Well, he *would*, wouldn't he? He'd like to think I am. He claimed that it's my punishment for giving Solus a nightmare and basically blackmailed me (under the threat of actually punishing me for real) into having lunch with him once a week to teach him sign language. The, uh, business thing grew out of that.
It's... not terrible. I'm mostly going along with the whole 'friendship' thing because maybe if he thinks we're friends then he can get Solus to stop being a shit who's sabotaging my equipment at work.
Also because sometimes he lets slip interesting tidbits of information about said shit. Such as how Dirk and Solus are evidently *fucking* now.
But I guess two awful gremlins deserve each other.
Though, uh, I might have comped his ticket to come see the performances tonight at Medusa. If nothing else, maybe he can plied with a bit of alcohol and see what I might get out of that. It's not like it's a huge knock to profits or anything...
Pretend you're actually interested in their youthful hijinx, I guess. That's the best way to get the good gossip from him.
By the way, *Hythlodaeus* evidently was fucking Solus back in the day--and he's definitely claiming he was on top the entire time, which is kind of TMI but I suppose also karma--and he's basically said he's planning to outlive Dirk so they can begin fucking again.
However, I *suspect* they're actually still fucking even now. Or are at least a lot more emotionally intimate than you'd think two exes would be. Which, uh, Dirk is really not going to like if he ever figures out.
I mean, I can't say substantively that they *are* fucking, but Solus sure doesn't care about parading around in nothing but an open robe and a banana hammock in his presence.
You can do what that information what you will. Just don't say it came from me.
Seriously? Man, at least I never stole anyone's damn bodies or something. It's cute that he thinks he's morally superior. What an absolute fucking prick.
I know right? What an *absolute hypocritical dicksack*.
Also, he's claiming he had *no idea* he was fucking terrorizing Tyler and I--which is why I sent him that goddamn nightmare anyway, so he'd have a taste of what it felt like--and blaming me for assuming he did, but you know what? Given how he said creepy, shitty things about how Tyler was so much *braver* than me right before I threw him down the stairs, I think I was well fucking justified in assuming he fucking *did know*.
... at least I know now that if I'm high, I'm not so scared of him that I'm constantly looking for exits from his putrid presence.
Wait, seriously? And yet he decided to turn around and call me a creature because how dare I tell him to step the fuck off and stop being an absolute dickweed.
Wow, he wonders why people hate his guts.
Honestly, I'd love to end his entire fucking career if given half a chance, but so far that chance has yet to show itself which kind of sucks. Can't say I'm a fan of him going after Tyler. That's mine, dammit.
Oh but do you want to know the shittiest thing? He's claiming that he only said it because he 'admires his strength' and that he and Tyler are on 'good terms' now, because they were fucking 'willing to understand' each other.
So. You know. That's not at *all* disturbing.
If you're asking why I'm willing to enter into this weird friendship pact with Hythlodaeus, you've got it right fucking there. Solus is cultivating *my* best friend, so I'm sure as fuck going to cultivate *his* right back.
I hate this. I hate every single fucking word of that.
Honestly, I don't understand why he doesn't get that he weirds everyone out and to maybe, you know, stoooop being fucking weird? This shit isn't hard.
But it's also a little hard to know exactly what's going on since I'm sure you've realized that Tyler's not exactly... the type to really say what's going on unprompted.
I mean, people can be allowed to be weird, but if it's making other people uncomfortable, they should sure as fuck slow their roll.
But then, Solus doesn't think we're real people anyway. Ugh. "Solus" rather. Fucking-- *Greek Pluto.*
[He sighs and rubs his brow.]
But yeah, no, that's-- that's Tyler all right. God, is it stupid that I'm mad about their friendship? I mean, I'm friends with Hythlodaeus now, more or less. So you'd think we'd be even. But it's just--
He thinks Tyler's *so* much better than us, you know? Like, we're trash and yet somehow Tyler's good and just-- Fuck! I mean goddamn it, Tyler's killed more people than *me*. But no, *I'm* the one that's garbage. And you're the one that's a *creature*.
You do know I have no idea what this italicizing Greek and Pluto shit means, right?
One of them was willing to at least put some lip service to apologizing while the other will do no such thing. There's the difference. That's the difference. Which might be why one is pissing me off way more than the other. I don't like either one of them, but there's a tolerance level there.
Darling, I've probably killed more people than you and him combined. Whether directly or indirectly. But of course while I may have been an immortal, I'm put on the same level as a monster or an animal. Because heaven forbid I do what I can in my power to stay alive and sane instead of become a mindless beast killing everything around me. But apparently that's not "acceptable".
Oh. Right. So, uh, there's a sort of defunct god of the underworld in my world who was worshiped in various forms by two people: the Romans and the Greeks. The Romans called him Pluto. The Greeks calls him Hades.
Guess what "Solus's" actual true name is, according to Hythlodaeus.
Hythlodaeus was at least willing to talk shit out with me, you know? Instead of dismiss me wholeheartedly because I don't meet some stupid, arbitrary standards of his.
I mean, fuck it, that's what I hate most about goddamn Hades. That if you don't make his high standards you're not even fucking *people*. I mean fuck! You don't have to care about people! But you have to at least acknowledge they *are* people!
That's a garbage name. Though I have to wonder if that's where this weird superiority complex of his comes from, given the whole immortal nonsense. I've met gods before and not even they're as absolutely obnoxious as he's proven to be.
Mm, fair. There at least... seems to be some understanding there. I'm giving him that much.
Don't get hung up on it for too long, it's really not worth giving the time and effort towards. If he's not going to think anything different of you, then he's not worth the effort of giving a shit about.
Ugh. You're probably right, I just-- Fuck. I don't know why I'm so hung-up on this. Just... god. Maybe it's just that Tyler was even more terrified of Solus than *I* was before and now they're suddenly buddy-buddy? What the hell is up with *that*? What stupid game does he think he's *playing*?
And, I mean, Solus is doing everything to make my life a living fucking *hell* right now, so for all I know he's... god. I don't know. Pouring poison in Tyler's ear about me. And you too.
It fucking hurts to think that Solus could convince him to hate me. I fuck up so much with him on my own, but Tyler's important to me, you know?
What's he doing to you, then? Because I'm sure it's something that can at least be fixed well enough.
As for... all of that. If it helps any, he hasn't been acting any different around me than he always has. So if he's supposedly poisoning the well, he's doing a damn good job of keeping it under wraps. But given... everything, I trust him well enough to be an adult and cut me out to my face than continue on a farce. And I think it'd be the same for you.
I mean, I'm in the process of fixing it. It's halfway fixed. I need some Casual Hypnotism to get it all the way, so I'll need Tyler's help to finish the fixing.
And what that absolute fucker *did* was send a goddamn Rotom to fuck with every single piece of electrical equipment I tried to use for my job in the newsroom, making them all fail within minutes of using them. I was lucky enough that my supervisor a) loves me in a completely platonic way because I do damn good work for him and b) is a company man, because he was very willing to accept I'd been sabotaged--he just also put me on unpaid leave until I get the sabotage taken care of.
I fucking *loved* working in the newsroom, Lydia. And I liked having money I fucking earned too.
Then fucking fix it and confront the asshole about it, like it's not that fucking hard of a thing to do.
And yes, yes, I know about the whole loving the newsroom thing and the earning money thing. I get it.
But seriously, darling, don't be paranoid about all of this. He's a bastard, certainly, but I highly doubt Tyler is the type to be manipulated that easily. Or would allow himself to be after damn near everything.
Maybe just, I don't know, talk to him if this is bothering you so much?
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