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            Narcissus’ smile widens as Veles offers him his pack. “alright,” he mutters under his breath, reaching for the pack and taking a cigarette out. He puts it in between his teeth, chuckling. A shakey hand, lined with bruised knuckles, pushes dirty, greasy platinum hair from his eyes. He turns. “Oh, I’m sure it’ll happen one day, but until then, I’m not holding my breath.”             His slender fingers reach into the pocket of his flannel jacket, retrieving an obviously abused matchbook. He strikes the match and holds it to the cigarette, lighting it, and letting out a sigh. A shiver sends up his spine, causing him to huddle into his jacket a little more. “Thanks, man, you’re a real one.”              His crown of peroxide hair tilts back, hitting the wall behind him gently. Narcissus drags his cigarette before exhaling tendrils of smoke. The taste and smell lingers in his mouth, on his clothes. At this point, Narcissus doesn’t really care or seem to notice at least. “I’m Daffy, or so my friends call me, by the way.”

Some people might have been disgusted by how dirty the guy was, but Veles had reigned over Russia during times where some people didn’t even know what a bath was. This - this was nothing if you ask him. He takes a drag from his own cigarette and watches the people pass them by, eyes flickering dark sometimes at some of the looks and comments they get. It’s always so easy to insult strangers, isnt it. 

“You look like someone got you already though, daffy. “ The god replies, raising an eyebrow at that name. It’s quite - peculiar. And he wonders how the other got it, because that’s definitely nowhere close to his real name. “Vikenti is what I go by. “ He offers, watching th e other with interest. What a strangely expressive person. 

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“Which direction did they go?” The urgency never left his voice, even when it was joined by relief that his friend had seen at least two of them. If he could catch those than the third would surely come look for his brothers and then Hypnos’ problem would be solved. Nobody would ever have to find out that he’d lost a massive three-headed dog.

Eyes narrow in the others’ direction at the question, his entire expression one of grumpiness and suspicion, “don’t you dare laugh, Veles.” He knew that the slav was fond of tricks and pranks, and this would honestly be the perfect joke - he was aware of that.

 Veles really, really wants to laugh. He knows enough about Hypnos and his people to realize that this was urgent but also pretty embarrassing. Honestly, this was the funniest thing that he had seen in a while and he wasn’t even allowed to laugh about it. How rude. 

“I will help you if you let me laugh at you just once?” He offers with a bright, shit-eating grin. There, that was a fair deal, was it not? 

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Veles doesn’t like the cities much these days. They are dirty, loud and full. He still remembers times where this was nothing but forest and fields. Still, he finds himself roaming the cities sometimes, looking for fun and distraction. Humans knew how to party, and playing one or two of his more elaborate pranks was so much easier here where everybody was a stranger. 

He is just wondering what to do next, smoke hanging in the corner of his mouth, as he is approached. Slowly he turns and raises an eyebrow at the guy in front of him. 

He looks him up and down and considers him silently for a few moments, before he holds out his pack of cigarettes to a stranger. “You know one day somebody might just ruin that pretty face for those ugly words.” 

“Hey kid—got any smokes t’ bum?”            Narcissus approaches the stranger, this soft but rather menacing smile poking at the corners of his painted-red lips. He’s walking up, nonchalant, as if he didn’t just get kicked out of a corner store deli for trying to steal pasta salad, again. His worn out converse stop at a close distance of the stranger, his smile remaining as he flicks his gaze up and down, as if sizing them up.              “Anythin’, long as it isn’t that menthols shit. Menthols suck.”

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Veles, Slavic God

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❛   Aye, share the blankets ! ❜

@hxpncsVeles grumbles and turns around. “But it's freezing here. Why did I agree to come down here again?“ He's not really cold, used to the Siberian forests. Hypnos blankets were just the softest he had ever felt and he might already be planning on stealing some.

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He blinks at the question and looks behind Hypnos, for some reason wondering if someone was following him. He just looked so panicked. Then he focuses back on the god in front of him and shrugs. “I saw two, does that count? Was wondering where anyone got beasts like them.. “ 

He trails off while looking at Hypnos, slowly narrowing his eyes. “ Three dogs you said? “ Veles smirks and raises an eyebrow. “ Why am I pretty sure I know exactly what you are looking for?” 

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Veles looked up in surprise when he heard a familiar voice, not having expected Hypnos here. Even less this version of Hypnos, in a rush and almost panicked. That happened very rarely. 

“So what happened now, Hypnos?” He asks, amusement lacing his voice. 

He glowers in response to Veles’ amusement, “That’s not important right now.” No matter how fond he was of the other god, it’d be preferable to keep this story uncovered for as long as possible. He’d never survive it if the Olympians found out about this.

“Have you seen three big, black dogs?” He ran a hand through his curls and so betrayed his agitation.

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The messenger can’t help but stumble back a little, swallowing hard at the expression on the other god’s face. Hermes knows he’s angry, knows he has every right to be. After all, he did leave for a month without a word. 

“You’re not the only one mad at me for disappearing. I have entire pantheon angry with me. And trust me, that’s a fun thing. Especially since I have news for some of them and I don’t want anyone to shoot the messenger.” He shifts on his feet before holding out the bottle of wine he’d gotten in Italy. “This is one of my gifts for you. Please don’t throw it or anything, it was expensive as fuck.”

Veles was angry, and maybe bored, which had only made him more angry in the last week. He wanted to go out and party, but he had wanted to take Hermes along. And maybe, just maybe he had been a little bit worried. That pantheon could still cause a mess sometimes, and he would hate for his friend to get caught up to it. 

“Yeah well, I don’t care about the rest of your petty pantheon. “ He grumbles, lighting up another cigarette just to have something to do that was not throwing things. He takes a few drags and glares at Hermes, before he sighs and takes the bottle to get a good look at it. 

“They’re not putting some silly chemicals into it, right?” He asks, narrowing his eyes as he reads the label. He loves a good wine, but he rarely buys any anymore, there was so much cheap stuff out there, mass produced. 

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Veles, Slavic God 

Death is my friend and life is my window

Trickster, Cow lover, Shapeshifter

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Forest

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When your bear is suddenly growing horns, it’s probably a cow.

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Moo 🐮