#stygeus

it’s  almost  ...  far  too  easy  to  forget  that  zagreus  isn’t  referring  to  him  ,  this  notion  of  a  ...  mismatched  family , the  loose  -  fitting  term  never  felt  particularly  right  for  someone  so  abundant  of  life  ,  like  zagreus  .  but  even  now  ...  guilt ,  an  ugly  creature  she  is  ---  rears  her  head  ,  gnawing  at  him  on  the  inside  .  had  he  not  been  sufficent  ?  by  attending  his  duties  ,  had  he  neglected  the  other  too  ?

expressions  devoid  of  his  iner  turmoil  ,  he  responds  .

@stygeus​   asked  : ” you seem to have me all figured out. and here i thought we were still getting to know each other. “ //  accepting

𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐈𝐒  𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃  with  quiet  perfection  .  Decrepit  ferryman  can  only  do  so  much  when  it  comes  to  mirroring  amusement  . DESPITE  STOIC  PAST  ,  it  seems  the  ties  that  bind  forever  tie  him  to  that  of  Zagreus  and  his  moribund  soul  .  Charon  has  long  since  lost  count   ---  -  how  long  until  Zagreus  never  returns  ?  How  long  until  young  prince  finally  makes  his  grand  escape   ---  past  the  gates  ,  venturing  out  into  the  green  ,  labyrinthine  depths  of  the  surface  ?  THE  THOUGHT  COMES  TO  A  HALT  .  A  staggering  halt  .  Zagreus  seems  worse  for  wear  (  per  usual  .  )  And  this  ,  was  the  topic  of  conversation  at  hand  .  A  gyro  is  offered  ,  at  only  50  obols  .  

Hrmmmm  ...  haah   ..

every answer is a grave. || @stygeus​

‘ i don’t think it’s living , but it’s not hurting either ’

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    her gaze slips from his own and off to the side, where a shade ambles past. she follows its slow, drawn out movements, and watches how it heaves a ragged sigh from the great and empty depths of its chest. then nyx looks back to zagreus.

@stygeus​  asked  :

“ promise me that you’ll take care of yourself, okay? ”

❛  leavin’ me so soon, zag? you’ll leave a man lonely with that type of attitude.  ❜  he jests, with a low chuckle  &  the sound of chiming shackles. raihan leans back  &  presses the heel of his hands against the sooty ground where he’s seated. his heavy tail thumping behind him as he takes delight in the subtle reaction in the prince’s expression.  ❛  oh, come now. i jest, my friend. you have much to get to, don’t you?  ❜

❛  tell you what.  ❜  raihan starts, getting to his feet now. a small beat of strong wings behind him to dust the soot off his body as he crosses his arms.   ❛  i’ll give you a little somethin’ ‘n’ you can be on your way, yeah? you have big plans ahead of you. there’s no stoppin’ that.  ❜  clawed digits carefully reach up to his neck  &  unclasp the necklace before holding it out towards the zagreus.  ❛  here. it’s ... not special, or as great as the boons any god or goddess could give you but - i learned a thing or two. it should come in handy.  ❜

@stygeus​   asked  :

“ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ” ( ahaha ... )

❛  if only life was kind, zagreus.  ❜  he says,  ❛  i don’t think anyone ever truly fears death. at least, that’s what i believe. death is ... too nice of an end for me,  ❜  the way he says this is forlorn as glittering eyes focus on nothing in particular.  ❛  not after everything i’ve done. but you, you can still leave. do what most of us wish we could but can’t  —  i’d like to think how happier you’d be if you weren’t trapped in this forsaken place.  ❜

❛  despite being the prince of the underworld, you ... look out of place.  ❜  honesty clinging to every word of his observations, raihan has a meek smile on his face as he clicks sharp claws against the metal of his gauntlet. the bottle of nectar they shared long gone  &  the scorching heat of asphodel is all that keeps them company aside from their woes  &  presence.  ❛  i think you’d like it. the surface.  ❜  he finally says, trying his damnedest to remember what his life was like all those years ago. 

@stygeus​  asked  :

‘ you scare me a little . ’

now that gets a laugh out of the dragon. the prince of the underworld ... scared? surely, he was joking, there’s no way someone like zagreus would even pose such a statement in honesty. though ... somewhere along those lines, raihan wonders for a second, is it the truth? he wouldn’t know. after all, all that has followed raihan were stories about his rampage, but that had been years ago, decades, maybe! or perhaps centuries? how long has he been asleep again ...?

❛  afraid? come on, little princeling. i’m harmless,  ❜  he says as the spear in hand is being carved at by long sharp claws.  ❛  well, as harmless as a dragon can be. but that’s besides the point, isn’t?  ❜  raihan’s chuckle carries itself, the design he’s carving into the light metal of his spear is a familiar one. but he’s long forgotten its source, perhaps it was something he’s seen around back home - or the chambers he was locked away in. raihan should really figure out his memories.