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Of Wine And War	By : KiriNoTenshi Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 28996 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I woke up in my own bed. I had been having a dream that may have involved chipmunks or squirrels or groundhogs. I couldn't remember which, but there were definitely cute, fuzzy, woodland creatures involved. I came to the conclusion that it was probably a good dream, and for the first time, of what I assumed would be many that day, I regretted waking up at all.
My shoulder was heavily bandaged and my ribs were in a similar state. My ankle was wrapped in an ACE Bandage and propped up on a stack of pillows. I shifted to sit up, causing pain to shoot through my ribs and shoulder.
A soft light soaked the room as the sun began rise outside the window. I glanced through my open door towards the living room. There were no lights on out there. I heaved a relieved sigh, glad that I was alone in my apartment. I needed some time to myself to get my thoughts in order.
I had been so sure that Dionysus hated me. It had pretty much been a constant since my first day at camp. So why did he save me? It may have been him just being possessive, but when he showed up in that alley it felt like there was something more. If it had been him not wanting people touching his stuff (I cringed at that thought) then why did he relent so easily when I wanted to leave camp? When we had talked that morning over a month ago he made it seem like he actually cared about my life. ‘I was angry at myself… For having to be the one to imprison you in this situation by omitting the details, but if you had chosen death I…’ he never had finished that thought.
I took a deep breath. The fact of the matter was that I was going to be stuck with him for the rest of my life, which thanks to him would now last forever. If I really thought about it I knew that I couldn’t live with being angry at him forever, even if he did deserve it. If I was going to get through this I had to find some way to make peace. I needed to talk to him, and I just hope that he’ll hear me out.
No time like the present. “Dionysus,” I called out to my dark apartment. “If you can hear me, I would like to talk to you.” I sat back and stared up at my ceiling, nothing to do now but wait.
“How are you feeling?” he asked from my door way.
“I’m sore all over but I’ve had worse,” I said. “I have something to say and I want to get through this so please just listen until I’m finished, okay?”
He just nodded and sat down in my desk chair that had rolled its way next to my bed.
“Okay, I want to start by saying that what I’m about to say doesn’t mean that I’ve forgiven you, but I’ve sent the past month being angry at you, angrier then I’m ever been in my life, and it’s exhausting. I don’t want to live like that and the thought of feeling this way forever…” I took a deep breath. “That’s not an option. So, I want to try to make things work between us, not because I want to be with you, but because that’s what I need. But I’m not going just do whatever you tell me. I want us to get along but if you do something I don’t agree with then I’m still going to call you out on it. I want you to respect me not as your subordinate but for who I am as an individual. And I also need to be able to enjoy being free to live my life the way I want to. I can accept that you are now a permanent part of my life, but I won’t put up with your abuse. This is nonnegotiable. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Dionysus said softly but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. “Percy, I have no intention of letting you come to harm. Not by my hand or anyone else’s. I can’t offer you complete freedom: we’re bound, so the fates won’t allow for you to completely separate yourself from me. But I will do what I can to make sure that you have as few restrictions as possible. You have my word, Percy.”
“You called me Percy,” I said.
“You were pretty insistent that I call you by your name.”
“Does this mean that you’re not trying to keep me at a distance anymore?” I asked. I had been thinking about my conversation with Hermes a lot since I left camp and got a little piece and quiet.
“I have no idea what you mean,” Dionysus said as he leaned back in my desk chair. “As you said, we have to spend eternity together, and I’m beginning to think that your company might be entertaining, if not enjoyable.”
“Thanks,” I said with an eye roll. I shifted on the bed to find a more comfortable position but the movement just made me wince in pain. Dionysus sat forward and moved to help before I assured him that I was ok.
“You should get some rest. It’ll help you heal faster,” Dionysus said once we were settled.
“Ambrosia would help me heal faster.”
“When you’re immortal it’s no different than regular food,” Dionysus replied. “It’s fatal the mortals and only heals demigods in small quantities, but too much is still fatal, as you know.”
I nodded. I guess that made sense but I still wish that weren’t the case.
“I just have one more thing that I want to ask.” I took a deep breath because it was something I’d been wondering for some time now but I was a little scared of what the answer would be. “Are we gonna have to… um…you know…do it again?”
“Do it? What exactly is it?” The smug smirk on his face let me know that he knew exactly what I meant.
“I’m serious! Is it something that we’re going to have to again for some reason?”
“Not unless you want to,” Dionysus said dismissively. “But you’re a 17 year old boy, and will be at that physiological age for as long as you live. If you feel the need for a physical aspect in our relationship then all you need to do is ask. But the nature of the bond won’t allow for infidelity on your part. If you attempt to physically consummate with someone other than myself, the poison will activate once again.”
“Right,” I said slowly. “So no ‘physically consummating’ but kisses are ok.”
“Absolutely not,” Dionysus’s face darkened.
“But Eris kissed me!” I could feel the panic raising. “Does this mean the poison’s active again? Oh my gods, does this mean that we have to-“
“Percy, calm down,” Dionysus said in an amused tone. I’m glad he could was enjoying himself at my expense, I thought sarcastically. “You’re not in trouble for what happened with Eris. As you said ‘she kissed you’. Had it been the other way, then there would have been a problem.”
“Wait, I’m confused. So I can’t kiss anyone but if they kiss me then I’ll be fine?”
“It’s not complicated,” Dionysus said with a sigh. “The easiest way to explain it is that the poison reads intentions. Bonding you to me didn’t extract the poison, it simply nullified it. But if you were to brake the conditions of the bond the poison would reactive.”
“Okay, I think I get it, now. Let’s just say, hypothetically,” I said hesitantly. “The poison was to reactivate. Would re-bonding, or whatever, nullify it again?”
“It would, but if the bond broke in that way I may not wish to re-bond you to me.”
“Hey,” I put my hands up. “I have absolutely no intention of breaking the bond. I just want to know, you know, just in case.”
Dionysus nodded, but he seemed to be lost in thought. I couldn’t think of anything more to say so I let the silence drag out between us. To my surprise sitting there with him, not saying a word to each other, wasn’t awkward. It was actually kind of relaxing, which was nice on my aching body. I hadn’t realized how tense I was when the conversation started, but now, I don’t know, it was kind of peaceful. That is until, my stomach let out a growl that I’m sure even the neighbors heard.
“Um…sorry,” I said sheepishly. “I guess I’m kind of hungry-” I was cut off by another growl but this one came from the living room. “What, in Hades, was that?!”
“It sounds like Seymour is hungry too,” Dionysus said as he stood up and left my room.
“WHO, THE HADES, IS SEYMOUR?!” I shouted after him.
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