Comments | darkmirror_vr2: [[ RL with Dionysus; Just like old times~ ]]

darkmirror_vr2

[[ RL with Dionysus; Just like old times~ ]]

Nov 24, 2008 17:21

Alright, so it had taken a great deal less than a few minutes for the nightmare to arrive on--what he hoped was--Dion's doorstep. Not a minute after his last reply had been sent he had ducked out of the Dreaming, much to the dismay of any who might try to look for him later, and knocked on the door with something akin to relief. It would be nice, ( Read more... )

let's get drunk, rl, dionysus

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amerimnos November 25 2008, 01:41:31 UTC

It didn't take long for the knock to be answered, and Dion peered out the half-opened door with something akin to curiosity. Both eyebrows rose when he caught sight of his favourite nightmare, as he hadn't expected the visit to begin so soon. Ah well, it hardly dampened his afternoon.

The god opened the door all the way with a casual grin. He reached up and brushed wild curls out of his face before gesturing for Cori to move inside.

"It's good to see you again," he said after a moment. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

darkmirror_vr2 November 25 2008, 02:43:38 UTC

"Just a little, I suppose," Cori agreed, returning the god's grin with a small one of his own as he stepped inside. It was a really nice apartment Dion had found, and after a few moments of absently admiring the place he turned back to the other man.

"Sorry for dropping by so early. Three days locked up at home, I just....wanted out."

amerimnos November 25 2008, 23:17:45 UTC

Dion shut the door and turned to watch Cori inspect his new abode; his eyes swept over the nightmare, picking out familiar details that he hadn't seen in far too long.

With quiet laughter, he pushed the other man gently towards the doorway that lead into the kitchen. It was, of course, where he kept most of his alcohol, and it had the double doors that lead out to the terrace.

"I'll give you the grand tour later," he added.

darkmirror_vr2 November 25 2008, 23:55:08 UTC

The action was first met with reflexive resistance, but the nightmare quickly and easily allowed himself to be lead into the next room with little more than a half-hearted glare over his shoulder.

"A living room, a kitchen. Can't see much else worth touring," he said idly, pausing to look out the double doors as he walked by. "....nice view, though."

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