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Oh, that I know--he was a man of his time, no fault to him for the style he liked. But she's the picky sort when it comes to personal portraits. No one's gotten it quite right yet for most of us.

[ As are most of them, save Hades and Persephone. They're so rarely painted that they appreciate any art of them; Ganymede wishes he could feel that same appreciation, but he hates every single one of the paintings and drawings and sculptures that tells his story. None of them have ever come close to grasping what it was really like. ] To be honest, I might have, but some things are difficult to recall after long enough.

I remember...many things. Before and after Rome and its empire.

There are times I wish I couldn't remember the specifics of what has happened over the last two thousand years. What happened to my home and my apprentices at the end of my stay in Venice, for instance. You probably heard about the fire? [Marius looks pained. He can still remember how Amadeo and his apprentices screamed for his help. Help he couldn't give.] If I recall, the rumor later was that my home caught fire. My apprentices, Amadeo, my servants, and I all died in the fire.

I do still go by Marius, by the way.

I did hear about the fire, yes. And...I confess I thought you were dead as well. It seemed believable enough at the time for someone I thought was mortal.

[ Clearly he'd been mistaken in that thought, though Marius didn't seem to hold any grudges over it. Most likely, Ganymede assumed they'd been in much the same situation and hadn't wanted anyone to know their true nature. Being immortal caused far more problems than it solved for them both, it appeared. He does look sad about the man's house being destroyed, and shakes his head gently for all he can't feel terrible about it, given Marius is still standing in front of him. ]

I'm Benjamin now. Ben Cromwell--used to be Prince, but I took my husband's surname. [ He hadn't had one, not properly, when he'd been born, and the fake names he wasn't overly attached to. Not that he went much by his birth name outside of when he was with Ashley, anyway. ] I think I was...god, what was my name? Elio, maybe? I can't remember.

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Something like that, I think. My...protégé, Amadeo, survived the fire, as well. He goes by Armand now. The fire...well it took a long time for both of us to heal from that.

It is good to see you. So few people I've enjoyed talking with still live.

It's good to see you as well, Marius. It's been a long time since I met someone from any of my former lives that I actually want to talk to. Sometime you should come by the bar--I own a new one now, 4713 out in Chelsea.

I have to ask, though. I know why I have lived this long, but how have you? You're not like me, not that I know of.

[Marius thought about how to respond to that for a long moment before answering.] We're probably more alike than you realize. My own gods didn't take notice of me, but there was one up in the north, a god of a group of druids, who took a liking to me. He needed me to help solve a great mystery that he was not free to investigate himself. Ah, that was a long time ago.

Oh, one took a liking to me too. Unfortunately, they were my own.

[ Were is the operative word in that. Ganymede really doesn't believe in them a such anymore; he reveres very few things. Most of them are just...something like passing acquaintances now. If you'd lived with passing acquaintances for a millennium as a slave. ] I'm told the immortality was intended as a gift. It just wasn't a gift for me.

That is too often the way of it. It is often an immortal being so far removed from humanity they don't even know the anguish they cause when they rip you from your life. Or they don't care. And you were so young.

[ Ganymede cocks his head curiously at that. He hadn't yet mentioned his real name--much less his age. And while he will always look young, he doesn't often look like today's teenagers. He was a young man when he was nineteen, but a man nonetheless. The nebulous age between childhood and adulthood was much smaller when he was young, and for the children of royalty it tended to pass very quickly indeed. ]

And how old do you think I was? Or am now?

[Marius gives him an assessing look, sharp eyes noting his features.]

You were around Amadeo's age when you stopped aging. No more than twenty. You have a man's height, but had you been allowed to age further, you'd have put on more muscle to match.

Now? Who knows. Older. But I know how immortality so young affected Amadeo.

[ He makes a soft sound of consideration as he watches Marius, not yet feeling the urge to run, but definitely feeling more exposed than he's usually comfortable with. ]

...I was nineteen. but it's been quite a number of years since then. I'd like to think I can pass for an adult with what muscles I managed, anyway.

[Marius smiles reassuringly.] You can, but you still look young. I was a man of forty when I was brought to the druids' grove.

Perhaps I have an unfair advantage, though. I was very used to judging potential apprentices when I lived in Venice.

I think...well, no, I know I am too old to be anyone's apprentice at this point, Marius. Same certainty that tells me I likely wouldn't have lived to forty had events happened differently.

My brothers would never likely have had me killed. [ He shrugs. ] Such was the way of claims to the throne.

Perhaps you wouldn't have. Would you call it good fortune? You knew gods and goddesses personally. And you obviously never returned to fight for your throne. Was that because you didn't want to, or for some other reason?

No, I didn't. By the time I was returned to my home, my city was gone.

War had not been kind to my people. Ten years of seige will do that.

I apologize. I do know what that is like. When Rome fell, I think it took a piece of my heart with it.

Troy...had everyone I might ever have known in my entire life in it. Every face I'd ever seen. I watched it burn and could do nothing.

I was with the gods for almost a thousand years. There was no point in fighting for a crown to a place no one knew anymore.

If any of my family survived the fall of Rome, it would have been in Constantinople. I don't know their final fate, but so much of Rome burned. I curse myself sometimes because I destroyed my records of my descendents, so I don't actually know. But it seemed so logical at the time. How would I explain that, two hundred years after I went missing, I returned, looking much the same as when I left? No. I could only listen from the garden to make sure they were well. And then the barbarians came.

You'd had children before you became immortal, then? Or since?

Oh, no, I've never had children. I had plenty of nieces and nephews when I was mortal, plenty of extended family, but after I was made immortal, I was...you might say married to my work. It's only relatively recently that my responsibilities have been removed.

...Married to your work, or just uninterested in women?

I'm hardly one to judge, I've been happily queer my entire existence. [ Blunt he's learned to be as well. ] I know Ilus had gotten his wife pregnant by the time I was taken. But...I don't remember their names. Or what became of them. Unfortunately the rest of my family died with Troy.

I've raised more than enough children to make up for it, hopefully.

I've had very close companions and lovers of both sexes. No, it's nothing like that.

My charge, since I went down into Egypt at the god of the grove's command, had been to protect my...goddess and her consort. They were not entirely conscious, and others were taking advantage of them, trying to kill them. I spirited them away from Egypt and became their guardian for a very long time.

Both are dead now, their power passed on into others. She woke, maddened, and killed her consort. She threatened to kill so many. [Marius sighs sadly. He still has a hard time reconciling the Akasha who cruelly slaughtered so many blood drinkers with the goddess who protected him for so long.]

Gods usually do. They are cruel and capricious creatures by nature. All of them.

[ Biased? Ganymede? Whoever would think that. He has no love lost for gods--any of them that he's met--of any type, really. A thousand years a slave will do that. ]

[Marius smiles sadly.] Having grown up with the gods of Rome, you'd think I'd have remembered that. But I loved her, my silent but beautiful and protective goddess. When she woke and mocked me, then buried me in the ice so I couldn't stop her, it was a shock.

The ones I grew up with were no better.

I worshiped them until I knew better--and I knew better after I was snatched off the side of a mountain by a man who could turn into an eagle.