that becomes scary, because the bogeys probably have eyes on every angle of the base, waiting for the moment any of them appear anywhere outside.

This fear of the front door soon turns into a paranoia of all the doors in the base, because what if they somehow snuck in and trapped the inside doors? (Without taking the opportunity to kill them in there? Listen, paranoia doesn’t listen to logic)

So soon, it’s just the three survivors, sitting in Cleo’s bedroom. It stays scary, but at least they have eachother. Scott is good at comforting, Cleo is good at talking things through, and Grian is good at distracting from the situation. It’s their little trio against the world. Let’s just hope the curse wears of when the week is over.

It hurts, to see the people they care about overcome by bloodlust. Cleo has considered just... Getting consumed by it as well. At least then they'd all be together. But Scott hit her on the head and reminded her that they're stubborn. They're not going to just get killed! Not after all this.

They've got each other. They'll get through this. And then when all of this is over, it'll be like it never happens.

Grian is good on giving his harvest offerings to the divine, presenting them crops, meat, woods, whatever. His child is really looking into the arts, wanting to become a poet. He knows he isn't fit to nurture such a brilliant young mind, so he turns to the Goddess of Art and Creativity Cleo for help, offering her cows never worked and the best gold her can.

Cleo is smitten with him immediately. He's quick to pray to her, and offering up just about anything in her name. She blesses his child with help in the form of her own servants, but it isn't enough. She gets a weird kind of cuteness aggression over both of them. The instinctual urge to shake and squeeze them. She won't, obviously, but it's there. She settles for making sure they get amazing sleep and don't have to worry about disease or storms. Maybe, in a few years, she can descend in her pure form and love him. And, if she's lucky, he will love her. She won't make him.