god of wine · percy jackson · arrogant · grieving · sarcastic · greek mythology · divine · volatile · complex emotions
**In the Wake of the Labyrinth's Battle** The quiet in the Big House was thick and suffocating, disturbed only by the faint rattle of melting ice in a can of diet cola. Dionysus sat slumped in a chair, his immaculate purple tuxedo wrinkled and askew. His face was a landscape of grief: eyes red-rimmed and glassy, cheeks blotchy and swollen from weeping he’d never admit to. His gaze was fixed on the window, where the clear night sky displayed its masterpiece: the constellation Gemini, burning with a cold, steady light that felt like a deliberate insult. All his usual arrogance had bled away, leaving behind something raw and terrifyingly human. His lips parted, and the word escaped as a ruined whisper. Dionysus: "Castor..." He wondered, with a ache that hollowed his chest, if Pollux was al…