CLOSED STARTER || ares rhea ( @mcyme ) LOCATION: the calydon dome TIMESTAMP: the heteraidia – the first day ; close to sundown
Mingling with the powerful was a dance on its own, one that involved the perfect balance of small talks, pleasantries, and business talks, maintaining a charming smile through even the dullest of conversations, a seamless transition into farewells once the interaction was serving no more purpose. Prometheus had spent years training themself to listen to the rhythm of this dance, fine tuning their ears over the years that by now, it became one that they could do as well as breathing. That is, unless interruption began to throw the rhythm completely of beat, such as the way notifications were relentlessly blowing up their phone.
When they felt the first buzz of tala notification midway through a conversation, Prometheus had excused themself, brows furrowed in concern that Zeus was summoning them to take care of on business or another. As it turned out, Ares had been the one messaging them, asking where they were. Prometheus sent him a quick response and thought nothing much of it. But when they continued to receive four more similarly nosy messages within the next hour, Prometheus decided to simply ignore the messages. He’ll tire himself out, they thought. Except that hadn’t been the case as their phone continued to buzz in the pocket of their suit. Their annoyance was slowly building up with every vibration.
So when they finally spot the culprit of chaos midway conversation with a an old acquaintance, Prometheus quickly wished them luck on their hunt and excused themself to approach the Rhea. “You really miss me that badly, huh?” They asked without really much of a greeting other than a nod of their head and the tiniest quirk of an eyebrow. “I would have swing by sooner and keep you company had you asked instead of grilling me about my whereabouts every 5 minutes.”
