Do not wake up the gods of the abyss [Greek mythology]

"You? Are you okay?" Tartarus asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Dionysus looked around and found that Tartarus was asking himself, confused: "I'm fine."

Tartarus questioned him: "You? The expression just now didn't look good."

Dionysus: "..."

Thanks, I'm a little choked up.

He would have such a strong sense of suffocation, obviously because of this male god.

This male god really has no self-consciousness!

"You? Look, you? Are not feeling well again." Tartarus frowned and said, "You? If you are not feeling well, let Apollo show? You? Take a look."

When Apollo heard this, his eyes flickered a few times.He knew that there must be a reason for Tartarus' concern, and he was willing to help Dionysus relieve his physical discomfort, but his emotions were contrary to his reason-he was a little unhappy.

Perhaps Tartarus gave him too much "special", which made him more greedy.

Apollo thought that he had inherited the bad roots of his father, even if he pretended to be elegant and friendly, he still couldn't change his natural greed.However, he shouldn't, he shouldn't show these in front of the God of the Abyss.He wanted the Abyss God to see his best side.

He smiled and looked at Dionysus: "My dear Dionysus, do you need me to check your body?"

Apollo's expression was gentle, his eyes were sincere, and his worried emotions were just right, and there was no sense of disobedience in everything, but Dionysus felt extremely awkward, and repeatedly refused: "No, no, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." .”

Tartarus looked at him carefully again, and was finally relieved: "Since it's all right, let's make it."

Apollo's eyes were stunned, and then replaced by a smile, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with the gentleness of spring wind and rain.

Dionysus couldn't laugh, but felt complicated.

...I almost had something to do just now, so it turns out that the male god's concern is just because he is afraid that he will delay the brewing!

Before Dionysus could reply, Tartarus asked, "Is there a question?"

He stared at Dionysus, as if thinking about how to punish Dionysus if he backtracked.

Sensing the danger, Dionysus quickly explained: "Unfamiliar male god, please know that brewing wine is a very delicate matter, which requires a lot of thought, a lot of materials, and a lot of time. I would like to Make a hundred barrels of wine for you, but you have to give me time."

Tartarus blinked. "You? How long?"

Dionysus said without hesitation: "To make wine taste better, it must be aged for months or even years."

Tartarus pursed his lips: "Is there no other way?"

Although life is long, Tartarus is unwilling to wait for the wine he wants to drink.

Regrettably, Dionysus shook his head.

The corners of Tartarus’ mouth curled downwards, and he was just about to say, “Forget it,” when Apollo suddenly said, “Dionysus, my brother, the hundred barrels of wine are unnecessary. It’s freshly brewed, don’t you have a lot of treasures? You can take some out to offset your mistakes today.”

Turning around, Tartarus' eyes lit up instantly.

Dionysus was angry in his heart.

What an Apollo!He thought to himself, this is really his good brother!

Premonitioning that he was about to lose his love for wine, Dionysus flew straight at Apollo with his eyes knife, one knife at a time, wishing to gouge out his flesh.

Apollo didn't catch his eyes, but just looked at Tartarus intently, as if everything in the night was looking up at the bright moon in the sky, and his sight was captured by the black-robed male god.

The collection was confessed by Apollo, but Dionysus had no choice but to bring the two male gods to his place of wine storage in the world.

It is a courtyard adjacent to Patras Bay, with a relatively high location. Looking down from the courtyard door covered with vines, the winding coastline is in sight.

On a quiet night, the bright white moon shines on the sea, as if a little bit of starlight has fallen.Where the sea water meets the land, the water is rippling, inlaid with a silver edge on the dark blue sea.A moist sea breeze blows through, making people feel more comfortable.

The preservation of wine requires a certain degree of humidity and cannot withstand the sun. Dionysus hid them in underground wine cellars?.He asked the two male gods to wait for him in the courtyard, and went down to carry the wine by himself.

Soon, Dionysus came up carrying the wine barrel.He was not stingy, since he took the wine, he took the best.

"I've been waiting for a long time, my guests, please taste my favorite fermented rice!" Dionysus said? He lifted the lid of the wine barrel, and a rich fruity aroma came out. When he smelled it carefully, In the sea breeze, there are also spices of cinnamon and licorice. You don't need to taste it, just smelling the wine, you are already drunk.

Tartarus moved his nose lightly, sniffing the wine like a kitten, his eyes were surprisingly bright.Obviously, he was full of expectations for this wine.

Dionysus took a glass of wine from the wine fetcher and handed it to Apollo nearby.

Apollo took the wine glass and passed it to Tartarus: "You? Drink first."

He saw Tartarus' expectations and decided to give him priority.

Dionysus was pouring the second glass of wine, and seeing Apollo courting him with his wine, he couldn't help being speechless.As soon as he was distracted, the wine in his hand was full. Fortunately, Apollo raised his wrist, so that the wine did not overflow.

"Haha, Apollo, you? Look at this full glass of wine, just like our brotherhood. For? You?!"

