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templeofelysium · 4 months ago

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some ancient greek holidays

these holidays follow the lunar/athenian calendar, so I will either be providing the moon phase or Athenian date and the corresponding Gregorian months. also this is pretty obvious but these are just very general descriptions of these holidays, to give you an idea of which you think you'd like to practice. no one is forcing you to do every single one of these, nor is it expected. do whatever works for you.

if there's anything you think I should add, let me know

HEKATE'S DEIPNON

when: during the new moon phase purpose: honor Hekate and the souls of the restless dead, cleanse self and home activities: a meal set out at Hekate's altar (often including garlic, raw eggs, cake, leeks/onions, or fish), a sacrifice (usually of an animal, but it can be your choice), and burning of incense and/or cleaning house as purification deities honored: Hekate, the dead

NOUMENIA

when: the first day a sliver of the moon can be seen purpose: a day of rest and feasting activities: offer frankincense, flower garlands, wine, and barley cakes on the altars that had been cleaned the day before deities honored: household gods like Hestia, Hermes, Hekate and Zeus, celestial deities like Apollo and Artemis, or personal protective deities (like Athena was for Athens)

AGATHOS DAIMON

when: the day after Noumenia purpose: it's personal to each family but is often a ritual to honor the intermediary(ies) between mortals and gods, and to ask for things like good luck or protection activities: wine/other libations, offerings placed on an altar personal to the Agathos Daimon which can include incense, food, and things related to snakes deities honored: deities commonly associated with snakes, like Dionysus and Hermes, as well as the goddess of luck, Tyche, and Zeus, who is often called Agathos Daimon

RURAL DIONYSIA

when: during the month of Poseideon (december/january), but the festivals often happened on different days depending on the place purpose: honoring Dionysus and cultivation activities: a procession of men carrying phalluses, girls carrying baskets of bread, people with water, bread, cakes, and wine). dancing and singing contests, possibly even dramatic performances, and choruses of dithryambs. deities honored: Dionysus

CITY DIONYSIA

when: 10th-17th of Elaphebolion (March/April) purpose: honoring Dionysus activities: a reenactment of Dionysus being rebuffed from Athens, one or several dramas/plays, dramatic competitions, singing and dancing, feasting and offerings (especially of bread or phalluses)/libations (often of wine) deities honored: Dionysus

PANATHANEA

when: 23rd-30th of Hekatombaion (July/August) purpose: celebrating the birth of Athens activities: a huge procession showing off a large tapestry woven by only women, a torch race, a meal of meat for everyone in the city, athletic games deities honored: Athena

THARGELIA

when: 6th (for Artemis) and 7th (for Apollo) of Thargelion (May/June) purpose: celebrating the birthdays of Apollo and Artemis activities: the beating and banishment of an ugly man and woman (as purification, but you could just do the usual cleaning and incense burning) on the 6th. offerings of the first harvests were given to Apollo (but you could just cook a dish and offer part of it), a procession of children carrying a wreath with fruit, honey, wine, oil, and bread along with singing on the 7th. deities honored: Artemis and Apollo

THESMOPHORIA

when: 11th-13th Pyanepsion (October/November) purpose: honoring Demeter's loss of Persephone to the Underworld activities: a procession of women up to a space where men were banned, sexual activity was abstained from, they lived primitively (fasted and sat on a floor of branches), and sacrificed of piglets in the first days. then had feasts and prayed (often for things Demeter could provide, like good harvests or fertility) on the last day deities honored: Demeter and Persephone

DIASIA

when: 23rd of Anthesterion (February/March) purpose: honor Zeus Chthonius activities: solemn but joyful night rites of sacrifices, sheep/pig shaped pastry offerings, feasting, dancing, and hymn chanting deities honored: Zeus

KRONIA

when: 12th of Hekatombaion (July/August) purpose: honor Kronos (and to some extent Rhea) activities: feasting in large groups, where slaves can join their masters at the dinner table. like an early version of Labor Day deities honored: Kronos

THEOGAMIA

when: 27th of Gamelion (January/February) purpose: to celebrate the anniversary of Hera and Zeus' marriage activities: feasting, offerings/libations, and possibly also hosting a person's own marriage deities honored: Hera and Zeus

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stevieschrodinger · 8 days ago

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Part One Nine

He didn’t even say 'hello,' just, “you need to get some shoes on.”

