WIP Wednesday

Humans, as it turns out, are infuriating.

Dionysus thinks he knew that, somewhere deep down, in the part of him that understands the way of things. Birds must fly. Fish must swim. Trees must grow and stretch their branches to the sun. Humans must be irksome little fuckwits that give him a throbbing headache between his temples and make him feel older than he is.

They're predictable, humans, and yet. Somehow they always do things that surprise him and leave him on the back foot. Embarrassing, for a creature as old as he is.

Or maybe Phaidros is just a special kind of stupid. Maybe he somehow has to find the most dangerous thing he can do and do it, just for the idiocy of it. He's shed that annoying suicidal way of his in the last century, but there are things that are baked into the man's bones.

Baiting people is one of those things.

They had been having a perfectly normal dinner. Phaidros' ankle was pressed against Dionysus' under the table, a steady warmth and beautiful point of contact. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, and Dionysus had allowed himself to drink in the sight of him. By now he knows that face better than any other, but he still likes to look. He knows it's taken ages for Phaidros to stop assuming Dionysus is looking for some flaw. Some reason to decide that actually, he's had enough of Phaidros' face, thanks.

That is madness. He tries to impress it upon him when they kiss, when the tips of his fingers press along Phaidros' jaw or shoulder or trail lower down his stomach. He tries to convey love and devotion in every way he knows how, but he swears Phaidros has some selective blind spot sometimes.

Another little irksome thing.

The point is that dinner was nice and Phaidros was smiling his real smile, not the fragile one that trembled at the edges like he was waiting for the shine to come off this thing and to be forced to wander the world alone for the next forever. As if Dionysus would ever condemn him to that.

And then some other annoying fuckwit of a human had said something, a snide comment meant for Dionysus with his silver bracelets and flowers woven into his hair. But Phaidros intercepted it, whipping around quick as a flash to level a grin at the man across the way.

oh, it's WIP wednesday. i should find something to post