"This is fine as it is." Mind you, Gadriel did not have the most refined palate. Sweet was good, because he could recognize it. "How did you learn to make this?"
Right now, it was really just fancy apple juice. "I was given the recipe. Proper Nectar is a divine indulgence for the gods of Olympus and is made of golden apples. A treat in the Underworld, although less so now that I can make them myself."
"This is good enough for me. I am no god." Obviously. What would he even be a god of? Social awkwardness?
He handed it back to her in case she wanted more, looking over the bay, where the stars were glittering on the waves from the sky above. A different kind of beauty, where the roiling waves managed to look peaceful somehow.
"So you would refuse if I offered you the true nectar?" she asked.
Melinoë gently pushed the bottle back toward him. It was his gift to drink, not hers. She still had plenty stored back at her camp. Instead, her gaze drifted to the water and the darkening horizon.
"I shouldn't grow complacent here," she murmured. "My duty to slay Chronos weighs heavily on my mind. And yet… these moments of beauty are hard to turn away from."
"No. I would refuse nothing you offered." Wait. That came out a little...much. But he couldn't think of a way to retract it so he just let the words hang in the night air, watching the sky on the water.
"I understand. My chapter, my kind, we have the hours set for us for our Primarch, so that we have something to fill our time, other than worry and idleness. It is a blessing sometimes."
"Good. It is rude to refuse a gift from the gods." She teased — although it was very true if her interactions with the gods of Olympus were to be considered.
"Most of my time is spent hunting down Chronos, or aiding my family on the surface. The Crossroads offer some reprieve, but even then I feel anxious when I am not moving. Is it like this often, here?" Should she expect it more?
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He handed it back to her in case she wanted more, looking over the bay, where the stars were glittering on the waves from the sky above. A different kind of beauty, where the roiling waves managed to look peaceful somehow.
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Melinoë gently pushed the bottle back toward him. It was his gift to drink, not hers. She still had plenty stored back at her camp. Instead, her gaze drifted to the water and the darkening horizon.
"I shouldn't grow complacent here," she murmured. "My duty to slay Chronos weighs heavily on my mind. And yet… these moments of beauty are hard to turn away from."
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"I understand. My chapter, my kind, we have the hours set for us for our Primarch, so that we have something to fill our time, other than worry and idleness. It is a blessing sometimes."
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"Most of my time is spent hunting down Chronos, or aiding my family on the surface. The Crossroads offer some reprieve, but even then I feel anxious when I am not moving. Is it like this often, here?" Should she expect it more?