Like Eddie’s being tested, right out of the gate. Eddie stares at the dog. The dog stares back. It’s sitting on it’s ass at the front door, right where Steve left it, neatly holding the end of its lead in it’s mouth like butter wouldn’t melt, tail swishing back and forth over the tiles as it slowly wags.

Eddie shoves his feet into some sneakers. Growing up they would have been the cheapest white sneaks going. Now they, to Eddie, look exactly the same as the ones he had growing up, and yet cost several thousand dollars more.

At least he didn’t pay for them. Brands are always sending him shit on the off chance he gets papped while wearing them. Chrissy used to try and nag him, right at the beginning, about brands and income and shit like that. Energy drink companies who send you product but actually it’s just a can of water for you to be seen with because no one ever actually drinks that chemical shit.

Eddie pretty quickly made his thoughts on all that bullshit known; he’s not playing their games. That was kind of the end of it.

Celebrity is weird; sending each other stuff. Eddie’s got all sort of shit that he’s not interested in.

He doesn’t care. The fluffy golden monstrosity in front of him definitely doesn’t care.

Eddie didn’t know golden retrievers could even get that big; he’s pretty sure if the thing got up on it’s back legs it would be taller than Eddie. The thing looks solid. Muscly and golden; a perfect fit for Steve.

Eddie pulls a hoodie out of the hall closet and puts that on for good measure. At least it has a hood.

“Okay, you ready?” Steve’s back from dropping his things off in whichever guest room it is that he’s claimed, “I swung by the kitchen, we definitely need to do a grocery order.” Falkor lets Steve take his leash, and Eddie follows them out the door, “anything in particular you want?”

“Overnight oats,” Eddie mumbles without thinking, “and the flat breads. The chicken, with the pomegranate.”

“Oh yeah, course, I’ll see how quick they can deliver, might be able to make that tonight.”

Eddie’s stomach grumbles, but he’s pretty sure it doesn’t make any noise. Next to Steve, Falkor trots obediently, tongue waggling out of his open mouth, he keeps looking up at Steve and away again, Steve fussing him every time he does it. Telling him what a good boy he is.

At the gate, Steve puts in the code, and Falkor sits next to Steve while they wait for it to slide open far enough. That gets Falkor a treat out of the little fanny pack Steve has on, hidden under his own jacket.

Eddie could say something, but no, low hanging fruit. What kind of guy wears a fanny pack anyway? Even if it is a little one with lots of pockets, like Steve has somehow found the tactical version of a fanny pack. He was definitely a boy scout, there’s absolutely no doubt in Eddie’s mind.

“What’s with the dog?” Eddie asks as they head out. He hopes Steve isn’t expecting him to trek miles with the thing.

“He belongs to some good friends, but they’ve gone on holiday, and he couldn’t go. I said I’d take him for the week. Needed to use some PTO anyway,” Steve shrugs, “not always the best at remembering to take time off.”

Steve just...says it. He’s not having a go at Eddie or anything. He’s not, like, being any kind of way about it, Eddie’s sure, but, still, “sorry.”

“No worries, I’m going to take next week off instead, Robin and her girlfriend want me to third wheel with them to some convention over the weekend, so actually you kind of did me a favor.”

Eddie’s relieved that his selfishness hasn’t dicked Steve over; but he’s definitely not going to show it. “Convention? What kind?” They turn at the corner of the block, and Eddie hopes vaguely that means that they’re only going to do a loop and head back. He might be feeling better, but it very quickly becomes apparent how tough doing simple shit is when you’ve spent months doing no physical activity at all. At least the sun isn’t too hot right now, and Eddie’s rut is still at the itchy, vague awareness stage.

He prays to anyone who will listen that it’s more normal this time and doesn’t drag on for nearly a week.

“I don’t really know, they’re being kind of hush about all of it. All I do know is that we’re camping, they’re very excited to dress me up, and there’s going to be turkey legs.”

Eddie snorts a laugh, “Steve, that’s going to be some kind of renaissance fair.”

“Oh,” Steve frowns for a second, “hang on,” they’re at the next corner, and Steve makes Falkor sit for a second at the curb. No apparent reason that Eddie can discern, but still, the dog gets another treat and they move on. “So I might get like, a cool knights outfit or something? Maybe I’ll be defending the honor of two princesses.”

He actually sounds kind of excited about it. Which, to be honest, Eddie figures, Steve seems to be just that sort of guy. Game for anything. “More likely some sort of manservant. To carry the bags.”

