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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 [canceled]

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 [canceled]

We back in bidness for some Euphoria meets Gossip Girl Realness. 👍

Playable characters can be 17+ and not limited to high school students.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 [canceled]

-maybe in 2021-

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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_{Jupiter’s Ball}

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With ease not afforded to the important and popular guests of the night’s event, Skadi made her entrance. The venue was not exactly what she’d call exciting or tasteful, but she certainly wasn’t attending to “ooh” and “awe” at the architecture of modernism or whatever types were out there. Buildings weren’t her thing, at least not critiquing minute details about them or whatever architect snobs did in their free time.

Now, seeing a building crumble after the tensions between a group of arrogant gods exploded? That would be immensely more interesting.

”As much as I would love to follow you around all night and sing your praise, My unrequited love sense is tingling, and I have to act on it.” Skadi offers her dear friend a soft smile, leaning in to leave a parting kiss to each of his cheeks, “Don’t get into any trouble outside of my line of sight~!”

With a small twirl, the icy goddess slipped between smaller groups and lost herself in the crowd. In the midst of lifting a champagne flute off a tray, a hand found itself slipping along her lower back, “You know it’s rude to interrupt a woman collecting her drink.”

“Nonsense, I’ve just come by to say hello! I spotted you from across the room! What a delightful surprise to see someone of your caliber among the other men and women in attendance.” The chuckle did little to take the edge off the words as the hand on her back moved a fraction of an inch lower.

“I don’t recall you minding so much about my “caliber” in your emails begging me to help your daughter with her skating, or in your other emails suggesting things that would ruin your campaign for governor, Mr. Lawrence.” Skadi voiced with a roll of her eyes, lifting the flute to her lips to take a long sip of the bubbling alcohol.

The anger that flashed in the older man’s eyes almost made her laugh, but the insistence of his fingers pressing into her back soured her expression.

“Listen here, if you tell anyone about those emails, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” The interjection of a third party made Skadi scoff in disbelief as the governor barely spared the intrusion a side glance.

“Why don’t you put more effort into passing out champagne and appetizers to the guests than prying on private conversations boy.”

“Maybe take your own advice, seems like your campaign is going to shit if you have to resort to coercion and threats, James. I wonder what the reporters outside would have to say about that? Should I go grab them quickly, I don’t think my boss would mind if I abandoned my duties for a moment.”

The snark only served to anger James Lawrence more, he pulled away from Skadi and stepped up to the blonde male who had seemingly appeared from nowhere. A hush fell over the few couples surrounding the three of them as eyes turn to the two men in a stand-off. While Skadi didn’t request a backup to dealing with the asshole, she wasn’t beyond gratefulness for a good deed, and she’d return it in full.

“Mr. Lawrence, I’ve no interest in seeing your life crumble around you. But I do suggest reevaluating how you conduct yourself in private and in public. I won’t continue working with your daughter if doing so would threaten my reputation. Go enjoy your night.”

Skadi stood beside Thanatos, her eyes holding a fierce look, almost daring him to escalate further. A moment later Lawrence issued his huff of disapproval before turning and stalking off towards whatever gross group he had come from.

“I had that under control.”

“Sounds like a weird way to say thank you.” Thanatos offers in a more relaxed tone, a chuckle falling from his lips as annoyance appears on Skadi’s features, “I’m confident that you could fold him in a moment’s notice, but perhaps another woman couldn’t and that’s all the reason I interjected.”

“Ah, so chivalry isn’t dead, cute.” Skadi’s voice dripped with sarcasm, but she looped her arm through his anyways and pulled him along on her journey, “Looking for your boyfriend? I could feel his yearning as soon as I entered, he’s helpless.”

“But he’s cute. Who knew a lonesome ski queen was the matchmaker everyone needed. Should I expect The Ghostbuster to make her appearance soon?”

Skadi pulled her arm away from Thanatos’ abruptly and passed her drink off to the God of Death, “Ah, you reminded me what I was doing before that creep came along, thank you Grim Reaper.”

With her freed hand she fished her phone out of her clutch and tapped away quickly on the screen for a moment before returning it back to its place and snatching her drink back from her friend.

To: Hell Girl
SOS we got a bad ghost on the loose, I think Thanatos has been possessed.

“Is it in your Norse blood to be so involved in other people’s love life when yours is well… nonexistent?” Thanatos asked, an amused smirk playing on his lips. Skadi only pouted, clearly unamused by the spot-on read. But their target was within reach. The duo quickly joined a honey blonde man who stood alone on the outskirts of the party.

“Waiting for someone?” Skadi announced her presence as she slid next to the most beloved of all the Norse gods. A friendly smile was on her lips, but it faltered as Thanatos showed his own affections to his friend. The usual brooding and complaining suspect brightened up at the proximity of his best friend, wrapping a familiar arm around his shoulder and smoothing the lapels of his suit.

