Homer-erotic

[Ari Fisk]

i apologise for that title @Justin Ross' campaign dinner.

Having Ross running for Minister certainly made the business of the upcoming election rather simple for Ari. He might have at least deliberated the merits of the other candidates before making up his mind to vote for his brother-in-law, if Ross didn't seem like such a worthy candidate already. Experienced, reasonable... he was exceptionally suited for the job.

And so Ari had been dutifully explaining to anyone who'd asked about Ross during the dinner here. Why he was surprised at everyone's interest, he didn't know: he ought to have expected this, at a campaign event. He didn't mind, really - it wasn't a difficult task, just... repetitive. In any case, once the dinner had finished and the guests had begun filtering into the other exhibits with their nationally-themed music and dancing and such, Ari, wandering around the edges of the Greek exhibit, had crossed his fingers for a breather.

He'd thought, perhaps, that pretending to look entirely absorbed by the ancient artefacts would spare him from the same questions awhile. Pretending had turned a little to actually observing in real interest, though: he'd spotted some scenes of the Iliad upon some pottery, and that had reminded him of when, years ago, he'd gotten curious again about his middle name - Ajax - and been thus introduced to a whole rabbit-hole of ancient history. Some things had stuck with him more than others - their medical history was entirely intriguing - and, well, the whole concept of 'Greek love' had struck a little close to home. (It had helped him figure out... things.)

At any rate, Ari had been eyeing a statue of some heroic youth when, startled, he realised that someone was speaking to him.

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[Alfred Clearwater]

Alfie shuffled his feet, sipped his drink, and felt supremely uncomfortable. His mother had insisted he be proactive about his choice of Minister, seeing as how he was the only member of the family who was entitled to one, and largely because an awkward evening out was marginally better than his mother’s nagging he had eaten his dinner, surrounded by dummy’s wearing stiff frilly collars that amused him, and was making his way through the exhibitions in the hope of finding somebody important looking to speak to. His mother would quiz him no doubt so he needed something to tell her.

Unfortunately the important people – including the host, who may well become the most important wizard in the country – seemed far too important for him to approach. He was not an especially shy man but he did so hate to be in the way. Keeping to the exhibits he found himself in the Greek room looking at objects he had absolutely no idea the purpose of and trying to work out what the little picture of candlestick holders might represent in the middle of letters. Was it hieroglyphics? Wasn’t that these chaps?

“I say, he’s a bit pleased with himself isn’t he?” He commented with a chuckle when his attention was drawn to a rather arrogant looking young man clutching a sword and…a severed head? Cripes, these Greeks were odd indeed!

  

[Ari Fisk]

Merlin, Ari had been absorbed, not to have noticed the mediwizard wandering over. Even if Ari hadn't always done his best to learn the names and faces of everyone working at the hospital, it would have been hard to miss the towering blond around the place. He flashed a smile at the young man's remark.

"Well, it's not every day you successfully sever a head, I suppose," Ari joked wryly. Thankfully, he added silently; he was rather glad he hadn't had to deal with anything so extreme during a hospital shift. Re-attaching it would prove the harder task.

"Perseus, I suspect?" he murmured, eyes flickering briefly to the statue's reference sign if only to confirm his suspicions. "Though all these heroes do look rather self-satisfied, now that you mention it," Ari said, looking around at some of the other artefacts with a light laugh and that new perspective. The same went for the myths; none of them seemed to be lacking in pride. (That said, Ari supposed he might be quite self-congratulatory if he had those abs.)

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[Alfred Clearwater]

The name sounded vaguely familiar and Alfie was familiar enough with the man with whom he conversed to believe that it was true. Mr Fisk was an exceptional healer and, possibly rarer, one that did not seem immediately dismissive of mediwizards – it was a divide that he had learnt the hard way since starting at the hospital.

“What did he do that was so heroic then?” He frowned and bent his head to peer a little closer at the head. “Other than sever a head. It doesn’t sound much like derring-do to me!”

Heroes saved maidens and gave to the poor didn’t they? Not strut around without shirt or – he blushed to even notice it – trousers, brandishing heads willy-nilly and looking pleased with themselves. Or at least they hadn’t in the stories his mother had read to him, but then she did have some strange ideas!

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   Ari Fisk

[Ari Fisk]

Ari laughed again at Mr. Clearwater's interrogation of the hero, rather amused by the grievances he had.

He wouldn't go so far as to consider himself an expert in this field, but between the information sign and what he remembered of Greek mythology, it was by no means a taxing question to answer, and made quite the change from the rest of the evening. "Well, I think the head must be Medusa's," Ari offered, and continued a little in case the mediwizard wasn't familiar. "She could turn people to stone - a bit like a basilisk, probably, only she was just a woman with snakes for hair."

He gave a helpless shrug as a sign that he didn't have more logic for any of the scenario than that, but grinned and added, "If I'm not mistaken, Perseus did save a princess from a sea-monster once, too. And married her, obviously." (Obviously, Ari repeated silently, because that was how all stories went.) He huffed a laugh, looked at Clearwater again. "More what you were looking for?"

Saving princesses from monsters: that was more your standard heroism, wasn't it? Very Arthurian. Very Auror-like.

  

[Alfred Clearwater]

The classics had always been a mystery to Alfie, one he had absolutely no interest in unravelling, but the idea of the powers of a basilisk, a creature that caused him nearly as much fear as dragons did, all in the physical form of one woman was a rather chilling thought, but one he could believe in readily enough. He rather suspected that some of his teachers at school must have been half-Medusa in that case – the searing gaze of Professor Wiltingham was still enough to make him feel frozen in place and unable to come up with a reasonable excuse as to why he had yet to grasp switching spells despite months of practice. Definitely monstrous.

Sea monsters and saving maidens seemed much more like it, even though Alfie wasn’t sure if he would want to marry the first maiden he saved just because – a fleeting thought of Miss Simpson entered his mind but he soon distracted himself with his companion for the moment. Whatever Miss Simpson was she certainly was not a maiden in need of rescuing!

“These Greeks do have funny ideas of courtship don’t they?” He asked, guilelessly. “One can’t quite imagine that sort of married couple discussing household accounts or menus like a normal husband and wife.”