This is not religion, but common sense

[purple_reign]

WHO: Inanna and a figure skater or two
WHERE: Heropa 017
WHEN: May 3rd
WHAT: Time to talk about some issues. Most of them are Inanna's. All of them are.
WARNINGS: Discussions of death, murder, emotional manipulation and abuse, arguments about whether UK or US age restrictions for drinking apply probably, WicDiv spoilers throughout, also sexy makeouts between adults

[Inanna had promised to come over to visit Viktor earlier in the day, but it was hours later before they actually sparkled down on the skater's front porch and rapped on the door. They're looking much less cheerful than usual—weary in fact. The sort of disposition that one might expect to see on an office worker after a long, difficult day during the peak season. There's a dull look to their smile; it doesn't quite reach their eyes.

They did, however, have the foresight to pick up another bottle of vodka and some different fruity mixers to use with it before arriving. After dealing with Woden's arrival, even Inanna was going to need a little pick-me-up.]

Comments

Before Goddesses come knocking ...

[fourlevels]

[ Yuuri might find it curious that Viktor looks like he's bound and determined to get completely wasted on the couch of the common area slash living room. In the middle of the day.

Curiously, there's a laptop near him, currently turned off, that looks like it was shoved away from him haphazardly onto the cushions. On the low table in front of him are the bottles of hard vodka as well as raspberry liqueur he brought back from his date with Inanna the other night. Most of them are pretty close to empty by now, but Viktor's flushed face and slurred, accent-heavy words are probably a better indication of just how much he's had so far.

His head lolls to the side as he sees Yuuri, but the smile he gives him not quite as jovial as his usual drunken antics. ]

Yuuuuuuriiii~ Come drink with me~

[nextlevel]

[ What. The hell. Yuuri just sort of closes the door behind him, putting his bag of groceries down on the floor awkwardly. Just kind of staring at his fiancé.

What the hell is Viktor doing super drunk in the middle of the day?? ]

It's - it's like two in the afternoon! Why are you so drunk already!?

[fourlevels]

I'm communicating~!

[ A beat. Viktor tilts his head and blinks. ]

Ah, that's not the right word ...

[nextlevel]

... Commiserating?

[ It's the only similar word coming to mind, anyway.

[fourlevels]

That's it! Commizzzzz ... commiserrr ... Being sad!

[ He says with a grin, taking another big drink of vodka. ]

[nextlevel]

Viktor, why are you sad in the middle of the afternoon.

[fourlevels]

[ The smile starts to slip. ]

Because Inanna happened.

[nextlevel]

-- Eh? What happened to Inanna?

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor opens his mouth, but despite his throat working, Adam's apple bobbing, no sound comes out. Viktor closes his mouth and reaches out for Yuuri instead. ]

[nextlevel]

[ Oh god. What the hell is going on? But he reaches out for Viktor, wrapping his arms tightly around him in turn. ]

Viktor, talk to me ...

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor presses his face into Yuuri's neck, one arm wrapped around Yuuri's waist while the other still holds his drink, barely keeping it from spilling over. His voice is muffled against Yuuri's skin, his voice and accent thicker with repressed emotions. ]

They were human once. Or still are? Not sure how that works ...

[nextlevel]

[ He just holds his fiancé close, unsure of what else to do. ]

Before becoming a goddess, you mean?

[fourlevels]

[ He nods, nose pressing harder into the juncture of Yuuri's neck and shoulder. ]

And then they— Before coming here, they were—

[ Viktor's voice raises in pitch, the arm around Yuuri's waist almost bruising with how tight he holds him. ]

[nextlevel]

[ Ow, Viktor. He feels a bit squished here. ]

They were what?

[fourlevels]

They were killed. Murdered.

[ ... Oops, that came out in Russian. ]

[nextlevel]

[ Yeah, uh. Yuuri looks over at him blankly. ]

What? I didn't understand hat.

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor pulls back, the rims of his eyes red though his eyes are still dry. ]

They died, Yuuri!

[nextlevel]

[ Oh god. Yuuri's eyes go wide at that, mouth dropping open. Inanna? Dead? Them, of all people ... ]

H-here? Back home?

[fourlevels]

Before coming here, murdered by someone they trusted.

[nextlevel]

Who the hell would hurt them?

[fourlevels]

Another god, I think? I don't remember ...

[ Viktor slumps again, bowing forward so the top of his head rests against Yuuri's chest, the hand not holding his drink clutching at Yuuri's shirt. ]

But if they go back—if they're ported out, then that means they—

[ His throat tightens again, unable to follow that thought to its conclusion. ]

[nextlevel]

[ He wraps his arms around Viktor tightly, leaning against him. For his own comfort as well as Viktor's. ]

But they're here. That's the most important part. They're here.

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor clings back, murmuring against him and slurred with the alcohol. ]

They said they'd come here too, before I was told they were human before. How old does that make them? Too young, much too young to have died already ...

[nextlevel]

... Did you ask them? How old they are?

[ Would that even help? Probably not, but ... ]

[fourlevels]

Ah, no, they had to deal with the other god who came. They're coming over later though so I thought I'd get a head start ...

[ The hand holding his drink raises in a vague salute-like gesture. ]