“For me of course. Lovers like us cannot be kept apart, no lonesome corner or boring book is enough to keep me away forever, my love.” Thanatos spoke through a wide smile, “How long have you been moping in this corner, Baldr?”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Oh, Charlie.

_{En Luxuria ➟ The Charity Ball}

#nomorebillionairesplease

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_{8:30 PM}

Charles Waine, a successful businessman that had the taste for only the finest things in life. The finest food, clothing, women, and drugs, if it hadn’t come at the hefty cost it wasn’t worthwhile to him. So sitting on the 27th floor of the Seattle Tower in the luxurious and exclusive Italian restaurant, En Luxuria, was not an uncommon thing for the man. Perhaps it was all too common, he’d host these meetings with interested buyers and investors, have them win his favor by showering him in praise and material goods, and promptly rip them off with prices only the 0.1% could afford. Tonight would be no different.

Charles Waine had been the unsuspecting owner of a gold mine. With the news of the missing Mayor on everyone’s television, there were a handful of people that had come knocking at his door, offering money and other lesser things to get the keys to the tiny studio on the outskirts of town. Even luckier that the apartment had gotten the attention of Westin Rex. Charles could care less why a pharmaceutical giant cared about some crappy place, he could do whatever he wanted with it, long as he paid up.

And Charles was determined to make the billionaire pay up, he’d convinced himself pulling one over on Westin would be a piece of cake.

No sooner had the sleazy smirk found his face did the near-empty restaurant gain three more occupants. Charles supposes all the other high-class individuals were attending the stuff gala tonight, that he opted out of ( not that he had been invited but wouldn’t have RSVP’d anyway). Three men approached his table, Oliver on the left of Westin, and to his right a face had not accounted for and could not place.

“I hope you won’t mind my nephew joining us here for tonight, we have an engagement to attend after this and he was insistent on riding along with me.”

“I’m not sure an outside person should be he-” “Oh c’mon Charlie, do I look like the type to out your sleaziness to the world?”

Heat rose to Charles’ face and his calf muscles tightened as he put pressure into the balls of his feet. A heavy arm slammed him back down into his seat, the unfamiliar man from before wrapping him easily in a one-arm hug-like embrace, the tips of his fingers pressing firmly into his shoulder, “Ah-ah, I would not do that if I were you. S’pretty rude, don’t you think?”

A chill of fear ran down Charles’ spin in that moment, the realization of his current predicament becoming very apparent by the way Westin and Oliver took their seats calmly in front of him. Pulling one over on Westin? Rookie mistake.

One many people had tried and failed to do, Janus was a being of infinite existence. No human, who had a blink in time of life could compare to his that had begun at the birth of time itself. The thought almost made him chuckle as he gazed at the mortal in the embrace of a mad dog across from him.

“I don’t think dragging on this meeting will be to the benefit of any of us, so let us not waste another moment. You have the key to a building I need access to. Oliver here was kind enough to pass along your requested price, and I am kind enough to give you a chance to reevaluate your asking pri-”

“I have a hundred people asking me about that shit hole! What’s 20 million to a billionaire like you anyways?”

Janus gave a small sigh and leaned back in his chair, raising his hand to direct the mortal’s attention to the man sitting next to him.

Metus’ face was unreadable for a moment as he twirled a light weight fork between his fingers, his eyes focused on the metal as if appraising it, “20 million is.. Hmm.. the price for a healthy man’s organs on the black market.” The words came out of his mouth and his face turned Charles, a twisted look of joy winding his lips into a dangerous smirk. The fear rolling off Charles had grown thicker, fragrant as he practically shook underneath his hold.

Pain The thought echoed in his mind along with images, scenarios and nightmares that Charles feared most. The prongs of the fork disappeared between the metacarpus of Charles’ index and middle fingers in a movement so swift it took a solid moment for any of them to react.

“Oh, man, sorry about that Charlie I was aiming for the table. Whew, you should be more careful otherwise you might end up missing a finger or two after all this. Metus retrieved the fork and wiped the blood from the prongs with the expenisve coat Charles was wearing. The whimpers from the fool of a man was like music to Metus’ ears as he tapped the fork against Charles’ temple, “Now what’s your starting price, Mr. Charles?”

“M-Mr. Rex, p-please, I have a business to upkeep, I-I can’t give you-”

Janus held his hand up to cut the blubbering man off, “I’m not asking you to give it to me. I’m asking for a price, Charles.”

