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[kill_some_time]

Characters: belovedonce and kill_some_time
Location: Ganymede's room
Rating: G?
Time: Nov. 10th, shortly after this conversation
Description: What goes how where? (Never agree to play 20 questions with a god.)

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[belovedonce]

It was force of habit really, that had kept Ganymede from giving more explicit instructions to the god. Lifetime upon lifetime of idle waiting. The prince had never been the one to seek them out after all- had never had a say in how or when company would find him, much less who would appear. It was only natural, in retrospect, that he had expected Hades would somehow, instinctively, know just where to find him- and it was only after the door swung open that he realized his error.

He really shouldn't have been surprised.
Human or not, he supposed there were some things that not even mortality could take from Hades.

The prince turned from his perch, the desk he'd been seated at when he addressed the city hours earlier. The place he'd been seated ever since- gazing ambivalently out the still open window. To the desert he still couldn't quite believe was real. To a city entirely unlike the garden he'd known. To the hot evening air, heavy with the smell of dust, of earth in place of a delicate waft of flowers. His mouth opened at the

[kill_some_time]

Hades' reaction to finding the right door right off the bat was a slow exhale under his breath, nothing even most off the gods would have noticed. Making his way in, he didn't bother to greet Ganymede in return - they both knew who each other was, so it seemed pointless

[belovedonce]

The words left something hollow in their wake. A place devoid of anger, or sadness, but also without relief or joy. The god was right, he had left the garden- but to what end? Even with this desert air ghosting against the nape of his neck, hanging heavy and dry between them, Ganymede wasn't certain he could rejoice. Had leaving the garden been the extent of what he wanted? -It couldn't be. Not when he was unwilling to sacrifice his sanity for it. Not when he felt no contentment, no peace in his new surroundings. Perhaps it was no longer an immortal garden, but he had been summoned by another's will regardless. Had been enlisted for a cause he had no opinion on without his consent. Would remain here until he served his purpose

[kill_some_time]

Had Ganymede voiced any of his thoughts, Hades would have taken pleasure in calling him a ‚dumb butterfly‘. As things were he only observed the once again mortal prince, Apollo's pet, frown and give him questions that Hades was not the right one to answer.

"Different? Of course." His voice was deep and yet light, carrying a hint of a lilt that was edging on emotion. Knowledge. Amusement, over a question that was too simple to be answered easily. "Circumstances have changed." One of his ears flicked as he ever-so slightly inclined his head, causing a strand of black hair to slip over them. Observing the prince, he voiced what he considered obvious.

"You are not happy." Even though he was free, even though the balance of power had shifted in his favor.