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[shadowtruths]

[He's in a dramatic mood, so his outfit when he appears isn't jeans and a t-shirt but rather something more like this.

He does, however, hold two bottles of wine in his hands. Blends that never existed beyond an ancient dreamer's wishes. A red for her, a white for him.]

[aspolyhymnia]

[She arches a brow at his appearance. It is far more flowy than he usually wears when he visits.]

That is a lot of exposed neck you've brought for me to kiss.

[She gets up from her spot on the sofa to get them a pair of wine glasses.]

[shadowtruths]

It felt suitable for the moment.

[He is one who often considers what is suitable, even if he's come to find that a very blurred line. He sets the bottles on the coffee table. They're chilled already and with a delicate raise of his hand the corks rise up and open.]

How are you faring?

[aspolyhymnia]

You look a bit ethereal, but in your usual black.

[Stella is always a bit in awe of just how beautiful he can be. She sets down the glasses on the coffee table and sits again.]

I'm good, nothing of note recently.

[shadowtruths]

[He pours the red for her. It's a blend of smoky sweetness, deep berry and oak with elements of chocolate and a hint of spice. The white wine he has is more crisp and fruity, with a floral note to it.]

I have stood on business today. My nature in so doing is fluid. As dreams of old meet needs of new, so too must sharp angles give way to flexible corners.

[aspolyhymnia]

[Both of the wines smell good as they are poured, the sort of complex flavors that she can really only find when he brings bottles from the Dreaming.]

Are you tired of flexing your corners today?

[shadowtruths]

I tire of old gods standing on pomp and ceremony instead of where those they serve need them.

I don't understand those who flail and brag to impress on merits that mean nothing.

I tire of tricksters who wish ill rather than gain.

I don't know why I am to blame for not forgiving my sibling who chose to abandon -

[He breathes deeply. Sinks wearily into her sofa. Sips his wine.]

I'm fine.

[aspolyhymnia]

[She shifts closer and rests her head on his shoulder.]

You do not need to be fine, I am here to listen to you, the same as you are for me.

[She can only vaugely understand what it is like to be one of the Endless, to be so entwined with your purpose that it becomes you as it does for them. But what she does understand is how to listen, and to cuddle up with him to offer him the comfort of a warm touch.]

and you are always welcome here, my love.

[shadowtruths]

[He sits on her sofa, drawing in air he doesn't need. Taking in the physical comfort he graces himself to enjoy. It's a luxury not all have, and he can't escape that now.]

My siblings wish my ruin.

I worry I play into their game. And that it might hurt others in so doing.

Your family knows of such ancient games.

[aspolyhymnia]

Surely not all of your siblings.

[Stella and Death have become friends who meet up on occasion.]

I never cared for the dramatics of my family.

[shadowtruths]

Your family is certainly a microcosm unto itself.

[aspolyhymnia]

As is yours.

[She sips her wine and snuggles up against him.]

Is there anything I can offer to help you? Even just listening.

[shadowtruths]

Mine? It is but the cosmos, not a Pantheon. No worries for what is a function of the galaxy.

It sounds though as if your family is quarreling again?

[aspolyhymnia]

I've heard only mutters. I really only speak to my sisters.

[shadowtruths]

Of course.

[aspolyhymnia]

Do you know something that I don't?

[shadowtruths]

Pickled egg suits pizza.

[aspolyhymnia]

[She gives him a look and then laughs.]

I don't believe you on that.

[shadowtruths]

That is the human in you. Some argue in favor, others vehemently against.

It matters not neither way.

Many care so intimately, though.

[aspolyhymnia]

Pizza is a surprisingly sensitive topic.

You are quite melancholy tonight, aren't you?

[shadowtruths]

I have spoken with Destiny.

We have never gotten along.

[aspolyhymnia]

What did Destiny say to you?

[She brushes her fingers through his hair. Stella is a rather tactile person.]

[shadowtruths]

He would not say.

[aspolyhymnia]

What did you ask then?

[shadowtruths]

If anything is to come soon from my last trip to Hell. Specifically, in regards to my realm's safekeeping.

[He leans into her touch as he sips his drink.]