Charles swallows down what feels like a ten pound weight as his eyes nervously cast around to the three men at the table. There’s a pressure evenloping his chest that makes it hard for him to breathe, a fear he cannot escape slowly creeping upwards from his toes, it’s numbing and suffocating all at once. All he can think about is avoiding making the wrong move, his mind races flipping between prices, trying to settle on something that keeps his livelihood above the rising waters of Seattle but allows him to leave with his life tonight.

Charles doesn’t realize he’s nearly hyperventilating, gasping for oxygen like a fish out of water, the fear of pain, and being left with nothing consuming him completely. The only thing to pull him out of this haze is the piercing voice of an impatient god, “Charlie, I won’t be able to leave you along if you lose yourself like that.” There’s an instinct to jerk away but the cool feel of metal on his throat makes him stop.

“So your brain still functions-” ”Metus.”

The clang of metal against wood allows Charles to breath again as the man, Metus, backs-off raising his hands in the air in a sign of surrender. Charles keeps his life for the time being, but expectant eyes are not longer lenient with their demands, “Five-Five Million?”

The quick movement he picks up from his side makes him throw his hands up in protection, but instead of anything piercing his skin its the sound of a clap. A slow clap that builds upon itself, but Charles isn’t interested in seeing what the applause is for, he tells himself.

“Refreshing for someone to forgo their pride so quickly. Had you not practically pissed yourself a moment ago I might’ve taken an eyes for the annoyance anyways, but you did great Charlie, a fantastic treat to get me through the night.”

Janus rolled his eyes at Metus and turned his attention to Oliver who offered a shrug at the silent question. With a nod Janus extended his hand, “We’ll settle on $3 million cash for the key, and call the other $2 million an expense for protection.”

“Protection, for what?”

Janus only pointed his finger to Metus who now had a pale silver knife twirling along his knuckles and inbetween his finger. The sight was enough to seal the deal, Charles and Westin shook hands in agreement and Westin promptly stood up.

“I’m glad we were able to arrive at an agreeable amount, you’ll have to excuse my nephew’s poor behavior, he can be a bit hard to keep on a leash. I’ll leave you in Oliver’s care now, have a fantastic night.”

Metus slammed his hand into the table abruptly causing Charles to jump in reaction, “Take care Charlie, think about changing your life around, yeah? Lest you bump into me lurking about in the shadows for someone else to prey on. Or don’t and we can have a great time again soon.” A chuckle crawled out of his chest as he stood up without so much as a glance towards anyone in the building, only stalking off after his uncle.

“Whew, that was riveting. Like watching a thriller when you aren’t sure if someone is going to make it out or not!” Oliver exclaimed in a chuckle turning a briefcase towards Charles, “$3 Million just as the boss agreed upon.”

As Oliver counts out 300 stacks of $10,000, Charles tells himself this is his last time doing business with the men at the top of the world.

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The glitz and glamor of the charity event are hardly more than a nuisance for both gods riding in the black limousine in silence. Neither are attending out of a desire to party, they’re beings that don’t rely on such frivoloties to enjoy their day to day. Janus would much rather plot and influence from the shadows, while Metus stalks and hunts from those same shadows. The Ball, full of gods and important mortals alike, was ripe with opportunities for both hobbies.

“There’s much to be gained from the evening-”

“A godslayer is a bigger concern right now than a couple missing mortals. Focus too much on Timor and I and that pretty celtic might go missing next.”

Janus remains silent, his eyes held Metus’, the air around them becoming dense but neither budging. The opening of a door acts as a pressure release and the sounds of eager reporters and shouting fans floods in. Janus is the first to move exiting the car with a cold chuckle and being instantly bombarded with questions and pictures.

Metus slips by easily, his unfamiliar face attracting little attention compared to the arriving celebrities. A glass of champagne is the first item on his list, and quickly after it’s raised in ‘cheers’ to his mother who glares at him from across the room, an arrogant smirk coming to his lips.

Oh, it was going to be an exciting night.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

The Three Musketeers

_{En Route}

#standbyme

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_{October 9th, 2020}

The sun was breaking just above the horizon, painting the sky in deep oranges and warm yellows. Even in the downtown area of a bustling city like Seattle had moments of peace and quiet, and it was perhaps the silver lining of taking the third shift of a paramedic’s schedule. A yawn left the blonde male’s mouth as he fumbled with the keys in his pocket, the position of a helmet being suspended between his arm and side adding unnecessary difficulty to his entrance.

Exhaustion gave way to frustration and offered a spark of energy as the front door of the apartment was finally unlocked and the door swung up with a bit too much force. Thanatos entered the apartment with a bang and a grumble as he checked for any damage to the wall.

