tragedy tomorrow--

[phallicsymbull]

Gods of the theater, smile on us.

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« There are two archways. »

« One is made of rough sandstone with ivy growing over it. From it hangs a curtain of rustling reeds. Push through the curtain? »

« The other is made of smooth white marble. From it hangs a heavy red velvet curtain. Push aside the curtain? »

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[phallicsymbull]

Sss.

[ With a last soft hiss, it curls up around the pitcher and says nothing more. ]

[voreaciously]

[She doesn't seem to mind. She gives a small parting smile.]

I'll be off, then! I'll see you when I do, Asterion!

[Things have changed, though.

From the earth and sea comes a star. Asterion. She wonders if it's a coincidence or not. As far as her knowledge of myths, The Minotaur did not have a parent named Aidon in any interpretation, and yet there is a statue of one here.

She wants to have a look at it before going elsewhere. Is there anything funky about it?]

[phallicsymbull]

[ It seems pretty ordinary, except for the fact that the giant hanging penis seems...hollow? There's a small hole in the tip of it. Actually, if you listen keenly, the whole thing hums faintly.

Lovely. ]

[voreaciously]

[Probably like putting a seashell to your ear, except she's not going to do that with a statue penis, okay. She has. Some. Propriety, sometimes?

...

She'll come back to it.

Before she goes too far, she'll come back to ask the snake.]

Asterion, you're not the answer to your own riddle, are you?

[phallicsymbull]

No.

[voreaciously]

Alright.

[She's going to head to the beach, then. If it's earth and sea, perhaps she'll fine something along the shore.]

[phallicsymbull]

[ The waves foam against the shore, slamming hard into the sand. There are some fragments of broken shells there, but nothing much more. ]

[voreaciously]

[No shells so far, huh. She is at the shore but she keeps looking back at that statue. She'll head back for it. She doesn't have much else to work with, but she should start with what's there, first. The pitcher was, after all.

Hello again, giant dick.]

[phallicsymbull]

[ It's very well-crafted. There's even a small hole at the tip...

Hmmm. ]

[voreaciously]

[Thoughts. Thoughts are happening re: the well-crafted dick, but let's focus a dick--er, a bit, here.

Well it should have a hole, shouldn't it?

...But fine, let's have a look. She'll get up and real close to the hole with no hesitation. There's no one around and her shame triggers are strange and all over the place honestly.]

[phallicsymbull]

[ If you look through the hole, the giant marble penis seems to be inhabited by honeybees. You could easily reach in and scoop out some honey. ]

[voreaciously]

[...

Well, then. This may put a new perspective on something "sweet". She'll walk the short distance back to snek.]

...Asterion, would you still like something sweet?

[phallicsymbull]

[ The snake looks up...hopefully? It's a magic snake, it can have facial expressions. ]

Yes.

[voreaciously]

I will be back, ah I will need the pitcher.

[She'll give cute snek time to move a bit before taking it and going back to the statue.]

[phallicsymbull]

[ The snake moves back onto the lock and lets her move away with the pitcher. ]

[voreaciously]

[We need to stop meeting like this, giant dick. At least show her a good time if you're going to be in her life this much.

"From strength comes sweetness." Alright, now that the sweetness is much more literal than she first thought, maybe the strength is, too. Unless it's also having the strength (or stupidity) to stick her hand in a hole of bees.

...

She's going to touch the penis. There's a hole at the end of it. Does it. Kind of. Function the same way?]

[phallicsymbull]

[ It drips a bit of honey, usefully. ]

[voreaciously]

[What if she...strokes it harder?]

[phallicsymbull]

[ Honey starts to ooze from the tip... ]

[voreaciously]

[She moves the pitcher toward the tip to gather it, holding a finger out to taste if it is, indeed, sweet.

Also, she's sort of hungry.]

[phallicsymbull]

[ It is quite sweet--

A rush of someone else's emotion flows through you. You're momentarily dizzy with both physical and emotional desire--a great yearning for...what? Sex, maybe, but also pure tactile experience. You want to live. ]

[voreaciously]

[She sways for a moment, but has kept the pitcher in her grip and it hasn't moved much. When she catches her breath, she looks at the dripping honey and the pitcher.

What vivacious feelings, how beautiful.

...she uses two fingers this time to catch more of it and licks her fingers.]

[phallicsymbull]

[ It continues to taste sweet and also just a bit boozy--if you eat too much of it you'll find yourself drunk. ]

[voreaciously]

[It's hard, it's very, very hard. Her focus can be unwavering, but in the face of such vitality it's supremely difficult to stop the stream for herself. She can't do anything sexually, and that should be enough of a deterrent, but everything else she can't help but understand. But crave. What brightness.

She eats a little more but makes herself stop and is on her way again, not entirely swaying, but her steps are very floaty. A lot less composed than what they were before. Her face is flushed with lust and merriment alike, but there is also something...lacking.]

Asterion~! I'm back.

[She kneels and sets the pitcher down with a smile.]

[phallicsymbull]

[ The snake quickly slides back down to the pitcher and starts to lick at the honey. ]