WHO: callisto... and people. 🧍♂️ WHAT: catch-all. WHERE: seoul, busan, & everywhere in between! WHEN: throughout the month (that's almost over) WARNINGS: blood, gore, & anything else will be updated as i go!
[ despite his injuries from the battle, callisto hasn't done a lot beyond just shoddily covering himself up. he hops on the plane to touch back to seoul without much of peep to anyone, which likely could have been presumed to be out of character, but considering the aftermath and losing sight of the imugi, he presumes it's the last thing on anyone's minds. as far as he could tell with the sheer tensions building up— though, he can't say how much of it could be chalked up to the "rift poisoning," and how much of it could have been something else entirely. as far as he knows, everyone's eyes, minds, and spirits entirely enraptured on the idea of capturing the creature that managed to slip through their proverbial grasps. he can't exactly blame them, and he can't deny of also desiring proper vengeance for his wounds...
however, it's true that because everyone seems consumed by this, that it's easier for him to pretend that he's just as unaffected as the rest. when he lands in seoul, he figures the highest priority was getting to a good area to rest where he could properly address his wounds. it's in this process, that he ends up seeing a familiar figure.
while most may have ignored it and went straight to dressing their wounds, that's not a thought process callisto commits to. instead, he's clearly putting on some form of bravado, appearing as if he weren't injured, or tired after the battle. ] Ah, if it isn't my loyal servant.
[ not the servant roleplay even when he's injured. but, he also does seem to give zagreus' own body a brief sweep of his eyes, all the way down to his ... hot feet. ]
[ it would be a cold day in tartarus if callisto ever addressed zagreus outside of their servant/master roleplay. he's always treated it as a sort of joke; a light-hearted way of coping, perhaps, in regard to their situation. this is what callisto knows, what he is comfortable with — the image of a stalwart ruler of his people, devoted to the advancement of his country. a ruler would not suffer the disgrace of showing weakness, this zagreus knows, especially not after having his quarry slip from his grasp.
and yet, here zagreus is, holding a medical kit when he finds callisto. ]
Full glad am I to see Your Highness hale and whole. Welcome back.
[ zagreus didn't leave the battle in seoul unscathed; while the suits mitigate the worst of the damage, he sports injuries all over. the cut on his cheek likely stands out the most, treated and covered now with a bandage, incongruous to his smile and lighter tone. pain is just an old friend he's always known. ]
If it pleases you, would you allow me the honor of dressing your wounds?
[ it's true that their interactions may have been the most familiar thing to him in such a foreign place. the palace may have been cold and devoid of warmth, but it was also everything he technically knew. in this way, despite feigning some degree of easement into this unfamiliar land— he could find actual solace in their fake roles. what does end up surprising him, however, is how comfortable the other man was at every single turn of this farce.
even callisto comprehends that there was no actual reason behind the mind going along with his whims, and yet here he was. attentive, and some could even label kind. this point only seems to be further perpetuated by his careful preparation of a medical kit?
even if callisto tears his eyes from it and acts as if he hasn't seen it. ]
Same to you, Sir Zagreus. It brings me much comfort to know you appear well.
[ does he, though? callisto's eyes seem to be fixed on the bandage on zagreus' cheek. ] These could hardly constitute as injuries. [ is he going to make this difficult, maybe... ]
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synflux2024-08-20 01:08 am
mds, sir zagreus.
however, it's true that because everyone seems consumed by this, that it's easier for him to pretend that he's just as unaffected as the rest. when he lands in seoul, he figures the highest priority was getting to a good area to rest where he could properly address his wounds. it's in this process, that he ends up seeing a familiar figure.
while most may have ignored it and went straight to dressing their wounds, that's not a thought process callisto commits to. instead, he's clearly putting on some form of bravado, appearing as if he weren't injured, or tired after the battle. ] Ah, if it isn't my loyal servant.
[ not the servant roleplay even when he's injured. but, he also does seem to give zagreus' own body a brief sweep of his eyes, all the way down to his ... hot feet. ]
no subject
and yet, here zagreus is, holding a medical kit when he finds callisto. ]
Full glad am I to see Your Highness hale and whole. Welcome back.
[ zagreus didn't leave the battle in seoul unscathed; while the suits mitigate the worst of the damage, he sports injuries all over. the cut on his cheek likely stands out the most, treated and covered now with a bandage, incongruous to his smile and lighter tone. pain is just an old friend he's always known. ]
If it pleases you, would you allow me the honor of dressing your wounds?
no subject
even callisto comprehends that there was no actual reason behind the mind going along with his whims, and yet here he was. attentive, and some could even label kind. this point only seems to be further perpetuated by his careful preparation of a medical kit?
even if callisto tears his eyes from it and acts as if he hasn't seen it. ]
Same to you, Sir Zagreus. It brings me much comfort to know you appear well.
[ does he, though? callisto's eyes seem to be fixed on the bandage on zagreus' cheek. ] These could hardly constitute as injuries. [ is he going to make this difficult, maybe... ]