Arcadian Forest Party

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This was more work that he usually bothered to put in, Pan thought, especially here, at home, but everything was set.




At first glance, it appeared to be a forest clearing, beautiful and wild but nothing different than a hundred other clearings spread throughout the woods of the Arcadian mountains. But when you looked again, Pan thought, you saw something quite different. Hidden in the trees were a series of structures suspended in air, hung with ivy and dew, and through the mist-shrouded branches you could see the faint glow of light, and you could smell the scent of fire and food. There was the fire pit, a circle suspended in the arms of a large oak with a crackling golden fire, a roast, and bowls of marshmallows, chocolate and crackers waiting. There was the bar, stocked with a rich variety of wines and alcohols and staffed by two of the satyrs. And then there was the forest floor itself, bare now, but waiting for the dancing. On all sides of the floor, there were cushions on the low branches and benches of fallen logs, each accompanied with wooden buckets full of wine and beer bottles and glassed suspended with vine.

"Well," he said to Zaffre, currently wrapped around his neck, "I think we're ready." Pan flicked a leaf off his forest green turtleneck and looked around with approval before pausing. "We're almost ready," he corrected, and pulled his pan flute up to his lips.

The forest filled with music as he played, music that began as the mystical songs of the flute, but transformed as he let the instrument fall to his side - transformed into thrumming, sensual rhythms and intricate guitars that would encourage the party-goers to...well, Pan thought with a sharp grin, to be bad. Very bad.

"Let the games begin," Pan said.

[Notes: Everyone in fortuna_invicta is invited, the more the merrier in Pan's opinion. If anyone needs directions to the right section of the forest, let Pan know on the SWS post. Mingle! Get drunk! Stuff your face! Find a secluded tree and do naughty things! Pan approves highly of all these pursuits. Format = narrative third person, if you please!]

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If he wasn't so bloody old Eros may have gotten a jump out of him, but as it is Morpheus does an about face and smiles at the love god.
"I do try. After all have to keep my wits around this lot."
He tilts his head towards Freya's little reminder with a small smirk, "Been enjoying the view?"

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"I think the view may have been enjoying me," he murmurs, grinning rather wickedly and running a finger over it. "Dear cousin Freya from the Northlands is visiting. It would have been terribly rude not to introduce myself."

He's not done, not by half, not even after that blaze of lust, but he's sated for now and ready to observe the party he and Freya had fled almost immediately after laying eyes on each other. "I see you've taken my advice and sought out a night off."

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"Phobetor has been asking me for ages. I just gave him some time to do as he wishes. Though this does mean there will be an influx of nightmares..."

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Eros' eyes flicker with a deep light as he watches the moving figures in the firelight. "Facing nightmares can bring about strength. And Phobetor will be grateful for the opportunity. It's kind of you."

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Morpheus moves to sit down but leaves enough space for Eros to join him and stares into the flames.

"He deserves more credit then he gets. There's far more to nightmares then cheap thrills and long nights Eros.

They are just as beautifully constructed as any other dream, but built to make you face your fears and let your subconscious remember what it was to be a child and have that feeling of being the only one who could ever truly face the monsters under the bed.
Phantasos, too will get his day to oversee the majority of work. I may hold the title but without them, my father, or the others it would hardly be a kingdom."

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Eros' smile turns speculative as he moves to sit beside Morpheus and listens to him speak. His voice always turns deeper when he speaks of his work, the dreams he weaves for mortal and immortal alike. It sends a shiver down the love god's spine and he's almost sorry he hadn't chosen his newer female form tonight.

"Your admiration for your brothers' crafts does you credit, Dreamer," he murmurs as he watches the leaping flames.

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"Hmmm?" He glances over at Eros as if he'd been lost in thought, which to be quite honest he had been. "My father...he taught us well. He may not have been the most exciting of gods obviously, as he spends most millennia napping but when we were born, he taught us and let us mold our own definition of how to heal a mortal's mind through the presence of dreams or prophecies even. When he divided the duties and gave me the title of King no one questioned it. I'm not quite sure why other then we had been doing the same dance for hundreds of years and all those in my realm knew it was hardly going to change because I was the one who got called to meetings."

Morpheus is proud of his family and his voice keeps that low, proud tone as he speaks of his father with utmost respect and a hint of amusement.

