<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.msg3630077#msg3630077">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 14-09-2010, 03:59:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr/><br/>The god stifled a snort when the boy implied that he'd get better at manipulating the mist, "I've seen ten year old children of Hermes do better than you just showed," he appeared to be unaffected by Desmond's display of stomach flesh. Since chasing a wood nymph was what got him sent here in the first place, Mr. D had assumed a rather sexless life. Only having his way with his wife during their once a year meeting at the Winter Council, and the occasional nature spirit when he got really restless.<br/><br/>Desmond was lucky he reworded his statement. Mr. D took a lot of crap from these little heroes, but even he had his breaking point. Last time he really snapped a camper got turned into a dolphin for a week till Chiron convinced him to turn the boy back. Still, the question irked him. Had the situation been that obvious? Of course it had. He fell out of a chair and stumbled back to the Big House like he'd been drinking all night, despite not having had wine touch his lips in fifty years, "It's none of your business what causes distress for a God, <em>hero</em>. If a God wants to share information with you, then they will offer it to you. If it's not offered, then don't ask," he snapped, "It's obviously none of your business."<br/><br/>Mr. D took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself. If he got too worked up he might do something he'd regret. It was okay to transform the campers into various things and instill all kinds of punishments on them, but Desmond was a son of Zeus. If he attacked a child of Zeus he might find his own punishments extended by another fifty years, "Did it ever occur to you, Sky Boy, that I am the God of Wine and I have not been allowed to put a single drop of the liquid to my lips in fifty years and will not be allowed to for another fifty? If I were to, your father would have me cut into pieces and thrown into the darkest part of the tartarus. I suggest you think these things through before questioning," he growled and leaned back against the climbing wall. It was completely over his head that Desmond had been the one causing his issues last night or even that Desmond knew perfectly well what was going on.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>Being compared to a ten year old child was never really something Desmond would strive for, in fact it was highly insulting.  But considering that he should have expected such a comment coming out of the mouth that had caused him many fantasies, and rather awkward morning moments, he didn't allow himself to get all that offended.  Of course, it would have been better if at least this man found him acceptable, but hell, at least Mr. D noticed him enough to insult him, that was a way better than being completely ignored.  And if Desmond where honest, there was something thrilling about being insulted by this man...which just proved how messed up he really was.<br/><br/>He did find himself grinning slightly at the rest of the God's words though.  His grin grew so big in fact that he had to cover it up by coughing slightly in his hand to cover his mouth.  By the time he lowered his hand again though, the grin was gone, replaced by a small sparkling in his eyes.  If only he knew, gods it was fun teasing him.  The fact that the god in front of him didn't know that it in fact had a lot to do with him, and that it was actually all his fault, made him really want to just grab him and kiss him.  But he was sure that if he did such a thing than he would be cursed member-less and very likely skinned alive.  Although it could be worth it...shaking those thoughts from his head, he decided to just play it safe and not put his most valued body parts at risk.<br/><br/>When the D man did share a bit about his situation though Desmond stood up a bit straighter.  He knew it wasn't true, that he was the cause of the mans abrupt behavior last night, but still, the way Dionysus said it, it had to be a cause of great discomfort for him.  Glancing sky ward, he shook his head, silently asking why his father would do such a thing, especially since the rumors of why Mr. D was here would be something Zeus himself would do.  He quickly turned his attention back to the god in front of him though, the moment the sky darkened slightly and lightning streaked the sky.  Daddy dearest didn't liked to be questioned about his actions, especially not by him.<br/><br/>"Your right, I shouldn't have asked."  Desmond really wanted to say something about how fucked up it was, but knew it wouldn't really mean anything to the God in front of him.  He'd probably get laughed at for even trying to come across as being sympathetic.  But he wasn't done teasing the man just yet.<br/><br/>"Although I would have guessed it was something else.  You seemed...flustered really, as if you saw something shocking and where running away from it.  But like you said, it must be the fact that you've been denied for so long."  The sparkle in his eyes grew steadily, threatening to reach his lips and give him away.<br/><br/>"If I where to be denied something so satisfying, I'd be a mess to."  His eyes dropped to the neck line of the Gods shirt, wishing there weren't any clothing to hamper his view.  Shaking his head to clear his lustful gaze away, he tried his best to will his libido to calm down.  Sure he eventually wanted Dionysus to know about all the naughty things he wanted to do to him, but he couldn't do that now, the man hated him after all.<br/><br/>