Dionysus smiled heartily, covering up his mistake.

Naturally, Apollo would not embarrass him, so he happily took the wine glass.

Dionysus bowed his head to get the third glass of wine. Apollo was about to taste the taste of the red wine when Tartarus stared at him.To be precise, the God of Abyss was staring at the wine in his hand.

Unable to refuse Tartarus, Apollo handed him the wine glass again.

When Dionysus poured the third glass of wine and was about to clink glasses with his two guests, he saw that the two glasses were empty and handed them to him.

Tartarus, who drank two glasses in a row, still had clear eyes: "Two more glasses."

Dionysus: "..."

He should not be mistaken, this is indeed a god, not a farmer working in the field; what he drinks is indeed red wine, not spring water in the mountains.Two glasses of red wine were drunk like water, no wonder this male god asked for a hundred barrels of wine!Dionysus looked at the two empty cups in front of him with extremely complicated emotions.

Tartarus waited, but before Dionysus poured him wine, he lowered his head and went to study the wine fetcher: "How do you use this?"

It seems that he plans to do it himself.

Dionysus thought helplessly, since it was for him to drink anyway, it was up to him how to drink it, so he poured him two more glasses without hesitation: "Drink!"

Today he will accompany him to drink, whether it is fine tasting or beef drinking, just indulge in carnival!

Tartarus drank the red wine like water, and the strong fruity aroma suited his appetite. He drank one cup after another. After a while, his eyes became a little moist, but his cheeks were still pale. You can't see his drunkenness at all; Dionysus is not the same. He is the god of wine and the most indulgent enjoyment. He let go of drinking, and he drank no less than Tartarus, one cup after another. After a while, he showed his drunken state.

As a regular guest at Olympus banquets, Apollo never drank alcohol and served Tartarus the whole time.He poured another glass of wine for Tartarus, and Dionysus, who was so drunk that he lost his mind, suddenly came up and wanted to take the wine glass in his hand.

He feinted away from Dionysus's hand.Dionysus took a moment, froze for a moment, and gave him an accusing expression.

Apollo apologized: "Dionysus, you? You can pour it yourself."

Dionysus snorted, "Can't he pour it himself?" He pointed at the wine cup that Apollo had just taken, and was holding it in his hand to drink from the cup.

Tartarus, who was pointed at?, seemed to sense it, blinked his drunken eyes, didn't understand what it had to do with him, and concentrated on drinking again.

Seeing his appearance, Apollo smiled and said, "He can too, but I want to pour wine for him."

His tone was softer than the night wind in Patras Bay.

Dionysus was drunk, and he didn't hide his words: "You? The relationship with him is not ordinary."

He protracted his tone, and what he said was a little more inexplicably charming.

The aroma of wine in the air is strong, like just ripe grapes hanging on the branches, mouth watering.

Apollo's heart skipped a beat: "You? Overthinking."

Dionysus looked at his expression and smiled suddenly.He didn't speak anymore, the answer was in his smile - he didn't believe it.

It so happened that Tartarus had finished his glass of wine and came to ask Apollo for a drink.

Apollo saw that although he was not obviously drunk, but his eyes were no longer clear, he persuaded him, "Tal, you? You've had enough drinking today. Let's drink tomorrow."

Tartarus shook his head and passed the wine glass in front of him: "Come again."

Apollo refused to accept his wine glass, he pursed his lips, grabbed Apollo's hand as if struggling, put the wine glass into his hand, and said stubbornly: "I still want to drink."

His body temperature was on the low side, and so were his fingers.

The night wind was blowing, and Apollo's body temperature was not high, but he clearly felt the coolness from Tartarus' fingers.It was as if a piece of crushed ice had crashed into ruby ​​red wine? A string of small bubbles popped up, then sank to the bottom of the glass, silently, without a sound.

Apollo took a deep breath and insisted: "I'll drink here today, okay?"

Tartarus said without hesitation, "Not good."

Seeing that Apollo didn't help him get the wine, he decided to do it himself, grabbed the wine glass in Apollo's hand, and walked towards the oak barrel.

Dionysus, who was greedy for drinking, was drunk and leaned against the wine barrel. Tartarus was only interested in getting the wine, but did not pay attention to the male god lying under his feet. He tripped and leaned forward weightlessly, and the wine glass in his hand flew out.

The glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Tartarus crashed into Apollo's arms? He smelled a scent of laurel.

Apollo's chest was hot and his heart was pounding.

Tartarus leaned against him, squinting his drunken eyes, showing a bit of obedience.

Apollo held his shoulder, suddenly a little reluctant to let go of him.

Only to hear Tartarus murmur: "Apollo..."

The rich fruity fragrance stained Apollo's body.

"I'm here." Apollo said softly.

Tartarus burped and said, "Laurel, it smells so good."

"Well, very fragrant." Apollo continued to follow his words?

Tartarus grabbed his clothes and made his own request: "...I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

The author has something to say: Tartarus, the ultimate atmosphere destroyer.