The outside was cold, snow fluttering and turning it chilly. But, inside this cabin in the middle of the woods, the fire warmed it.

Gods— Olympian, Chthonic, minor, major— were all here. As well as other creatures, like yourself- you being a maenad and a naiad.

You sit on lord Dionysus’s lap, resting on the couch as he engages in conversation with his brothers, Ares and Hephaestus.

You shouldn’t want him, he was a god. But, you can’t stop yourself from thinking of what could be.