He is loud, obnoxious, childish and, quite frankly, annoying. he rarely thinks twice before acting and flirts with practically everything that moves. although he does have a wife, Dionysus currently has his eyes set on Nemesis. and has a great time trying to get under her skin.
| ◥ |  | handmaiden-hecate ASKED |
-raises arms in defeat- Guilty! -arches his brow and slowly smiles- Entertain you? Well ye just go rig’t to t’a point don’t you? -leans a bit closer- Maybe we could ‘ave a private party hm?
| ◥ |  | huntofartemis ASKED |
Well, well, well look w’o’s ‘ere.
Pleasure s’all mine Amphi darlin’.
| ◥ |  | sheofthemoonlight ASKED |
-licks his lips, grinning- Now w’y would ye want t’a sober me up? T’at’ll just spoil t’a fun, Selene. -leans a bit closer, whispering- Would rat’er get you drunk. T’en we could really catch up. -waggles eyebrows-
| ◥ | | handmaiden-hecate ASKED |
T’row a party? Haha, w’at fer you people? You t’ink I’d t’row a party just because ye told me to? Hm? -pauses. gives a small shrugs and smiles- Sure, w’y not. Mig’t need all t’a alcohol in t’a world to loosen up some uv’ you people tho.
| ◥ | | handmaiden-hecate ASKED |
…You assume? Girl, t’ere ain’t anyone better at ‘ostin’ a party t’an me! -snorts- I’m always drunk, love. To infinity ‘n’ beyond!
| ◥ |  | mistress-of-animals ASKED |
-snorts- Well it’s yer fault. I ‘ave a childlike imagination…Endless possibilities…Filled wit’ unicorns, ‘n’ rainbows ‘n’ transsexual transvestites. -grins and licks his lips, reaching for a bottle under his bed, sighs- Was savin’ t’is fer a special occasion. But ah can’t let mah siblings spend a w’ole day bein’ sober, can I? -holds it out to her-
| ◥ | | mistress-of-animals ASKED |
-smiles brightly- ‘Ave ye ever seen me sober Artemis? ‘Cos I ‘aven’t. Call me w’en you do tho. And if ye jus’ get a glass I’ll fill it with all t’a wine ya want… -blinks, titling his head- Lavishing father with… -widens eyes-
Artemis! T’at’s sick.
| ◥ | | mistress-of-animals ASKED |
Well, ah’m ‘ere ain’t I? Feel free to shower me wit’ gifts ‘n’ affection. -chuckles and sighs-
Arrived a few ‘ours ago…Or was it days? I sort uv’ lost count w’en I got to t’e 23rd bottle. ‘Ow long ‘ave ye been ‘ere anyway?
Oh, I dunno ‘bout t’at, t’ere’s a couple of goddesses out t’ere who wouldn’t mind givin’ me a handshake underneath t’a covers. C’moooon, Hera. Don’t be a stiff. I promise I’ll be gentle.
A handshake under the covers. Very creative way to put it, Dionysus. Surely you know…
Pffft. Bein’ classy ain’t fun, Hera. Haha, I know right? Hey, remember t’at time he turned into a bull and took t’is chick into a desert…Oh. Probably shouldn’ mention t’at should I? ‘Ow ye ‘aven’t screwed around yet is…Beyond mah comprehension.