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Eros smiles and leans into the other god for a moment. "Meetings, hmm? Perhaps you're simply the most adept at bureaucracy?" he asks, eyes dancing playfully.

"You are always so serious," he adds, reaching up to run a finger down the edge of Morpheus' jaw.

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"Or perhaps because I looked best in a suit." Morpheus watches Eros' finger with mild interest as he summons one of the Satyrs to get him a glass of wine. "It comes with the territory."

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Eros smiles with an edge of heat to it, letting his eyes roam over the white shirt and tie. "You do, at that," he replies with a quiet laugh. "I almost wish I'd dressed differently." He winks slowly, then drops his hand.

He knows - or he's fairly certain - that Morpheus would prefer his company as a her, though he'd hardly refuse him in either form.

"I'm pleased you've stopped by, regardless," he says with a good-natured smile, lessening any building tension.

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"I must attempt to be social at least once every hundred years." There was a teasing note to his tone as he untied his tie and let the material rest on his shoulders.

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"Every hundred years?" Eros smirks and reaches out to snag the tie, drawing it slowly from around Morpheus' neck and sliding it lightly between his fingers. "Sounds like a fairy tale. I wonder which part you'd play?"

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Just for that he unbuttons the top three buttons of his shirt, though it's unintentional...surely. "The surly bastard who points the Prince or princess in the right direction."

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Eros' brows go up sharply and a low laugh is almost lost in the pounding music. Perhaps he'd been a little hasty in his assumption. "Surly bastard with a secret heart of gold?" he asks lightly, drawing the tie between his fingers with a speculative light in his eye.

"And what part would I play in this story, Dreamer?"

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"Or the one shouting for the idiot to get off his blasted lawn." Morpheus leans back into one of the thicker branches not occupied by a cushion, and crosses his legs at the ankle-clearly comfortable. "You'd either be said prince, or the one making sure the two idiots get together."

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"Hmmm." Eros considers, deeply serious even as he shifts to turn his back on the fire and face Morpheus, tucking his feet beneath him and leaning against the reclining god, still playing with the stolen scrap of silk. "I think I'd prefer to be the latter. We could watch happily ever after happen, once our respective duties were finished."

"Besides," he adds with a rather heated smile, "if I were the Prince, I might not make it to the Princess after meeting you."

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Having long ago gotten used to touchy feely love gods Morpheus simply cracks open an eye at the comment and gives Eros a deep chuckle. "You have always been a flatterer Eros."

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"Is that an objection, Morpheus?" Eros asks mildly, with a faint smile. He could press ahead, or he could back off, depending on the other god's wishes. Pressing ahead at this point would likely involve slipping the tie behind its owner's neck and sitting in his lap, and he'd proceed from there, but he can just as easily stay where he is. It's entirely up to the dream-god.

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Morpheus smiles back, his insides warm and relaxed as he absorbed the most undoubtedly enchanted wine and pats Eros on the knee . "While I do see the appeal of your true form I have yet to find the elegance of a woman's touch in the male persona my freind."

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"And where better to look? New experiences should always be embraced." But it's a good-natured tease. He won't press, preferring to keep the comfortable companionship of the busy and rather solitary god.

bed for me dear, I can see sunlight XD

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Letting out a smooth sigh, Morpheus gives his companion a dimpled half smile. "Perhaps someday. You of course will be my number one choice."

Ha, I wish I could, it's raining here. Sleep well, dearest <3

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Eros smiles quietly, reaching out to trace a finger lightly along the edge of Morpheus' jaw. "Perhaps I'll consider it a dream of mine," he murmurs with a laugh.

Hope you got some rest eventually sweetheart<3

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With an idle sip of his wine Morpheus makes a mental note to re-catalog a few high brow Gods dreams' and see if there's any room for non-prophetic or warnings of doom to fit in some actual rest. "I'll see what's on the schedule."

Aww. Yes I did. Dreams and everything <3

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His head tips back as Eros laughs, bright eyes dancing with humorous affection. "See, you're clearly very adept at administration," he teases, absently brushing a dark curl back from his face as he drapes Morpheus' tie around his own neck.

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Lighting a cigarette with a casual glance towards Eros to see if he was alright with it, or wanted one even Morpheus smirked. "There's a reason I dabble in the business world when playing mortal and not cataloging their problems."