“I’m far too noble,” Steve answers without missing a beat, “but I will carry their bags,” he almost immediately concedes. “So how have you been? Chrissy says you’ve been working a little?”

Eddie mentally kind of misses a step for a second, not expecting the conversation to turn to that, “yeah. Yeah- it’s. The guys are being great.”

“They’re being really nice about it all?” Steve asks, Eddie figures he’s just checking in.

“Yeah, yeah they’re great.”

“It’s infuriating?”

“I-” Eddie turns, stopping dead, “how did you know?” clearly he was not just checking in then, he’s using his magic mind powers again.

Steve shrugs, Falkor stopping at his side without having to be told, “see it all the time.”

Eddie starts walking again slowly, “what do you mean?”

“Friends and family. The people that really care, they have all sorts of funny reactions. Guilt is the big one, somehow blaming themselves for your choices. Thinking they failed somehow. Sometimes they distance themselves completely, just because it hurts to watch the person they care about suffering and they don’t know how to cope with it themselves. Anger, angry at themselves but lashing out. Honestly there’s a fucking laundry list, but just...kind of being smothering is kind of the top response,” Steve shrugs, “it’s because they care, and those feelings have got to come out somewhere, you know?”

“Yeah,” Eddie fiddles with his hoodie cuffs, “I think I’d prefer anger, from the guys. They’ve every right to be.”

“Uh hu, makes sense. But, like a lot of shit, that’s not your choice.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. He’d somehow forgotten Steve was an asshole, “do you not have any sympathy for me, like, at all?”

“Nah. They don’t pay me enough to get emotionally invested.”

“Oh my god you’re such a cunt.”

Steve sets out a bowl of water in the kitchen. It’s a proper dog bowl, so clearly something Eddie didn’t already have, which means Steve’s brought everything with him. That doesn’t surprise Eddie at all.

Steve snaps a picture of the dog, “proof of life.”

“Uh hu...wait, do they know he’s here?”

“They know he’s at a clients place, but no details past that.”

“Oh. I mean, I guess I wouldn’t mind if they knew.”

“I would.”

“Sure,” Eddie responds almost reflexively, sinking in on himself, he slinks out of the kitchen, going to hide in his bedroom. It’s understandable Steve’s embarrassed by him, or whatever the logic is there.

He knows Steve is in the room, hears the door and hears the pad of his feet on the carpet. Steve’s rattling around in the bathroom now, and Eddie is completely not at all surprised when he hears the bath filling up.

Eddie sighs. Considers fighting it. Decides he doesn’t have the energy. He strips in the bedroom, carelessly ditching his clothes on the floor, avoiding the sight of himself in the mirror. Too skinny. Pale. Sickly looking. Some nice tattoos, some a cheap mess.

Eddie gets into the bath, Steve doesn’t bat an eyelid at Eddie’s nudity, “groceries will be here in an hour, then I’ll make some lunch.”

He leaves the room, Eddie listens as Steve strips and remakes his bed. Potters around out there; leaves. Comes back ten minutes later, probably put on some laundry, Eddie guesses.

The bathroom is clean again already.

Eddie really should hire a cleaner, like fuck is he doing it himself, but for the first time he feels really bad about making Steve do it.

He likes the thought of Steve making the bed though; there’s an unfamiliar little rumble, right in the middle of Eddie’s chest. Just a tiny one. A little announcement of his Alpha approval at the thought of Steve building their nest, and then it’s gone again. It’s been a long time since Eddie’s body has produced a noise like that. His Alpha must be royally fucked up, considering everything Eddie’s put his body through.

Eddie’s never really been attracted to Beta’s before. It’s never been for him. Eddie naturally gravitates towards an extreme, likes the challenge of another Alpha, likes to have them folded in half and pinned under him. Likes how submissive an Omega can be.

It precedes a little flush of heat, that sound, exacerbated by the steaming bathwater. This feels more like the beginning of a rut; nothing like the half formed itchy bull shit Eddie was dealing with last time.

“Hair?” Steve appears in the doorway.

“Yeah, please.”

Eddie sinks down, glad that whatever fancy bubbles and salts Steve has filled the water with covers Eddie’s nudity and the fact that he is rock fucking hard.

The moment Steve's hands are in his hair, Eddie knows he has a problem. He has absolutely fucked up here; he should have said no.

Eddie’s Alpha is...confused. That is the only logical explanation for this. Steve has been present for a rut, if you could even call it a rut, doing all the peripheral things a mate would do. Feeding Eddie and making his bed and all that shit.

