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☈ In Dreams We See Our Fates Revealed • o1) Anacrusis
In Dreams We See Our Fates Revealed • o1) Anacrusis
Greek Mythology Rockstar AU
roll with it. this is just the beginning.
The dream always began the same. He was in the wings, waiting for his big show. The lights would always be different, the stage unfamiliar, but he could see the roaming coils of his synth cords and that seemed to be all in order. He was a guy with a microphone, a keyboard, and a ridiculous amount of machinery. He was a one-man band. Everything live, plugged into an echo box - his best friend - just the same as any other show.
And then, before he could step out on stage, someone was there before him.
He knew her by the way she walked, the imagined fall of her hair if she'd ever take it out of that bun - nothing else was familiar. Always the most stunning, fantastic dress his nighttime brain could come up with. Always looking too beautiful for words. She would have an instrument in her hands - usually a guitar, but sometimes a harp, sometimes a violin, sometimes a flute or a tambourine or a bass or a set of panpipes. Tonight, bells. A full set of tubular bells.
And he would always wake up. Right then. Right before he could hear her, hear the music, but what always struck him the second he was conscious enough to think of it - in the dream, he never once was jealous that she'd taken his stage.
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"God damn it all! If someone doesn't find my mic in the next ten seconds - "
Oh, this was just a barrel of laughs, wasn't it? Well, Cissie hadn't exactly promised her a sane workplace, but he had said it would be interesting. And that, as long as she could put up with it, her job was one hundred percent secure.
"Calm down." That was the stern voice of the manager, Ms. Basilea. Echo didn't know her first name; no one knew her first name, except perhaps Zeus himself. But maybe not, maybe she kept herself just as removed from him as she did from the rest of them. "And stop being a baby."
She was tall and thin, with a pretty but stern face and brown hair always pulled tightly back. Today, she had on one of her many pencil skirts - navy blue - and a blouse that seemed deliberately cut to emphasize the square of her shoulders rather than her chest. Echo supposed it was all well and good that she liked to be formal, but this was the music business. She didn't have to be. Look, Echo was practically second in command and she was here in blue jeans and chucks.
Narcissus leaned on the back of her chair, grinning. "Wild Jove on the loose?"
"Better tell the crew to stay clear. He looks good and riled up this time."
"What's it now? A hair out of place? A cable two inches from where he left it?" It wasn't cruel; though gods knew Cissie could be. Zeus Jupiter really could throw fits about those things.
"No, this one's somewhat legitimate. For Jove standards. His microphone's gone missing."
"Oh, hell, he'll have the place torn down by lunch." Cissie groaned and leaned his head back. "And he'll make the entire crew search for it and I won't get the lights set up in time and I won't get to have my shower." He needed at least three hours in the bathroom before every concert. Echo was fairly certain that not even Jove himself took that long, and for what? He would just be up in the lighting booth all night. But no, he always had to be perfect.
"Relax, Cissie," she murmured soothingly, patting his arm. "The boss'll calm him down in no time."
And she did, surprisingly enough. For a man that could spend an hour in hysterics over a less than perfect hairstyle, that it only took two for him to get over his missing microphone was a damn miracle. Narcissus even got his shower, because he had a loving girlfriend who knew almost as much about spotlights as he did, thanks to days like this. Run of the mill, you see, when you were on tour with the Lord of the Sky.
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"Really, Zeus, was that even necessary?"
He groaned and rubbed his temples, his entire body curled into a picture of misery. "Hera, how could you even say that. Maybe it wouldn't be, if you can find the damn thing--"
"I told you once before and I'm not telling you again. I'll find it. Trust me." She had her hands on her hips, a stern press of her lips as she glared him out of his sullen mood. "Now, we've got a lot more things to worry about today and you're not ready for any of them. Isn't Hebe supposed to--"
But just then the door to Zeus's dressing room burst open and a harried young woman rushed in, all ginger frizz everywhere and ridiculously out of breath.
"Hebe." Hera glared her down, too, now. "You're late."
"I'm sorry," the woman apologized, and really it should have been Zeus's wrath that she was afraid of, but it was from Hera that her eyes were begging. "I--"
"Save it. I don't care." Hera snapped her fingers and pointed at Zeus's face. "Get to work."
"Yes'm," Hebe muttered, and from then on it was all business. Hebe Juventas was, when it came down to it, an excellent makeup artist, but she had much to be desired elsewhere - punctuality, for one.
"Can't we fire her," Zeus whined, and the only reason Hera didn't read him the riot act for saying that in front of the girl herself was that they'd had this conversation before, just like this, too many times to count.
"When you find someone who can work magic like she does, I'll fire her. Until then? Deal with it."
☈
Poseidon knew he wasn't supposed to be talking to his brother - either of them, really, but with his little brother it was a matter of avoiding the paparazzi - with his older brother, a matter of avoiding the FBI.
