Food for thought.

[donttrustbirds]

Technically, none of us are married by mortal standards.

Does this mean that any ceremonies held when we were gods are now null and void on this plane?

Comments

[jointheinsanity]

Mother. But mother. I want Hypnos. And he wants me. You gave me to him. What does it matter?

[donttrustbirds]

I suppose if that is what you choose for yourself, that is what must be.

[jointheinsanity]

I do. I do want him. Mother. You need to call someone. There's a giant weasel in my bedroom and he's trying to get me to sleep with him.

[jointheinsanity]

Daddy. Daddy. I'm not stupid.

...what if he tries to force himself on me?

[donttrustbirds]

It seems as though your...father has things under control.

Please don't break anything, sweetheart.

[donttrustbirds]

Those words and your mouth do not go together, Dionysus.

[jointheinsanity]

...that's not me. That was Frederick. He broke the glass, I swear. He threw it at me.

[donttrustbirds]

.................................................................

I see.

[jointheinsanity]

Mother. Mother. You have to fix this. He's hurting me mother. MOTHER!

[donttrustbirds]

I thought that your...father was taking care of it?

[jointheinsanity]

Can father take care of anything?

[donttrustbirds]

Excellent point.

[grows_poppies]

Then marry me again, beloved.