That’s all it is.

Eddie sits still and does his best not to be weird about it. Steve soaks his hair with that plastic jug he keeps pulling from no where, before going through the routine of washing, conditioning, combing, doing that funny little curl scrunch he does that Eddie’s pretty certain does fuck all for his hair.

And then the massage part.

Eddie sinks into it. Steve doesn’t miss a beat when Eddie starts rumbling again.

It’s heaven, Eddie relaxing into the hot water. Despite the steady rumble Eddie’s producing, Steve doesn’t act any different. Just takes his time, firm fingers doing stuff to Eddie’s scalp until he’s pliant and noddle like right down to his toes.

Eddie’s rumble quiets, half way between a purr and a snore.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Steve whispers so as not to disturb him, “don’t drown, paperworks fucking horrendous.”

Eddie’s hand creeps across his thigh almost without his permission the second Steve is out of the room. His cock is steel hard and hot even in the now cooling water. Eddie tries to take it slow; water does not a lubricant make. But Eddie’s wound up enough, apparently, that it doesn’t take much. With one hand Eddie massages at his burgeoning knot, and with the other he plays lazily with he head, fingertip pressure enough to draw his foreskin back all the way. He drags the velvet skin up and down the shaft slowly.

He’s done in about two minutes, come spurting and mixing with the bath water. It’s a proper orgasm, teeth clenched, spine bowed, eyes clamped shut. It drags right up from Eddie’s toes, the hand on his knot squeezing in an uncontrolled death grip. Eddie barely has his breath back before the pressure is dragging another load of come out of him.

It feels incredible. Probably the best orgasm Eddie’s had in months. Probably the only decent sober orgasm Eddie’s had in years.

He feels incredible, skin tingling, muscles alive with it. He feels like he could like, go for a run, or some crazy shit like that. Feels invigorated, like something inside him finally cleared through.

“Oh,” Eddie says out loud, finally realizing, “oh yeah.” Because he’s actually in rut. A proper one.

If this felt ridiculous before, it feels outright fucking stupid now. But still. Eddie humors Steve.

Feels like he owes him, at least a little. Falkor has some sort of toy that he’s rolling around on the grass; sometimes it dispenses a treat somehow, so Steve’s made allowances for keeping the dog occupied when they’re doing shit like this.

Eddie is full to the brim with Steve’s pomegranate chicken concoction.

So yeah, the least Eddie can do is sit criss cross applesauce on a yoga mat in the sun. Even if he does have an absolute rager of a hard on.

Steve’s not saying shit about it, which, small mercies.

“Are you willing to scent me this time?” Steve asks, apropos of nothing.

“I did actually scent you last time,” something Eddie recalls fairly graphically, and desperately tries to ignore the suddenly very wet feeling material clinging to the head of his dick.

“Yeah, after I nudged you into it, can we skip that this time-”

“Excuse you, there was no nudging-”

“Eddie,” Steve sighs, eyes still closed, still physically ignoring Eddie, “I had to pin you to get any kind of reaction-”

“You fucking bitch-” Eddie’s flabber is officially ghasted.

Steve does blink one eye open at that, “excuse you-”

“Are you telling me you tricked me with a- with a fucking back rub!” Which, looking back, that hadn’t even occurred to Eddie at the time, but hind sight is twenty twenty and...yeah. That’s kind of exactly what happened, “you sneaky fucker,” Eddie breathes out with the realization.

Steve still has his eyes shut, but he smirks a little.

Eddie has a bowl of fruit with ice cream, sauce, and sprinkles a la a small children's party.

Steve had thrust it upon him, and Eddie had taken it reflexively. He’s pretty sure the entirety of his five a day has been rammed into the bowl.

Steve sits next to him on the couch, “want to watch anything in particular?”

“Nah, don’t care.”

“Cool,” Steve flicks through Disney, which he must have logged into because Eddie is certain he does not have Disney fucking Plus.

Robin Hood, but they’re all animals. Eddie’s seen it, when he was a kid, kind of. He can’t say he really remembers it, and he finds himself watching it, eating his stupid bowl of ice cream, Falkor crashed out on the floor.

Steve takes their dishes after, “lets go for a walk.”

Falkor clearly knows that word.

“He’s not bothered at all is he, being in a new place?”

“Nah, Dustin and Sooz have put in a lot of effort training him, so they take him as many places as they can so he’s chill about stuff.”