But he couldn't help it. He was kind of stupid in that way, maybe, but he knew Hades was good at heart and this whole hostage business was a misunderstanding. A five-year misunderstanding. Right?
"Perse's back with her mother," Hades ground out, frustrated.
"What? I thought you were in a secure location," Poseidon said, with genuine surprise - not necessarily at the news in general, Persephone's mother was a goddamn force of nature, but that it had happened so soon. Usually, it took about six months for her to catch up to wherever Hades had spirited her away to this time.
"Yeah, I know. Look, I need your help."
"Oh no. No. This is the road we don't go down. This is the no-no line. I can't. I would, but everything I do ends up in the hands of Zeus's reporters, and - "
"Reporters? Oh, you mean the filthy lying scumbags with better surveillance equipment than the CIA? Not a problem. You won't even have to leave your house."
Poseidon rolled his eyes; yes, yes, disdain noted. And, unfortunately, he did actually like Persephone. So he probably would've said yes no matter what.
"I... need you to hack into some government satellites for me."
"What?!"
☈
One of the great things about being an indie band, Apollo thought, was that really, no one cared what you did. He shared an apartment with his bandmates - twin sister Artemis, old friend Hermes. They all slept on mattresses on the floor, watched old movies on netflix until the early hours of the morning, smoked and drank cheap wine from expensive bottles and forgot, mostly, that they were a big deal on the internet and had legitimate fangirls writing legitimate fanfiction about them. So far, though, they hadn't done more than front for a few bands now and again, and of course played regular concerts at the local venues. Nothing big. Apollo was just fine with that. His sister was pretty private, and he was a charmer but he sure as hell didn't want the life of the big names. He was in it for the music, really. That was all he cared about.
Hermes came through the window, as he often did. "Guys!" he said, excited, falling all over his feet in his haste to get across the mattress minefield. "Guys, listen. Listen. You're about to love me forever. Say it, say you love me forever."
Apollo frowned. "I won't if you keep talking like that."
Artemis raised her face from her pillow, where she'd been fast asleep not ten seconds previous. "I love you forever. Spit it out." She flopped back down before even listening to the response.
"I got us a gig," the fast-talking Hermes rattled. "A really good gig, I mean, we're still fronting but we're fronting for a big tour and yeah okay so we're not the only fronter but listen this is going to launch Musegates into the big leagues."
Apollo did not like where this was going.
"Lady and gentleman? Say hello to one of the opening bands for Zeus Jupiter."
Greek Mythology Rockstar AU
roll with it. this is just the beginning.
The dream always began the same. He was in the wings, waiting for his big show. The lights would always be different, the stage unfamiliar, but he could see the roaming coils of his synth cords and that seemed to be all in order. He was a guy with a microphone, a keyboard, and a ridiculous amount of machinery. He was a one-man band. Everything live, plugged into an echo box - his best friend - just the same as any other show.
And then, before he could step out on stage, someone was there before him.
He knew her by the way she walked, the imagined fall of her hair if she'd ever take it out of that bun - nothing else was familiar. Always the most stunning, fantastic dress his nighttime brain could come up with. Always looking too beautiful for words. She would have an instrument in her hands - usually a guitar, but sometimes a harp, sometimes a violin, sometimes a flute or a tambourine or a bass or a set of panpipes. Tonight, bells. A full set of tubular bells.
And he would always wake up. Right then. Right before he could hear her, hear the music, but what always struck him the second he was conscious enough to think of it - in the dream, he never once was jealous that she'd taken his stage.
☈
"God damn it all! If someone doesn't find my mic in the next ten seconds - "
Oh, this was just a barrel of laughs, wasn't it? Well, Cissie hadn't exactly promised her a sane workplace, but he had said it would be interesting. And that, as long as she could put up with it, her job was one hundred percent secure.
"Calm down." That was the stern voice of the manager, Ms. Basilea. Echo didn't know her first name; no one knew her first name, except perhaps Zeus himself. But maybe not, maybe she kept herself just as removed from him as she did from the rest of them. "And stop being a baby."
She was tall and thin, with a pretty but stern face and brown hair always pulled tightly back. Today, she had on one of her many pencil skirts - navy blue - and a blouse that seemed deliberately cut to emphasize the square of her shoulders rather than her chest. Echo supposed it was all well and good that she liked to be formal, but this was the music business. She didn't have to be. Look, Echo was practically second in command and she was here in blue jeans and chucks.
Narcissus leaned on the back of her chair, grinning. "Wild Jove on the loose?"
"Better tell the crew to stay clear. He looks good and riled up this time."
"What's it now? A hair out of place? A cable two inches from where he left it?" It wasn't cruel; though gods knew Cissie could be. Zeus Jupiter really could throw fits about those things.
"No, this one's somewhat legitimate. For Jove standards. His microphone's gone missing."
