#steinspirit

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It started in one afternoon.

After the role of Apollo's forte had bestowed to him by The god's sanctuary. It had been what, 2 or 3 years since he start working under a name of the god, and it exhausted Stein everyday.

Apollo is everything that Stein is not. Aptitude with charismatic and he knows it very well, Apollo avail his charm to colloquy, courting every human shaped beings he found appealing. Besides all the fluff and pointless use of power. Apollo is assuredly a transcendental scientist, apothecary, doctor, whatever human depict him to be. He distinguished in every names he is called. Just only 2 years and a half of working with him. Stein gained wisdom of science twice more than he ever could during his years of studying in Athene.

That day, fortunately, the god himself decided to forsaken his name of the sun and wander to who knows where. If Stein has to take a guess. He will say anywhere with beautiful men and women, which is also where the god of wine and king of god himself would also expect to be found.

With no need of his role. Stein decide to stroll around garden of Olympus, befallen with unique herbs and flora, even with urge to cut or test them, he is not allow without Apollo's permission. It is quite a torturous act for him. In the good side, it will help him with self control. With no approval word from his god, he will be punish just from touching a petal from one of these arbors.

Once he knew it. His legs stop by the a tarn, the one that located deep in the garden. He been here before, with Apollo of course, but it was in the night time so he didn't really get to laud the gaiety of this cryptic place under the light of his lord. Apollo's radiant drawn out every little details of each foliages. Their colors gleam upon the tarn, sunlight painted on top of everything, including, a nymph with silver flute, singing underneath the pomegranate tree. 

Its hair matches the shade of ripe grape, or color of red wine. Eyes painted in same tone of the tarn lying before it. Nymph, he encountered them 4-5 times before. One time, Apollo dropped everything to chase after one of it. He doesnt know why it happened, but after the incident he noticed Apollo beginning his obsession with laurel.

They are all beautiful, of course, but the one before him, in his opinion, is the most idyllic of all the nymphs he ever came across with.

'A nymph singing in Olympus garden? What an uncanny sight to see..'

Besotted with the sight, Stein forgot that the nymph before him not merely a reverie he craft in his mind, but a living being who also blessed to has eyes that is now, drawn up to meet his sharp glare. It stopped every movement. A pair of sapphires widened, rose colored lips parted, gasp some amount of air in.

"…Uh …who are you, sire?"

'… A male nymph? No, That is impossible'

"Im Apollo's forte, i just passed by this tarn for a stroll, forgive me for my intruding behavior.. i just enjoy observing"

Like a statue beautifully sculpted, the nymph(?) paint a smile as a reply to his words.

"A fellow forte! How fond of fate consigning us to meet"

"… you are too, a forte?"

"Indeed, Dionysus's for… 5 years now, if I'm not mistaken"

Stein pace forward, reduce the distant between them and oh… king of all gods… how beauty one can be…

"It is above my knowledge that nymphs, are too, permit to be nominate as a forte"

Dionysus's nymph halt his words again, but this time, the short silence perished by a laugh, sings with amusement, pipe through larynx of the beauty beings before him.

"Oh forte, just a minute of knowing each other and you already divert me. Despite your solemn appearance, you really work under Apollo's name, huh?" The weird nymph continue after song of titter ends.

"How come my lacking of the knowledge is ridicule?"

"Well, young forte, first of all, i am no woman. Second, rule remains the same, only human can be selected as gods forte"

Oh.. so.. The thing before him is a man.. and a human, just like him... identical with hearts and lungs, yet they are so different. Apollo never told him how beauty a human man can be. No hours of studying human's anatomy can prepare him to handle this bewitching beauty from a man

"Oh.. how embarrassing my shallow supposition is. I'm still new to the Olympus surroundings, i hope you wont take my obtuseness as a threat against your beauty"

"Fear not young fella, you're not the only one whom my appearance deceits. My mother is a nymph, as the son of hers, i replicate her perfectly. Well, besides our gender."

Now, that something Stein can wrap his head around. Son of nymph, the title suits his appearance very well.

"Im Spirit, my blood runs in the name of Albarn, if you ever heard of it"

Ah..Albarn..group of nymph from the north woods, if he recalls correctly

"So you're from the north?"

"That is right young sire. Now may i learn you name?"

"Frankenstein or Stein, for convenience"

"Stein, Apollo's forte. Seems like you appeared perfectly in time of my need. It would be my merit to have the sun's forte, bringer of light, creator of lay, help me prepare the hymn for Dionysus's imminent feast?"

Invitation to spend a day with a man. If it were with a nameless man, he might decline the propose immediately. However, the man before him is far from unnamed. He, forte of Dionysus, son of the Albarn's nymph. Regardless of his irritation for sounds of music. Who is he to decline a goodwill offer from a man such as Spirit.

"Im not fond of singing nor writing chord but, a company i can provide"

"How come the forte of Apollo in this century have no fain in his lord's creation?"

Stein adjust his seat next to Spirit. The confused glare stills at him

"He also the father of doctors and science, which happens to be two subjects that i assign as fondness"

"Huh.. a man of science you say? I never depict your lord as one. Dionysus only tells the tale of him as the light bringer, a healer sometimes but scientist, the name never fall from his mouth"

"Thats only what matters to your lord after all. Lights and festive, wines and woman. Part of Apollo where's herbs and medicine involve means nothing to his fancy banquet"

No retaliate occurs after his words. The silence is loud enough for Stein to start seeking the cause of it. When he glare up, his eyes meet with Spirit's grouchy gaze

"Is that what you think of us? Dissolute drinkers, piece of decoration for a beset" Stein couldn't help but notice how mellisonant the senior forte's voice is even with fury laced in his tone.

