[the feed clicks on to someone, shakily, putting the communicator down. it's accidental, strange, for the owner, since he is very careful about what he does and does not post
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[he sits down, and his face comes into view; cast into shadow by feathers but he doesn't look so shit hot either way. glassy eyes and lips parted with breath that sounds more like a wheeze as he glances at her through pale lashes.]
[he's still for a moment, before another of those whooping coughs grabs his chest, and he shudders against the table before working himself into sitting.
he regards the girl with glassy eyes and inclines his head. she isn't someone he knows.]
[there's a hunch to his shoulders that isn't normally there, not that this girl would know it. he doesn't recognize her, save from a post on the network. he shudders violently once, before it subsides into the tremble it was before.
[if he could muster up the energy, he might even smile, but he can't do that. everything takes so much effort.
he reaches one hand up, from where his head lays on his arm on the table, and the camera turns a fraction to reveal his balcony. the king is in his own apartment for once.]
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[ ganymede closes his communicator without another word, and the click feels like it rings forever in his unusually quiet apartment. he hasn't the vaguest idea why he's doing this- because ganymede- ganymede hasn't the vaguest idea what he's doing at all. only that he's grabbed an armful of blankets, and moved to cross' refrigerator to fish out a bowl of leftover soup.
what business does he have meddling in anyone's life? much less the mortality of a god- of a deity partially responsible for the disaster his existence has become.
zeus' door opens regardless, and once the prince enters, it closes quietly behind him. ]
[when Ganymede arrives, Zeus hasn't moved from his place at the table. a cascade of pure white feathers around him like a waterfall. it was likely a strange sight, to see the god all but felled by illness, his labored breathing too loud in the small apartment.]
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eventually, the video clicks on.
he's acknowledging you, Lain, even if he's silent and his face isn't on screen.]
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It's bad if you get sick. Do you want me to make you some soup?
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the video clicks on, and it shows Zeus sitting down- and laying his cheek on arms folded on the table.]
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You're still kinda cute even if you're sick!
[This is somehow supposed to make Zeus feel better]
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he regards the girl with glassy eyes and inclines his head. she isn't someone he knows.]
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but that doesn't stop him eventually clicking on the video to his wiping watery eyes with the back of his wrist.]
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really, he's already left it too long.]
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he expects people will never stop offering, but he might never stop saying no.]
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his lips part on a labored exhale, and he inclines his head, watching her.]
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Where are you?
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he reaches one hand up, from where his head lays on his arm on the table, and the camera turns a fraction to reveal his balcony. the king is in his own apartment for once.]
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what business does he have meddling in anyone's life? much less the mortality of a god- of a deity partially responsible for the disaster his existence has become.
zeus' door opens regardless, and once the prince enters, it closes quietly behind him. ]
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