“In the clear-ahhh” Another yawn ended his mutterings as he stalked forward, depositing the helmet on the kitchen counter and skimming through yesterday’s mail. Nothing interesting, per usual. The days had blended together, painted on a canvas of grey skies and rain, running to the tune of a siren and the heartbreak and horror of mortals. Different locations, times, and names but death was always around him, earth hadn’t presented itself different from the underworld… except for the existence of her. The smell of honey and patchouli wove around him at the thought, a warmth he yearned for and damned in the same breath, “Why is it impossible to forget?” Thanatos asked the room around as if it would answer and sighed with disappointment when no answer was offered.

Shaking off the unwanted feelings he entered his bedroom and promptly snorted at the sight of his other half sprawled out on the comfort of the bed he seldomly used. Another yawn exited his lips and the lull of sleep called to him, along with the chill of something more sinister. That second feeling had Thanatos quickly crossing the room the tendrils of unconsciousness slipping away at the distance, “Hypnos! The call was paired with the blackout blinds being parted, flooding light into the room.

Days and nights blended in the paint of his twilight, smooth and purple through the seeping darkness that weighed heavily. The light breeze of a dream swept him away to the moors beneath a castle’s walls, dipped into a valley smelling sweet of lavender caressed by the wings of purple butterflies. It all flushed away into the mouth of his once calm and sweeping river, broken and dashed by the shimmering light that ached his eyelids.

”Noooo,” Hypnos groaned, gripping the edges of his blanket to draw it over his head, ”Thaaaan.” Long drawn out whines hit the back of Hypnos’ throat as he tossed away from the light assaulting him. Having sleep interrupted wasn’t so bad if it came in sweet, gentle nudges or pulls, but Than never felt the need to coax the deer from his meadow and rather yanked Hypnos right out of his little cave of dreams.

Now awoken, however, he felt the wisps of sleep vanish from his mind and his eyes which peered over the edge of his duvet in a stark glare. ”Why’re you bein’ mean to me already, Than,” Hypnos bit, muffled by the threads of his comfort gripped tight in his hands, ”Why can’t you just take a nap here, instead, jerk.”

A smirk appeared on his lips, and he crossed his arms over his chest comfortably leaning against the wall by the window, “Good morning sunshine.” the sickly sweet coo was brimming with sarcasm and the blown kiss his brother’s way was anything but affectionate, “Why must I come home after a long, grueling, and horrific shift to mind my annoying little brother curled up in my bed, hmm? Did your house burn down Noz?”

”I thought your home was my home too, Than,” Hypnos said with his eyes widening and a pout forming on his lips. He knew the overly sweet pouting with a dash of guilt-tripping would bounce against Thanatos’ skin and fall flat to his feet, but it didn’t hurt to try. With his head against the pillow and his body wrapped further in blankets, Hypnos peered at his twin with a sadness tugging his eyebrows up and wetting the corners of his eyes. ”Plus, you haven’t been around in forever; I thought maybe you’d died, or worse, fell comatose in your melancholy and sleep-deprivation.”

Thanatos scoffed and rolled his eyes, even on the verge of crying that Valentine blood shined through, “Succumbing to death would be quite ironic wouldn’t it?” A humorless chuckle left his lips but he shook his head, “Well fantastic job Nancy Drew, consider your investigation closed. I’m very much so alive and relatively healthy, so feel free to untangle yourself from my bed and see yourself out.”

Hypnos only further tangled himself in the sheets and glared at Thanatos from the veil of cloth he’d encased himself in. ”I think I need more evidence, Than,” Hypnos spoke in muffled tones as he rolled further away from Thanatos, ”There’s a killer on the loose ‘n I’m just worried. Don’t be mean to me. I don’t wanna go!” Not showing up at a conclave seemed very up Thanatos’ alley, in fact, Hypnos wasn’t quite sure if his brother ever showed up to one, to begin with. Still, that worry tingled at the back of his throat like some persistent cough and it wouldn’t quiet down until he’d confirmed Thanatos’ health and safety.

”Hm… you wouldn’t murder another god, would you?” Hypnos squinted his gaze at Thanatos, staring at him with mock suspicion. Never say never, but Hypnos knew deep down his brother would never… well, at least he knew Than wouldn’t get caught.

“Can’t say I haven’t thought about it before.” Thanatos replies easily and puts on a show of being distracted by the suggestion, “Like right about now, having the means of accomplishing that might come in handy.” his tone is serious for an entire five-seconds, or to the point, it looks like Hypnos might really burst into tears, whichever came first before he was laughing so hard his stomach hurt.

“You think I’d be capable of violently stealing life? I don’t know whether to be offended or amused.” Thanatos answered the faux suspicion after his fit of laughter had subsided, wiping the tears of joy front the corner of his eyes.

