Run for your life

[saveyourpoison]

Yes, he had wanted to die. Yes, he had chosen not to heed his mother's warning to leave the woods before the Bacchante arrived. And yet, when he saw the wild, mad, raging women he did not fancy being torn by them simply for the sake of his sex. No. He ran. Ran for a life he had not valued before. A life he had wanted to end and not had the courage

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[endlessdel]

Delirium was walking back up from the beach when she saw him. Her nephew, who was dead. Her nephew, whose death caused her brother to die and a whole lot of things to happen. Her nephew, who had helped her find her brother. Her nephew, who had been a head. Delirium stared at him, body and all and walked up to him. She hugged him tightly. "hELLo nEPHew," Delirium started in english and then bit her lip.

She hated Greece, she hated their name for her Mania. Silly, silly name. "GOod day, oRPheus." She repeated in ancient greek. Wow the island was being real nice to her this week. Real nice, she was kinda worried about that.

[saveyourpoison]

"Aunt Mania!" Orpheus looked at her and would have doubted his senses had he not been so sure that there was no person remotely like his Aunt. Like any of his Aunts, to be true. Or his Uncles. Perhaps this place was one of gods and creatures anyway? The woods looked strange enough for it - plants as he had never seen before, birds he had never heard and a heat that was much worse than that of Greece. "Hello," he added, recalling that he had best be at least a bit respectful. He had fallen out with enough family of late.

[endlessdel]

Delirium frowned at the name. She really, really hated the greeks. "YoU LoOK LoST nePhEW, diD you WANdER Off THe pATh?" Delirium asked as she took in the state of him. He looked from the older times, where she had been at his wedding and absolutly miserable. She smiled politely at him and took his arm. "CoME oN, wALk wiTH mE NephEW. thEn you CAN asK me...MMM thRee QUestioNS."

[saveyourpoison]

How very typical to get three questions. This had to be trial of sorts or perhaps... no... family in dreams was rare after the argument. This was not the work of his father. If it had been the scenery would have been different too.
"I was running away from the Bacchante," he explained, walking next to her and wondering what to ask. Three questions. It was valuable three, then.

[get_a_lifetime]

Death was sitting on the shore in a dress, but draped in a black shawl that nearly swallowed her. Her brother had been right. Without her hair, the sun made her neck sting.

Catching a brief flash of movement, she turned to look at who it might be and she recognized a new, very old, face.

She smiled gently and shook her head. She rose like smoke and the wind caught the fringe of her shawl as she faced him.

"Sweet boy," she said, her voice a familiar tone to those who had heard it more than once. A familiar language to make him comfortable in her presence. "Have you only just arrived?"

[saveyourpoison]

The sun was so bright here, by the sea. He had reached it shortly after finding the path and perhaps the brightness was why he didn't see her - despite the blackness in all the white.

The voice was familiar and it was a scare as well as a comfort - he had heard it recently and he had failed her chance. He nodded. "Yes, Aunt Teleute." He knelt in the sand next to her so he could look at her too and she at him. "I was running in the woods of Thrace and then I was here." He feared her judgement, though he knew she wasn't one to judge.

[get_a_lifetime]

"I always liked Thrace. But it was not like here," she replied, looking him, paying particular attention to his neck. "I wasn't expecting you."

[saveyourpoison]

It was a strange answer and the look she was giving him was a bit disconcerting. "I liked it too," he said. "Until all the joy went away. I wasn't expecting this either." It occurred to him that perhaps he should ask what and where this was and what was going on, but he wasn't really sure how to. That and he was still a bit scared.

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre was bent over, a somewhat ungainly position, carefully uprooting a plant similar to the one that Mike had given her on Valentine's day. She was starting to think that a little garden might be nice. When she heard singing, she looked up, shading her eyes, an unconcious smile on her face as she listened.

[saveyourpoison]

Had he not been looking for signs of life he would likely not have seen her, especiall not when the music still played and he would get absorbed in it. But there was a woman standing in what looked like a garden. There were pretty flowers in it. If the woman was pretty he didn't know as he couldn't really see her properly with her hand shading her like that. "Good day," he said. "Could you perhaps tell me where I am?" And maybe she would know the way to Thrace too.

[flowers_on_skin]

Greek. Wonderful. Eostre frowned momentarily.

"An island," she said, wincing at her terrible Greek. "Tabula Rasa. It's magic."

[saveyourpoison]

Orpheus restrained himself from making a face at her accent. It was awful. But then, if it was he must be far from home and perhaps lucky to meet a person who spoke any Greek at all.

"A magic island? Why am I here, then? Is it the gods calling me?" Perhaps Hades had used some boon with the gods to have Orpheus taken away and if it was a malign intent he was doomed. Suddenly the sun didn't seem so warm.

[picksthelosers]

She's traipsing. Really, that is the only way to properly describe what she's doing, traipsing back and forth, find stones and things, the better for skipping, the better for betting.

It's the music that at first causes her to make a face.

Greeks. Can't live with them, can't take them anywhere and well, let's be honest, there's only so much credit they can take.

Still, she sticks out her tongue for a moment, before slipping into aged language. "Greeks, bugger all."

[saveyourpoison]

"I wouldn't say all." The remark escaped him before he had thought of it, reminiscent of banter he had had before; it was making him smile too, forgetting his fear. Then he took a closer look at the woman there, wondering who he was facing.

[picksthelosers]

She taps her chin, laughing and shaking her head slightly.

"Oh, I do enjoy that sense of humour." Now, which one was he? Crickeys, this was always the hard part. Too many to muster with. She clicks her tongue against her teeth. Music. Hm. She'll get it eventually. "Let's see, who might you be? Oh, frell, I'll get it. Sometime. But anyways, tell me, Musician, are you concerned?"

[saveyourpoison]

"I am Orpheus," he said with some pride, his concern in the back of his mind just now, but he had to admit to it, after all. "I am concerned. I do not know where I am or how I happened to be here."

[mr_demonology]

Wesley found the man along the path and studied him curiously, noting his demeanor and the strange face proved that he was new. "Hello?" he spoke, to get his attention.

[saveyourpoison]

There was a voice off to one side of his and it spoke a word he didn't understand. It made him jump just a fraction. "Sir? What did you say?" Perhaps if it was repeated he would understand. Oh, how he hoped he would.

[mr_demonology]

Wesley frowned and he realized that what the man was speaking was Ancient Greek of all things, a language Wesley had learned for the Delphic Oracles and ancient translations. "I simply said hello," he spoke, quite fluently. Compared to several demonic dialects he knew, Ancient Greek was a walk in the park.

[saveyourpoison]

"Oh." He smiled at the nice man who suddenly made sense. "Hello, then. I am very relieved to meet a civilized person." Because if Greek was spoken then it couldn't be too bad a place. The man did have a slight and unfamiliar accent, but it wasn't at all unpleasant to listen to - nor was he to look at.