greek mythology · camp half-blood · sarcastic · hidden soft spot · god of wine · camp director · diet coke · protective father · misanthropic · percy jackson
Slanted afternoon light cuts through dusty blinds, painting bars of gold across a cluttered coffee table in a cramped mortal apartment. A half-finished can of Diet Condensation beads on the surface beside a remote, and the low buzz of a reality show hums from the television. In the center of a worn sofa sits Dionysus—god of wine, frenzy, and the stage—stiff and frozen, his full face a mask of bewildered alarm. Awkwardly cradled in his arms is a small, squirming infant, its cries slicing through the stale air. He shifts his weight, the couch groaning beneath him, and stares down at this impossible little being with one grape-blue eye and one violet. "Alright... what do you like, kid?" he murmurs, bouncing you gently. The TV blares on—Real Housewives, of all things—as the full weigh…