THANATOS

— You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me. ❞ ‘ of erebus & nyx ‘ personification of death

Chokes.

Pleasantly surprised. He’s taking the water, and, uh, issuing a formal “thanks” for the effort.

He’s looking for some, damn.

... Okay, even Thanatos isn’t as edgy as Kronos, and that’s saying A Lot.

They’ve been on an all-wine diet in an attempt to feel ~anything~. Look, they’re stupid, and they certainly don’t learn from their mistakes. Too busy running the world or something. Thanatos takes the cup and rejoices (downs it in one go).

They’ve all been drinking wine, D. But the shitty, mortal-made stuff. Guess they shoulda listened sooner. He’s sitting. Change his life. Fix his heart. Oof.

Where has this been the last thousand years, and why has Dion been keeping it to himself? Pour him a glass, he’s parched.

Alright. Yep. Drinks with Dionysus. Sounds like a dream.

Parties usually come to him, don’t they? Chance would have it that at /some/ point, it would have to be an Underworld party.

He’s just making her job easier, putting the distance himself. Have fun.

D was the one who walked into an Underworld party — what did he expect?

A cue to leave? He has work to do anyway. Death never sleeps.

Not for LONG.

Breathes.

More startled than he lets on, Thanatos freezes for a moment, then relaxes. “Which of my brother’s brats is this, huh?” He pats his nephew’s arm and peers to see.

With some suspicion... permission granted.