“Huh.”

They walk for a while, Eddie only a little uncomfortable. Steve had very clearly said he was going to go and get changed and do dishes and a few other little jobs before they go, giving Eddie a ten minute grace period to frantically rub one out before they left. Eddie’s pretty sure Steve told him all that shit deliberately, since Eddie had spent half the movie trying, and failing, to stop himself rubbing scent on the couch cushions.

“Why didn’t you tell them where he is?”

Steve shrugs, randomly stopping at a curb with the dog. Sit. Wait. Treat. Then carry on.

“It’s no ones business who I work with.”

“Is that the only reason,” Eddie finds himself mumbling at the ground, feeling a little like an upset child over it still.

“Yeah. Yeah it is. Even though they’re good friends, and I really do trust them, confidentiality exists for a reason. I tell them where he is, and the next time they see me they’re going to ask how you are, totally innocent, totally just making conversation. It’s a slippery slope man, and it gets uncomfortable real quick, and that’s just a normal dude. I have at least one friend that I know is a massive fan of yours, I just don’t need it, you know?”

“Okay, yeah,” and that is fair, Eddie guesses.

“Plus...some people I work with are vulnerable, who they are and where they are...that has to stay privileged info, you know? To keep people safe. So, yeah, force of habit, I guess.”

“I...didn’t think of it like that,” and it genuinely hadn’t occurred to Eddie, that there could be risk in this, but it makes total sense now that Steve’s said it. “Sounds full on.”

“Yeah. Yeah it can be. Good though too, sometimes. When someone does good, you know?”

“Yeah,” Eddie’s still not a hundred percent sure he’s one of those, but he guesses he’s come far enough to be committed to giving it a go.

“Come on, this is what I’m here for.”

“Feels weird though,” it kind of does and kind of doesn’t, so that’s only a little bit of a lie. Eddie really likes the memory of Steve’s scent. What if he really, really likes it this time? This feels even riskier than the hair washing thing.

Chris’s angry words seem to echo through Eddie’s head, ‘this is not a sex thing.’ And Eddie does not want to be that guy.

It’s not like Eddie hasn’t scented Steve before, it’s just...this is deliberate now. Eddie knows if he goes for this, it’s going to be part of the routine Steve is so keen on Eddie having.

“Okay,” Steve sits up again from his position in the middle of Eddie’s clean, neat bed, “what feels weird about it?”

Fucking Steve. Here’s the problem, lets find a solution. There’s is no solution to Steve being an asshole though. “I don’t know,” Eddie gestures vaguely, moving a step back so he’s closer to the door than the bed.

“Okay, so, want to start small? I could scent your pillows and leave you to it? Beta scent should make you feel comfortable.”

Eddie dithers a little longer, “what are you going to say to Chris if I don’t?” only sounding a little pissy about it.

“Client accepting support with nesting but currently unwilling to share scent. Or something like that,” Steve shrugs, like it doesn’t matter.

“Jesus fuck,” Eddie clambers up onto the bed, trying and completely failing to make it look natural. He goes to lie a little on top of Steve, balks, rocking away again. He tries to go for just lying next to him but it feels kind of weird. One arm stretched over Steve’s middle, a hand braced on the other side of the bed, somehow, too close. Eddie shifts again.

Eddie’s fucked like, a lot of people. He’s stood on a stage in front of thousands of people. Eddie is not shy, he does not do this. He’s better than this. Steve is just one normal guy and everyone still has their clothes on.

Steve knocks Eddie’s arm out from under him and drags him down, “just do it,” Eddie face plants against Steve, body held in an uncomfortable, and an only slightly mortifying plank. “Okay, deep breath,” Eddie obeys, Steve seeming relaxed and perfectly fine with proceedings. “If this really makes you uncomfortable we can stop.”

It doesn’t though, not really, Eddie, almost involuntarily, draws a deep breath. Okay, yeah, he remembers this, and it feels like his body does too. He relaxes in a slow wave, whole body puddling half on top of Steve.

Apart from his dick which, stubbornly, is still hard as fuck despite Eddie rubbing out like, four orgasms today. Eddie takes a breath so big his whole body fills up with it, Steve's scent clean and fresh, warm and outdoorsy. Comforting.

“There you go,” Steve’s big, warm hand comes up, rubbing gentle circles on Eddie’s back, the material of Eddie’s shirt dragging a little against his sensitive skin.

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