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I promise.
Tell me how to be a good father?
How can I do that when I’m obviously a terrible father?
That was… that was the past. Can’t we make the future different? The thing is Mother did something for me, made it possible for me to father a child for a short time. My love… my lover is with child, children, twins and well they are due soon. I want to be a good father, I used to dream of my own family and I’m scared. I’ll end up like… well … you or worse the animals that owned me.
We could try. I heard from Psyche, and I must say I’m very happy for you. And I know you’ll do much better than me, you know why? Because you know what not to become. You have the will to change what’s been done to you so it is not done to your children. But you have to be careful because sometimes children can pick at anything you’ve done, even if it was loving them too much, or too little, because you didn’t buy them something or was too strict in not letting them go out. But you try your best, and I know you’ll do fine.
If I’m sober, I must be hungover. But I just rhymed so that has to mean I’m a little drunk one way or another. Welcome!
You’re always drunk one way or another, or at least that’s how pathetic you are from what I can recall. Thank you, though; it is so very sweet of you to welcome me.
With that attitude and insults I don’t have to be as welcoming.
Oh, I am truly sorry, I was merely testing you and now I know you’re not drunk enough to take my insults. Clearly.
I really hope you don’t truly feel that way about me.
But of course I do, I’m just sorry for having said it out loud, you didn’t have to hear that. Let’s say it was… uncalled for. I may not like you very much but you’re still one of, say, my three favorite brothers. Which is fucked up. -shrugs- Have you been faring well? It’s been a long time. I do like how things are never dull when you’re around.
I should be used to such things being said around me, and not let the opinions of even my brothers affect me. But it’s easier said than done. And would you have apologized if I wasn’t able to recognize it as a insult? I don’t think you would.
Well enough. Depends on the time of day, but you only care to visit when there is something interesting going on, or want something I have. What would it be this time?
”Helios!” Dionysus exclaimed in return to the other. He was somewhat glad a hand was placed down on his shoulder, he seemed to always have a terrible case of ‘sea legs’ even when not drunk. “I’m quite alright, as always. How are you?”
Helios shrugs, “Oh, about the same. The days press on, you know?” He points in passing to the sky, “…And I’ve yet to have a reason to stop rising, which is probably best for all on earth.”
The sun Titan’s grin lingers, quirking an eyebrow at Dionysus, “I’ve not observed any of your wild parties in some years, though. Why is that? Did you take all your revelry to the night? The most excitement I see these days is thanks to the War Gods.”
”Oh yes, unlike a lot of us, you are one of the most valued.” He gave a nod. “And you do it so well, when the rest of us are quite lazy, mostly speaking of myself.” He chuckled.
“Mostly to the night, yes, it seems more people are inclined to join when it’s all night instead of both all night and day. That and I have been lacking in my motivation to throw parties, with the exceptions of parties that have meaning.”
Hello, there, dear. How are you doing, besides being drunk?
Dizzy. You’re looking extremely lovely, glowing, actually.
Thank you, dear. The glowing does come with the territory, although I’m not that bright right now.
You’re always bright to me, dear. How are you?
You’re always drunk one way or another, or at least that’s how pathetic you are from what I can recall. Thank you, though; it is so very sweet of you to welcome me.
Oh, I am truly sorry, I was merely testing you and now I know you’re not drunk enough to take my insults. Clearly.
I really hope you don’t truly feel that way about me.
I’m going to try, really hard, so you don’t hate me. And help you with whatever you need, it’s the least I can do.
Tell me how to be a good father?
How can I do that when I’m obviously a terrible father?
Hello, there, dear. How are you doing, besides being drunk?
Dizzy. You’re looking extremely lovely, glowing, actually.
Helios looks up, a delighted grin splitting his features, “Dionysus!” He laughs at the jumbled rhyme the other god offers, reaching out to grip Dio’s shoulder in friendly greeting (and perhaps to help steady to potentially inebriated God).
“Clever as always, I see. How are you, Reveler?”
”Helios!” Dionysus exclaimed in return to the other. He was somewhat glad a hand was placed down on his shoulder, he seemed to always have a terrible case of ‘sea legs’ even when not drunk. “I’m quite alright, as always. How are you?”
