Dionysus cannot remember ever feeling so-- small, so limited. He was still there; he had this body that he was in, and he could still feel the roots beneath him, the wind through the trees, but with no animals he felt like his vision was far more narrow than he was used to.
As such, when he's transported to a place with other living beings, he's clearly trying to steady himself, a tattooed hand over his heart as he takes in deep, careful breaths. He is without his veil, too, but that seems like less of a problem at the moment, closing his eyes to concentrate on the life around him, even though much of it seems much farther away or much less than it should.
From the outside, it is clear to everyone that this man is having a bit of a moment. Help?
Fix-it crew
There are a few things here that Dionysus, for all his lack of experience with this more modern world, might help with- he is tall, and he is a Witch. It seems that 'Witch' means something different here, though, more like how the Egyptians might think of it: all magic, with no thought to healing.
He has his veil back on by now, the black, sheer fabric obscuring most of his features, though he's very distinct both because of that and the reddish-black tattoos covering the lengths of his arms, especially the rings around his fingers. He will, for the most part, just be puttering around trying to be generally helpful, but if someone happens to have random, heavy garbage fall on their head, he's by their side in an instant. "Are you alright?" he asks softly, raising a hand next to where they were struck, but not touching yet.
obligatory beach episode
There are festivals all over, and Dionysus cannot help but enjoy (almost) all of them, in their own way. But perhaps one of the things he generally enjoys most is the dancing. He observes quite a bit, just sitting at the edge of the party, so still that it is easy to forget he is there- in fact, many people seem to, walking past him without so much as a glance as if he's part of the scenery. That changes drastically when he gets up to dance.
There are no scripted moves to his dance, not following with any particular kind of style and certainly no kind of ceremony, but there's something rapturous about it. It seems to pull people toward him, engage them into what was only barely not a frenzy, hands touching in light passes as a fervor grew. It's thoughtless, wild, beautiful- mad. But a madness that could bring freedom as well as ruin.
He slips from the dancing crowd again to the sidelines, offering a hand to someone, perhaps especially to those who look like they want nothing to do with this. "Dance with me?" he asks, the smile in this voice behind the veil.
TDM: Dionysus | A Hymn for Dionysus | Spring or Summer, haven't 100% decided
Dionysus cannot remember ever feeling so-- small, so limited. He was still there; he had this body that he was in, and he could still feel the roots beneath him, the wind through the trees, but with no animals he felt like his vision was far more narrow than he was used to.
As such, when he's transported to a place with other living beings, he's clearly trying to steady himself, a tattooed hand over his heart as he takes in deep, careful breaths. He is without his veil, too, but that seems like less of a problem at the moment, closing his eyes to concentrate on the life around him, even though much of it seems much farther away or much less than it should.
From the outside, it is clear to everyone that this man is having a bit of a moment. Help?
Fix-it crew
There are a few things here that Dionysus, for all his lack of experience with this more modern world, might help with- he is tall, and he is a Witch. It seems that 'Witch' means something different here, though, more like how the Egyptians might think of it: all magic, with no thought to healing.
He has his veil back on by now, the black, sheer fabric obscuring most of his features, though he's very distinct both because of that and the reddish-black tattoos covering the lengths of his arms, especially the rings around his fingers. He will, for the most part, just be puttering around trying to be generally helpful, but if someone happens to have random, heavy garbage fall on their head, he's by their side in an instant. "Are you alright?" he asks softly, raising a hand next to where they were struck, but not touching yet.
obligatory beach episode
There are festivals all over, and Dionysus cannot help but enjoy (almost) all of them, in their own way. But perhaps one of the things he generally enjoys most is the dancing. He observes quite a bit, just sitting at the edge of the party, so still that it is easy to forget he is there- in fact, many people seem to, walking past him without so much as a glance as if he's part of the scenery. That changes drastically when he gets up to dance.
There are no scripted moves to his dance, not following with any particular kind of style and certainly no kind of ceremony, but there's something rapturous about it. It seems to pull people toward him, engage them into what was only barely not a frenzy, hands touching in light passes as a fervor grew. It's thoughtless, wild, beautiful- mad. But a madness that could bring freedom as well as ruin.
He slips from the dancing crowd again to the sidelines, offering a hand to someone, perhaps especially to those who look like they want nothing to do with this. "Dance with me?" he asks, the smile in this voice behind the veil.