Hypnos' eyes widened in disbelief, but quickly squinted in a glare. A huff left him as the bed dipped and bounced in a pouty rage with Hypnos’ back now turned to his brother. ”To think my own twin would even joke about that,” Hypnos threw a glare over his shoulder, though it quickly softened despite his refusal to move.

But he did so after caving to his own curiosity. His eyes searched Thanatos’ for but a moment. ”So, where have you been? Mama and I have missed your presence at dinner a few too many days.”

With wide eyes, Hypnos attempted to disentangle himself from the sheets only to find himself flopping against the floor at Thanatos’ feet. A flurry of grunts and groans erupted from the pile before a few limbs and a head poked out. ”You’ve been on some secret romantic rendezvous this whole time haven’t you? Thaaan you have to tell me if you have; it’s the twin code!”

Thanatos crouched down in front of Hypnos, worry slipped over his feature for a moment before it was buried beneath a look of annoyance. In truth Thanatos wasn’t sure where he had been in the past couple months, floating between shifts, drifting along various shores. There wasn’t an answer he could provide that would soothe Hypnos and so he responded in the only way he knew how. Thanatos pinched Hypnos’ cheek and cooed sarcastic affections to his twin, “You’re so cute when you’re worried Noz, it wasn’t my intention to make you so emo. I’ll be better about managing my schedule, kay?”

With a chuckle he stood and stretched his arms over his head, his blue eyes still holding his brother’s gaze, “You hungry?

Of course, Thanatos provided no real answer, but Hypnos never really expected one. A hand came up to swat at Thanatos’ with Hypnos giving off a grumble as he started unwrapping his limbs from the monstrosity he found himself in. ”You’re the emo one here,” Hypnos retorted as he came to a sit with the blanket messily splayed in his lap. His hand came up to rub at his eyes with a frown playing at his lips, ”Can you make me some pancakes?”

To be fair, Hypnos couldn’t fault Thanatos. There were occasionally weeks or years where Hypnos’ days melted into each other; where the moon and sun hung as one over his sky. Honestly, he hadn’t known how long Thanatos had kept to himself and the shadows, he simply knew what the absence felt like and that he didn’t appreciate how it sat in his stomach after the conclave. Still, he’d make Thanatos repay him the trouble even if he knew his twin would refuse.

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The Night of the Ball

The gentle notes of an unfamiliar song twinkled through the speaker positioned in the middle of the apartment. What usually would have been the start of a long night riding in the back of an ambulance had changed last minute into something Thanatos much less preferred.

The surprise charity ball had been a hot topic on all the news channels for the past 14 days. Someone had leaked the guest list at the beginning of the week and his coworkers would not let him rest about it. That and his choice for hiding away from the other gods had been toppled now that his current identity had been exposed. Or at least that’s what Thanatos assumed by the way Eros had appeared at his door last Sunday with a suit and shoes for his ‘dearest friend’

Which currently had him preoccupied, fingers roughly tugging at an expensive tie, trying to remember the last time he had worn one. Not in the past three decades at least and for the life of him could not tie it correctly now. With a frustrated huff, he threw the fabric to some corner of his room and ran his hands through his hair as he stomped to the kitchen.

“Hypnos! The car is going to be here in five!” Thanatos called out as he passed a mirror hung in the hallway, the glittering of light on his suit had pulled him to a stop. When he unboxed it, he first thought the red accents were just abstract strokes of an artist's whims but upon a more careful look he could see the death motifs repeating along the fine black fabric, “That fucking asshole.” the grumble was lightened with a bit of amusement as he moved on. A knock at the door followed the impatient ring of the doorbell, Thanatos knew who it was and made no move to answer the door. The surprise on the other side of the door wasn’t for him, but for his brother.

It seemed appropriate to the heavy-lidded god swaying with the cloth of a bow tie wrapping itself neatly at his neck. A soft smile played at his lips, head poking out of the room he’d dressed in as he pressed the lines of his suit. ”Almost ready! he called out, running his hands through his hair as he stared at the strands between his fingers in the mirror. The touch of a love god didn’t grace Hypnos with outstanding features, but the perks of godhood didn’t deny him a soft handsomeness to the sweeping cut of his jaw. Or the sweet curl of his lips that accompanied the ever-present drowsiness that veiled his features.

When the knock alerted him, Hypnos assumed Thanatos’ proximity would bid him to answer. However, the continuous knocks put a pinch in Hypnos’ brow and he peered once more past his threshold. With a light pout jutting his lips, Hypnos swept past Thanatos, bumping his hips against his twin’s backside.

