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[the_cupbearer]

[OOM: Revelations. In which things go differently than planned, but not badly.]

Ganymede does not usually resort to doing anything out of nerves. He has a book he's hardly paying attention to, and a glass cup of wine that is strong, and sweet, and nearly as dark as blood, when he glances into it. And a little bit of string he's knotted up and unknotted again and again for the past twenty minutes.

He couldn't go outside just when he wanted to practice archery, because of the light summer rain still drizzling. But he keeps rubbing at a spot on the side of his neck, that looks something like a hickey, only darker, and sluggishly bleeding when he touches it. He looks...conflicted.

[OOC: warning in the above link for sexual content.]

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[destroy_restart]

"Things got interesting pretty damn quickly, didn't they?" somebody says from nearby.

An aromatic drift of cigar smoke is following the pronouncement.

[the_cupbearer]

He looks up from the drink and sets the glass down slowly. It has no stem, but aside from that is a regular, modern wineglass.

"Interesting things have happened many times over in my life," he says idly.

[destroy_restart]

"Ah, yes?" Tower says. "Like what?"

[the_cupbearer]

"Becoming immortal, being taken to Olympus. Simply living as long as I have..." he murmurs, leaning sideways against the back of the booth.

"Do you come again merely to confuse me?"

[destroy_restart]

"No," Tower says. "I'll try a bit of mocking, teasing and bewildering this time as well."

[the_cupbearer]

"I would rather you not," he says softly. "I am enough of those."

[destroy_restart]

"Milliways got at you, huh?" Tower says. "Bored immortal without a story meets bored immortal without a story, and suddenly, hey presto, story! It's always fun to see."

[the_cupbearer]

He finally looks up on a sigh, and the expression is a little pained. Ganymede still isn't sure he wants this to be happening right now.

"Please, stop," he says, lilting it up at the end in something almost a question.

[destroy_restart]

"You're in it now," Tower says, shaking his head and puffing on his cigar. "There's no way out exept forwards."

[the_cupbearer]

"I can go back to Olympus."

[destroy_restart]

"You can physically go back to where you were," Tower says. "But you can't go back to being who you were. Experience changes people, and it can't be undone. Time only ever moves forwards for sentients."

[the_cupbearer]

He only shakes his head in a mix of disbelief and frustration. "I am not that different."

[destroy_restart]

"But confused, bewildered, teased and mocked, in addition?" Tower says.

[lady_moon]

Moon is perched on the back of a chair, much like a bird might but human bodies weren't meant to be able to do that, and peers at him with her bright green eyes. She has a sweet, soothing smile on her lips.

"Emotions and thoughts are not as easily unknotted as bits of string, are they?" she asks, her voice as soft and warm the summer rain outside.

[the_cupbearer]

He shakes his head slowly. "They are not. It is is complicated and....frightening."

Ganymede looks up, picking up the stemless wineglass from the table, and takes a sip, looking thoughtful. "I have much to think about."

[lady_moon]

"You do. Choices spread out before you."

She tilts her head a bit.

"Which thought most plagues you right now, Ganymede?"

[the_cupbearer]

"I do not know..." he sighs. "That I do not know where this will go, perhaps. I am not used to...spontaneity. It is not my nature."

[lady_moon]

"I would hardly call what you and Dorian have as spontaneous."

She laughs softly.

"Maybe swiftly moving, but hardly a surprise."

[the_cupbearer]

"Is it not? I...I was not expecting this." He ducks his head at her laughing, a light blush on his cheeks. "I did not expect to grow fond of anyone here...much less so soon."

Much less at all. And what would happen when Dorian tired of him?

[lady_moon]

Moon smiles indulgently.

"He offered you something none of the gods ever did."

[the_cupbearer]

The boy blinks, seemingly wary, a little confused.

"How did you know I lived with the gods?" Though what he offered...even Ganymede didn't know what could be. "I could have had anything I wanted, on Olympus. what could I be offered now that I was not there?"

[lady_moon]

"I know you very well, Ganymede, even if you don't know me."

In a graceful movement, she slides from the chair back to the floor, her bare feet carrying her to Ganymede.

"He offered you choice. Zeus and the others did not. You could not have anything you wanted. You could only have what they gave. You could not have love; you could not have choice; you could not have freedom."

[the_cupbearer]

"I...do not have those here. I am still bound to Olympus, and...I do not have love."

He does not want love, he doesn't think.

[lady_moon]

"You have those here. You chose to be his lover, he did not force you to be. You have the freedom to do as you wish, no one forces you to do anything here. And love... well." Moon smiles. "Love is a complicated thing that you are afraid of, as is he."

[the_cupbearer]

"I do not know love. I have never had it."

Ganymede is...still conflicted. He does not know where this is going, with himself and Dorian. And that scares him.