[ Drowning isn't really an option for Ganymede (not a permanent one anyway) so he's not concerned about that so much, it's the fact that he was in the water in the first place that has him knocked off balance. By the time he washes up on shore, he's not only confused and lost, but pretty much fuming. Especially with all the sand in places he doesn't want to talk about. ]

Ugh. Disgusting!

[ No offense, Poseidon. But some offense. Ganymede shakes his arms a little, trying to get some sand and seaweed off, coughing a bit before he looks up at his surroundings. ]

What is it this time? Apollo, take me back!

[ There is no Apollo though, just robots offering him the bracelet and the towel. Ganymede lashes out at them too. ]

I don't want that, take it away! [ Though, after a brief reconsideration and a glance down at the thin white material he's wearing.. ] ... Fine, hand me that.

[ He's a peach really. ]

[ Ganymede can barely dress himself honestly, so the dragons probably pick him out as someone needing help right away. But they also seem to pick him as the consequence of helping someone else. For example, they have brought him someone else's lunch more than once, but he doesn't even really need to eat, so he sighs loudly. ]

Not again. This isn't mine! [ The little dragons stare at him with their big cute eyes, but he's not swayed. They should really help him though, he clearly needs a friend! Which is why the lunch is forgotten about, and he's nudged and coaxed all the way until he nearly runs into another person. ]

Would you cut it out!? I don't want to go anywhere! [ He glances at whom they've introduced him to. And narrows his eyes. ] Or meet anyone.

[ But the dragons stay. ]

[ And with no skills in fighting save for wielding a fancy dagger around, he's not much use for the major projects in the ruins, but he does show up. Because it really seems like this might not be a trick. That there might be more to this land than meets the eye.

There might be an ending.

How he ends up at the platform doesn't really matter, but he's here. These ruins don't look like Troy, but there's a certain familiarity to them at least. It's a familiarity that both sickens him and fills him with longing. He doesn't know how that works either. But it happens. Luckily (or not), the feelings are replaced with more of a carnal longing. This is a feeling he's not all that familiar with (despite what history says about him and Zeus). It's strange, he doesn't know if he likes it.

But when he goes to leave the platform, he finds that he can't quite step off of it all the way. Something calls to him, tells him to stay and that if he does, it will be rewarding...

Soon enough he's not even alone anymore, though he feels like he can barely register the other being with him through his hazy eyes and spinning thoughts, or the way his pulse pounds as it's not done so in eons. ]

I.... I I..... feel strange. It's hard to breathe. [ The voice urges him to be free— free of what? He's not listening to the rest. Just ... free. And he doesn't know the meaning of that word anymore. ]

[ Hit me up! Smut OTA. He is 18 physically (technically around 4000 something). He might be crau from tanagura, but I have not decided yet! So if you wanna work with that that's fine too. ]