”Why can’t you be bothered to answer the—”Hypnos grumbled, turning the knob and swinging the door open. The puff of air that hit him could have knocked him back if he hadn’t gripped the edge of the doorway. His eyes widened at the surprise visitor. ”Wha—you, uh. I should… are you here for… um. Wha-uh?” stammering barely-there words caught in Hypnos throat as he stared up at a man he’d known for centuries, lost for centuries, and avoided for centuries more. All the moments, the absence of moments, came to pierce his gut in a flurry of rose thorns and butterfly wings, dipped in the utter turmoil and guilt so bitter as to be poison on his tongue.

”I’ll go get Than…” Hypnos said, barely audible above the whisper of his voice as his head turned toward the hallway.

With a warm chuckle laced with the usual layer of seduction, as everything he did in life was always marked by temptation, Desire trailed in. A week ago had been Eros’ first unannounced resurfacing to half of his favorite duo, and it only seemed right that he surprise the other, and much cuter twin in the same fashion.

“Good evening gentlemen.” Eros’ words were formal but his tone was familiar, as her rounded the corner in time to catch the moody twin rolling his eyes, but dressed in the suit he had tailored for him, “I’m glad I don’t have to wrestle you into that, Toast.”

”Don’t call me that-” Thanatos’ face screwed up into displeasure for a passing moment before he was grabbing his phone and keys, “Are you ready to go Noz?” The older twin asked furrow of worry coming between his brows as he caught the look on Hypnos’ face.

It took a moment, basking in the cool wind settling at his feet. Hypnos could only stare after the man who entered looking as if he’d dipped himself in the glow of the sun. It thrummed his heart and Hypnos bit the feeling down, thinking it would taste like bitter guilt. His eyes caught Thanatos for a split second to flash brief anxiety until he turned away to close the door.

”Uh, what?” he turned with his eyebrows raised, ”Oh yeah, of course. I’m all set!” He tried to seep some kind of excitement into his voice, but it felt plastic against the hollow of his throat. The gravity Eros carried about him made it so hard not to stare, but the utter weight bearing down upon him, screaming ‘only blindness suits the poison of your soul’ in the back of his head. He took a deep breath, inhaling sharply as he turned toward the door.

”I’ll wait outside,” Hypnos said, barely throwing a glance over his shoulder. The door clicked soft as he shook out another breath. Wondering and lamenting at Eros’ untimely arrival; had Thanatos called him? Well, it made sense as the three were close, but still. Hypnos bit his lip and slowly made his way down.

Eros hadn’t been able to utter a word to the God of Sleep before he was fleeing the scene, both men remaining in the apartment shared a questioning glance.

“Fuck if I know. You didn’t try that weird power shit on him did you?” Thanatos narrowed his eyes at his long-lost friend, the accusation in his tone was not held back at Eros’ expense.

The aggression didn’t phase the God of Love, instead, it served as a light amusement as he waved a hand at the notion and shook his head, “Don’t be an idiot, I would never do anything like that to you or your brother, well not unless you asked. Curious Tha-”

“Not in the slightest, let’s go before Hypnos decides to run away.” Thanatos turned the lights in the hall off and made his exit with Eros in tow, laughing away like he often did in the old days after ruffling the God of Death’s feathers. The chill of the night met them as the door locked behind them, a limousine befitting of Eros’ luxury life awaited them at the curb and Hypnos at the bottom of the steps.

Eros descended first to get a moment of Hypnos to himself before they all entered the car.

“It’s really good to see you again Little Poppy. Been a handful of decades since I saw you last, and it’s relief that you’re as sleepy and cute as ever.” The gentleness of his tone was only meant for Hypnos’s ears as he approached the man from making sure to keep space between them, not wanting to overstep more than he already seemed to be.

Those words infused butterflies into Hypnos’ chest with the soft utterance and gentle tones of Eros’ deep voice. Yet, the anxiety quickly turned those fluttering wings to thorns and Hypnos lips turned upwards to a light pout. ”I don’t think that’s something I could ever change,” Hypnos said with his head downturned, ”Just like your charm and passion, though…” His words trailed off as his head turned to look away from Eros. Those choice words stung Hypnos, though maybe that was Eros’ intention. Then why the tenderness to his tone?

It caused a pinch in Hypnos brow and he turned to face Eros. ”You mean when you’d first awoken?” Hypnos asked, feet shuffling the pavement at his leatherbound toes, ”Not sure that’s quite the fondest memory to recall if it truly is good to see me.” Hypnos bit down on his lip, searching for some hint of malice in Eros’ eyes. Some kind of resentment that would justify the pit in his stomach or if Eros had truly moved on and left Hypnos anchored to the pier of his past.

Eros held Hypnos’ searching eyes, he could see the uncertainty in them and his words opened his eyes to the truth in front of him. Guilt. It was a feeling Eros was familiar with, his long existence was not without the plague of that consuming feeling, and one point consuming enough he’d wish to scatter in the wind as nothing but a sprinkle of dust. Against the logic that screamed at him not to, he reached a hand to Hypnos, firm and gentle in its approach to cup his cheek providing him assurance but also preventing him from feeling too soon.

