Compared to her preoccupation with her assignment, Zagreus was less interested in the subject of death and more with life. Having been mostly surrounded by chthonic gods or shades his entire existence, he had a constant, nagging feeling that he didn't quite belong. Up here on the surface, though, when mortal lives are so brief and a single death is the first and last, he's not sure he fits in here, either.
It's so bright, everyone is always so busy, days speed by faster than he can keep up, and the surface in general is much, much more frantic and less orderly than how he'd grown to resent his father's carefully managed domain, which is a blessing, but also terribly confusing. More than that, there's a lot to learn, so he'd enrolled at this 'college' thing he'd heard about, where he'd met Daria.
The early hours of the morning are one of his favourite times of day, and he gets to campus early to pick a bench to read and watch Eos throw open her gates for Helios. Or, as the mortals would now call it-- dawn. When he spots a familiar face headed his way, though, he bookmarks his page before waving at her.
There was so much Daria wanted to know. For nothing more than her own safe understanding. Which wasn't all that fair to Zagreus. After all, he had his own feelings too. Probably of the exact opposite. Being in the mortal world for some time, and trying to get used to life here, he probably had just as many questions about the mortal coil as she did.
She did truly think about this too. It was just so weird because Daria always felt safest in her own element, with her own sense of knowledge. It made her maybe a bit uneasy to know that her own view of the afterlife was shaken so much.
So...would his place be where she went if she died?
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Ah, he noticed. She adjusted her hoodie out of habit and walked on over with a faster stride. She was an early riser too, all the better to talk about this kind of thing without the annoying prying eyes of classmates.
"Hey," she said, softly. "Morning...What are you reading?"
"Literature. I'm told some of the more recent storytellers here on the surface tell tales just as impressive as the ancient bards and poets," Zagreus says, picking up the book to show her the cover. It's an anthology of the works of Shakespeare, so his idea of 'recent' is... a little skewed, even if it's not inaccurate.
"And you? I didn't expect you to be here this early."
"Recent, huh? I should buy some velvet and taffeta then, what do you think?"
Jokes aside, she welcomed herself down and decided that it was a bit too early to joke around...too much. But she hoped it was a little funny to him, at least in tone. She knew he was from an era waaaaaay before hers, but it was a funny idea to consider that her time compared to Shakespeare WAS recent. In her head, it was true and she knew it. It was wild to think hard on it.
"I grew up reading Shakespeare plays. People called me weird for it. They said I must be boring because I liked 'boring books'."
She shrugged, "Good thing I never wanted them to think I was interesting."
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It's so bright, everyone is always so busy, days speed by faster than he can keep up, and the surface in general is much, much more frantic and less orderly than how he'd grown to resent his father's carefully managed domain, which is a blessing, but also terribly confusing. More than that, there's a lot to learn, so he'd enrolled at this 'college' thing he'd heard about, where he'd met Daria.
The early hours of the morning are one of his favourite times of day, and he gets to campus early to pick a bench to read and watch Eos throw open her gates for Helios. Or, as the mortals would now call it-- dawn. When he spots a familiar face headed his way, though, he bookmarks his page before waving at her.
"Daria! Over here."
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She did truly think about this too. It was just so weird because Daria always felt safest in her own element, with her own sense of knowledge. It made her maybe a bit uneasy to know that her own view of the afterlife was shaken so much.
So...would his place be where she went if she died?
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Ah, he noticed. She adjusted her hoodie out of habit and walked on over with a faster stride. She was an early riser too, all the better to talk about this kind of thing without the annoying prying eyes of classmates.
"Hey," she said, softly. "Morning...What are you reading?"
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"And you? I didn't expect you to be here this early."
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Jokes aside, she welcomed herself down and decided that it was a bit too early to joke around...too much. But she hoped it was a little funny to him, at least in tone. She knew he was from an era waaaaaay before hers, but it was a funny idea to consider that her time compared to Shakespeare WAS recent. In her head, it was true and she knew it. It was wild to think hard on it.
"I grew up reading Shakespeare plays. People called me weird for it. They said I must be boring because I liked 'boring books'."
She shrugged, "Good thing I never wanted them to think I was interesting."