"Oh, hell, he'll have the place torn down by lunch." Cissie groaned and leaned his head back. "And he'll make the entire crew search for it and I won't get the lights set up in time and I won't get to have my shower." He needed at least three hours in the bathroom before every concert. Echo was fairly certain that not even Jove himself took that long, and for what? He would just be up in the lighting booth all night. But no, he always had to be perfect.
"Relax, Cissie," she murmured soothingly, patting his arm. "The boss'll calm him down in no time."
And she did, surprisingly enough. For a man that could spend an hour in hysterics over a less than perfect hairstyle, that it only took two for him to get over his missing microphone was a damn miracle. Narcissus even got his shower, because he had a loving girlfriend who knew almost as much about spotlights as he did, thanks to days like this. Run of the mill, you see, when you were on tour with the Lord of the Sky.
☈
"Really, Zeus, was that even necessary?"
He groaned and rubbed his temples, his entire body curled into a picture of misery. "Hera, how could you even say that. Maybe it wouldn't be, if you can find the damn thing--"
"I told you once before and I'm not telling you again. I'll find it. Trust me." She had her hands on her hips, a stern press of her lips as she glared him out of his sullen mood. "Now, we've got a lot more things to worry about today and you're not ready for any of them. Isn't Hebe supposed to--"
But just then the door to Zeus's dressing room burst open and a harried young woman rushed in, all ginger frizz everywhere and ridiculously out of breath.
"Hebe." Hera glared her down, too, now. "You're late."
"I'm sorry," the woman apologized, and really it should have been Zeus's wrath that she was afraid of, but it was from Hera that her eyes were begging. "I--"
"Save it. I don't care." Hera snapped her fingers and pointed at Zeus's face. "Get to work."
"Yes'm," Hebe muttered, and from then on it was all business. Hebe Juventas was, when it came down to it, an excellent makeup artist, but she had much to be desired elsewhere - punctuality, for one.
"Can't we fire her," Zeus whined, and the only reason Hera didn't read him the riot act for saying that in front of the girl herself was that they'd had this conversation before, just like this, too many times to count.
"When you find someone who can work magic like she does, I'll fire her. Until then? Deal with it."
☈
Poseidon knew he wasn't supposed to be talking to his brother - either of them, really, but with his little brother it was a matter of avoiding the paparazzi - with his older brother, a matter of avoiding the FBI.
But he couldn't help it. He was kind of stupid in that way, maybe, but he knew Hades was good at heart and this whole hostage business was a misunderstanding. A five-year misunderstanding. Right?
"Perse's back with her mother," Hades ground out, frustrated.
"What? I thought you were in a secure location," Poseidon said, with genuine surprise - not necessarily at the news in general, Persephone's mother was a goddamn force of nature, but that it had happened so soon. Usually, it took about six months for her to catch up to wherever Hades had spirited her away to this time.
"Yeah, I know. Look, I need your help."
"Oh no. No. This is the road we don't go down. This is the no-no line. I can't. I would, but everything I do ends up in the hands of Zeus's reporters, and - "
"Reporters? Oh, you mean the filthy lying scumbags with better surveillance equipment than the CIA? Not a problem. You won't even have to leave your house."
Poseidon rolled his eyes; yes, yes, disdain noted. And, unfortunately, he did actually like Persephone. So he probably would've said yes no matter what.
"I... need you to hack into some government satellites for me."
"What?!"
☈
One of the great things about being an indie band, Apollo thought, was that really, no one cared what you did. He shared an apartment with his bandmates - twin sister Artemis, old friend Hermes. They all slept on mattresses on the floor, watched old movies on netflix until the early hours of the morning, smoked and drank cheap wine from expensive bottles and forgot, mostly, that they were a big deal on the internet and had legitimate fangirls writing legitimate fanfiction about them. So far, though, they hadn't done more than front for a few bands now and again, and of course played regular concerts at the local venues. Nothing big. Apollo was just fine with that. His sister was pretty private, and he was a charmer but he sure as hell didn't want the life of the big names. He was in it for the music, really. That was all he cared about.
Hermes came through the window, as he often did. "Guys!" he said, excited, falling all over his feet in his haste to get across the mattress minefield. "Guys, listen. Listen. You're about to love me forever. Say it, say you love me forever."
Apollo frowned. "I won't if you keep talking like that."
Artemis raised her face from her pillow, where she'd been fast asleep not ten seconds previous. "I love you forever. Spit it out." She flopped back down before even listening to the response.
"I got us a gig," the fast-talking Hermes rattled. "A really good gig, I mean, we're still fronting but we're fronting for a big tour and yeah okay so we're not the only fronter but listen this is going to launch Musegates into the big leagues."
Apollo did not like where this was going.
"Lady and gentleman? Say hello to one of the opening bands for Zeus Jupiter."