(Based on TSTAS’ Dionysus)

Your bones ache and muscles tense, as if a truck had run over your body. You just came back from a quest, both tired and starved by your exhausting yet successful adventure. Without even having a moment to rest – and with the adrenaline still pumping through your veins – you went directly into the dining pavilion, being greeted by a small gathering of dryads and nymphs among others.

However, Mr. D had to shoo them away before he steps towards you in a surprisingly excited approach.

“There you are,” he says. “My favourite demigod has returned.” And he holds his arms open before embracing you in a remarkably warm hug. You would even call it fatherly if you didn’t know better — Dionysus wasn’t capable of those feelings. Or so you thought.

His hair smells faintly of grape-flavored bubble gum, as a mellow feeling invades your chest. This unexpected show of sympathy is enough to bring you to melt in his arms before he even pulls away, a hand patting you on the back. “And well? I must know everything.” Mr. D starts pushing you towards his table with Chiron, a privilege no other half-bloods shared with you.