“Waking up after a long beauty sleep surrounded by the people closest to my heart is a fond memory. I’d wish for it no other way. Sometimes we gods need a good, long rest to wake up to the things around us.” Eros pulled back and moved onward after a whispered ‘thank you’ fell from his lips in time for Thanatos to take his spot next to Hypnos and wrap a rough, but affectionate, arm around his brother’s neck.

“Cheer up little poppy, if you keep pouting I might have to take you to mom’s so she can babysit you.” Thanatos teased his brother pinching his cheek playfully before his demeanor softened for a moment, “Don't be hung up on the past, Hyp. We’re all together again so let’s enjoy ourselves.” Thanatos ruffled his brother's hair before pulling away from him and carrying on to slip inside the luxury vehicle.

Years of holding such self-resentment wouldn’t vanish at gentle words or touches of reassurance. At least, Hypnos didn’t think it worked out like that. Yet, something still held tight to his heart like an Eros dropped an anvil down his throat. It pinched his brow and brightened the red of his cheeks as instinct begged him to press himself against the touch. It was the slightest movement, stopped only at Hypnos’ realization. Knowing Eros, he likely caught it, eagle-eyed as ever and Hypnos could only gulp down the anxiety twisting his lips.

”I—” the words caught against the dam in his throat. Hypnos could only watch Eros fade into the limousine, replaced by the nipping words of his brother. In rebellion, he further jutted his lips, head careening into Thanatos at the aggressive tug.

”Hey, I just… fixed that, Than. And don’t call me that,” He whined, feeling the immediate relief of his brother’s careful words breathe relief into his lungs. He expelled it as his hands moved to fix the wayward strands before finally following both his brother and Eros into the long stretch of car. Of course, he paused, staring at the interior, mainly at the two men sitting opposite of each other. They clearly set him up here.

Hypnos’ face scrunched up into annoyance that only further cemented his youth among his twin. Rather than a fierce glare, the sleepiness that addled his features twisted his expression into an indignant pout. It was like they were home again, a young raven-haired boy shooting a look of contempt at the silvery blonde of his brother stealing the covers just to spite his twin.

Fine. Hypnos slid inside, moving close to Eros with his hands over his chest, shoulder to shoulder as he directed his pout toward Thanatos. He had the entire stretch of the limousine to them all, yet both occupants knew how much Hypnos relied on tactile affection. Maybe it was the illusion of choice here, though Hypnos’ mind vehemently denied that; this was Thanatos’ fault, after all.

”You look far more handsome than my brother. Just letting you know,” Hypnos yawned past the glare, unable to keep himself sitting straight as he let his head rest against Eros’ shoulder. He still stuck his tongue out at Thanatos, foot jerking out to kick at his twin’s leg.

“I’m glad your sight is as sharp as ever, Hyppie.” Eros replied to the compliment with an amused chuckle. Among the twins he feels completely at ease, feeling himself relax against the plush leather seat into a more comfortable posture.

Thanatos rolled his eyes, and let his eyes focus past the dark tinted windows to the city lights passing by. The gentle tune of a song filled the comfortable silence that fell between them. The three lifelong friends brought together and pulled apart by the ebb and flow of time and fate again and again had reunited once more, and the warmth spreading from Thanatos’ fingertips had him reminiscing of a time from long ago.

The sounds of a giggle, the feeling of soft skin, the pressure of a body, and the taste of a kiss, it was something he’d never been able to completely forget. The sound of her voice was a melody sweeter than he had ever heard, tictil, the old name echoing in his mind in tones of joy, anger, passion, what he’d give to hear that word fall her lips just one more time.

The abrupt flash of light jolted him from his daydream as the limousine pulled to a stop. Across from him, Eros wore a charming smile and gently shook a sleeping Hypnos awake. Between the waking world and the bliss of slip did Hypnos yawn full from. The light strum of music blended into the sun-kissed skin that fluttered away in a flurry of luminescent wings. In that instance, all he could see was the young face of a god staring back at him from above fields of poppies. He wanted to sink into him until he realized where he was and he coughed, straightened up, and smoothed the wrinkles of his suit.

“It’s showtime boys.” Eros issued his words of encouragement as their grand entrance was met with flashing lights and eager reporters.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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_{En Route to the Charity Event}

Skadi & Ra

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“Tonight, Fugalia Technologies is hosting what is being coined a “Charity Ball”. The guest list is impressive to say the least-“

“Impressive? It’s ostentatious , Stacey! The amount of money gathering in that hall is at least a small nation’s worth.”

