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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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."

Out of all the Hugh Dancy shots, the man has never done a smoking photoshoot *cries*

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Eros tipped his head to one side, watching as Morpheus took a slow drag. "May I?" he asked, holding out a hand lazily for a cigarette.

*pets*

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Morpheus simply grunted in response as he pulled a pack of Kings from his pocket and handed it to the love god, along with his lighter.