"Well, i supposed so, your lord is the god of wine and madness. Is he not?" Asked rhetorically.

Silver flute laid on the man's lap along with note written sheets. Scarlet brow furrowed, tied in a knot above those almond shaped sapphires. Uh-oh, the albarn nymph is not in the mood for singing anymore, isn't he?

"Fellow forte, Enlighten me with your answers to why do you think people gather? Why do you think languages are crafted?"

"One cannot survive by one's own, that is truth. Thus, gathering was form to serve the purpose. While languages, not merely its use for communicate to survive, but its shape to hoard words of knowledge. Inherent tales for the juveniles to learn what the olds were taught. So the flaw of past would not be mimic in the new time" he replied with face remains emotionless.

"The act that even the god of yours also act upon?"

"He only joins the crowd once he freed from his burden, as an ease to slacken his name but the truth remain as you stated"

"So you and i, we both understood that to gather, to talk, are not merely forms of survival, but to pass down the generations knowledge, correct?"

"Yes, i supposed so"

"Then, why when my lord act upon the very same subjects. You disdained his trait down to just a drinker? Whilst Apollo, you reason his act on the subject as the ease from his burden. Do you know what matters had brought up during the time of our feast? Have you ever heard or talk to a hetairai? Or you just assume that every Athen members of our gathering only include porpois and pornai?"

Sings like poet from the sheets but sharp with wrath. Stein let the silence blast in atmosphere between them before he reply the half nymph man.

"…i supposed i never pay enough attention to the noises on the banquet table.."

"An easy sight to see from you, forte"

Spirit got up from his spot, gather sheets and shove them inside the hole of his garment, while the other free hand cling to silver flute delicately.

"And just to tease that brilliant mind of yours. If you arbitrate my god's divine creation of red wine to be the symbol of madness. I supposed every beings propel with it then. We are bleed red after all"

And with that, the red's beauty vanished into the woods. Left Stein alone with the mesmerization to which occurred by the man of nymph's descendant.

Oh how intriguing this spirit is to him.

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'Oh Father Zeus.. is that human-shaped stone actually smiling?!' Apollo screams inside his heart.

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A universe wheres greek god will pick a human to be their right hand man in every centuries. After their works end. They will reward with eternal life on the Olympus. Stein is Apollo's and Spirit is Dionysus.

I will name it

"The spirit of a stone"

Apollo can heal or plague as he wish. Father of doctors. Unlike Asclepius, Stein still has urge to destroy, just like the god himself. His obsession in science is not to heal wounds of others, but to be the cause of it. With how unique he is. Apollo cant help to pick Stein as his right hand man. Follow the god everywhere, learn and experiment the power of science under the name of the sun.

Spirit, with hair red as wine. Dionysus adores him merely from his appearance itself, and with similar traits of habit. He is indubitably the god's favorite. Stick by his side as a right hand man. Spirit gets to drink wines all day, shower with compliments and attention. Oh, how he loves to be favorite child of Dionysus.

Unfortunately for Spirit. Apollo and Dionysus is a really good friend for one another, close friends even. Thats why he stuck here. Right next to Stein. When the two gods lay themselves in their private room. Talking who knows what inside.

"urghh what a drear event. If it isn't for your lord. Dionysus and i shall be at the top of Olympus by now. Meeting with the king himself. Share another jug of wine together"

"Some of us has more than pretty face, Spirit"

Not quite an insult nor compliment but any reply from Stein is enough to get Spirit's blood heats up.

"Stein. Even your name sounds prosaic. A stone of Frank men. Why the sun, bringer of light. Favor a cold, mean, rock like you"

Question that even Stein himself not sure how to answer. Treasuring his gift is one thing, but to pick him as the right hand of god is completely unnecessary. However, who is he to question the god. Either way, this position allows him to enlighten knowledge of science deeper than he could ever ask from other gods and goddesses.

Athena is also a great option but the goddess doesn't prioritize science as much as Apollo does.

"Hey forte, can you look over here?" Interrupted his thought is Spirit's voice, gaining his attention back to the presence. Spirit is close, so close that he can counts the man's breath.

Such a beautiful name. Spirare, to breathe. To have what makes one a human. Things only can be craft by the hands of gods. No man can replicate Spirit. Free, individual, a sign of life. No wonder why he is Dionysus favorite of all the candidates in this century.

Rare shade of crimson, soft and delicate strands decorate the frame of that well-featured face. Two sapphires place inside almond shaped lids. Captivating, a word that sprout itself into Stein's mind.

"Hmmm... Besides these scares litter on your face and body. You're to quit exquisite, huh. Not as much as me of course, but at last you'e fond to look at" said Spirit, smirkingly.

"What is with the sudden praise. Just a minute ago you called me a 'boring stone'. Not really a man of your word aren't you?"

"Riddle me this, forte, what a stone can also craft into? A statue! Oh Dionysus, you people really lack of vision and philosophic insight, huh?"

Well, at least he knows that the last question from Spirit is rhetoric. Ambiguous use of word and shift its meaning in the way that will favor him later. This Albarn man might also be close with Hermes. The god is Dionysus's favorite company after all.

"Besides, A praise doesn't alter the despise i have against you. I just stated what i saw. Trying to reason why Apollo picked you in the first place"

"Why do you despise me then?"

"You cannot ask me that after reduce my potential down to just "pretty face", Apollo's forte"

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"Do you think they're flirting now?" Asked Dionysus

"Im certain that Stein, at very least intrigued to have a chat with him. Your jug man is a beauty after all" Replied Apollo, laying flat on his back, enjoying the view of Athene.

"He doesn't seem like type of man who will be interested in anything just by it's beauty"