#theseus.

Not long ago, Paris had played for hours like a calf on the fields of Mount Ida. He made swords out of splintered balsa wood, dueled with his shadow beneath the olive tree, and upon exhaustion, found the places in the hills where a deer had last slept and laid down in their round, makeshift nest of tall grass.

Beyond the chatty plains of Mount Ida, though, Sparta ruled over those of a different race it seemed; of men who ran faster, threw spears the farthest, who could face another man equal in strength and virility with an equal absence of fright. It is with equal zeal, then, that has Paris watching from the front lines of the arena, ruminating over which of two opponents he would cast his bet on. Over the railing, to him it was as if watching a farmer over the other end of the field lead his ox up to meet a bull. Naturally, Paris looked onto the bull with promise.

In between grunts, sweat, and yelps, vestiges of the ancient perfumery of dirt and blood overtook Paris from where he stood. He watched the struggle for what seemed half a second, when at last, his prized bull had lost.

“Agh!” He yelled, the vintner in his veins arising in temperature, whereby the sun or anger. “You fool!” He threw his silver drachma far enough into the enclosure that it had bounced off the foot of the winner. “What, if you had known the hero Theseus had bested the beast at his own game, surely you could have won, too!”

“I have wanted to meet Theseus since my pilgrimage to Delphi - a trip that every boy makes at the eve of becoming a man to which it is expected to offer a lock of one’s hair to Apollo. There, I saw many artists depict the instance when Theseus went on this same pilgrimage and only cut the front hair, in a way to fall short on his forehead, a mark that artists still keep when they draw him. And I think to myself, for it is not his beauty that touches me (though that could touch me too); but his courage. So imagine my confusion at this hero who was half in his cups for the majority of the day we met. However, I should have anticipated this: the deeds are so great that they will be recalled around the fires for eons to come, but the adventure is as solitary as the man who is hated by all of Sparta and he who is not recognized by their divine father. 

Hello! We'll go ahead and say yes, seeing as Ariadne has been on Pontius long enough to start climbing the ranks and Mino and Theseus are fairly 'comfortable' in their new roles/lives within Tartarus at this point. Meanwhile, we'd place Eurydice's fuck-up around a year ago, and it's something that still haunts both Eurydice and Circe.

With a few explicit exceptions (which, to the best of my recall right now, are mostly set in the past/still unresolved) all romantic connections are utp! Even the “established” ones are entirely subject to writers development upon acceptances. Most of all, we didn’t go off on “classical” myth relationships in our skeletons, so we wouldn’t hold players to that standard - but if something in canon inspires you and you’re both on board, go ahead!

We would love James Norton as Theseus!

Definitely! We’d love to see Bradley James, Oliver Jackson Cohen, Winston Duke, Park Seo Joon, or Park Hyung-Sik for Theseus!