“Yeah, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t die l for a spot on that guest list.”

“I mean, who wouldn’t? Who are you most excited to see on the red carpet?”

“Obviously the fabulous Leona, I’m sure she’ll be a stunner. I heard Karen Bailey will be there too, she was just awarded at the International Medical Conference over the past weekend for her work as an OBGYN.”

“Which is great but I can’t wait to see Marcus Salvius, or Eden Amor, oooh or Jackson Drake. My mouth is water already at the thought of what’s to come.”

There is light laughter among the line-up of female hosts as they move onto other pressing topics of the night. The sound of their voices is just a background noise as Skadi applies her finishing touches to her makeup. A part of her wants to pout at not being among the mentioned attendees, but she quells that part of her with a reminder of her present identity. She is the granddaughter of the late Syvia Kaldr, record breaking Olympic Gold Medalist from London, and a professor at Seattle University. No longer a shining star in the eyes of the mortals, but not entirely removed from her past lives either.

The serenity she felt while gliding along the ice was second only to skiing across the snow capped mountains of her home. The memories of fond times long before she became a goddess were never far from the reaches of her mind, to this day she remembers the rumbling laughter of her father and warmth he held only for her in his sky blue eyes. The Norse goddess does not yearn for her place in Asgard like the others might, a godhood plagued with loneliness was worthless to Skadi. Even trapped to live out an eternity following after some obscured object was more preferred than the aforementioned fate. As long as she had her friends and could experience love over and over again, all would be well in her eyes.

“Rameses~ we’re going to be late if you keep staring at yourself in the mirror.” a glittering of laughter softened her words as she took a seat on one of the stools at the island to buckle her sparkling heels around her ankles, the last touch she needed for reappearance tonight among her fellow gods.

The haughty ruler of the sands scoffed but nevertheless continued on with his preening standing before the full length mirror stationed against the wall of his private quarters. "One must not rush perfection, ملكة الثلج. Besides, the main event has yet to arrive, and we shall be punctually late." The blizzard blue of the threads and the deep, patterned navy sark below fitted to his frame accentuated his physique exquisitely. How could he not admire himself for more than fifteen? Adjusting the lapel of his jacket, once more and deeming himself suitable for consuming gazes, Ra sauntered forth from his dwelling. It wasn't until he came across the hall's looking glass that he took a moment of pause to check himself out once more. This time for sure he made it towards his friend's awaiting form and extending an arm for her to take he dipped his head low in a respectable bow.

"I dare say my little زهرة الشتاء , you look positively sublime," Ra punctuated his observation with a lingering kiss to the tops her milky knuckles. The skin beneath his palms was smooth to the touch, but strong. Hardy yet delicate in appearance. The hands of someone who knew hard work and discipline well. Truly was she a goddess that dwelled among the frigid airs of snow capped mountains. He could only imagine the sight of her in her natural habitat. What a sight she truly must have been. A sense of reverence passed through him every time he thought of it. The past.

The architect relinquished the brush of his lips from her hands and a heavy sigh that brought him back to the present. In an instant he was standing to his full height, even in her heels she still only reached his chin, and made a huge and unnecessary gesture forward, leading them to their front door and out towards their chariot for the evening. Ever the king to put on a show for his own sake. Loss of his crown had affected him, though he truly wanted to continue creating, evolving those creations to the best versions they could be. Skadi knew what that was like on some level, what with providing private skiing lessons to those who wanted to improve, so too did she want them to improve. No?

The dress Skadi wore flowed with her movements. A billow of sheer white fabric softened the commanding nature of her posture and gait. With head held high, shoulders squared and hips swaying just enough to entice, she followed after her closest confidant. Elegant and intimidating were often the whispers she heard among her students, and comments made of her when she would take to the ice and monopolize on the first place awards during the figure skating season.

“I’m surprised you didn’t go with a solid gold suit, Ra.” Skadi mused as she easily slid into the backseat of the Phantom nodding a thanks to the chauffeur that offered aid, “Not that I need to tell you, and perhaps I shouldn’t, lest your ego inflate any further, but you look gorgeous.

With all the grace a king should possess and then some, Ra circled around to the other side of the vehicle and slid into his spot beside the winter goddess. A knowing grin split his features and his posture seemed to only straighten more at the compliment, "I know, but do feel inclined to say it more often. It's not like I'm going to stop you." Cheekiness was a color not many were privy to witness. Except for Skadi. She was someone outside the realm of his pantheon — ilk that he has not laid eyes upon in centuries — that didn't have an adverse reaction to his presence.

Scenery faded away along either side of them as they were carted from their shared home towards the charity event. A question on his tongue, burning to be let loose into the compartment, "What is it the Romans are playing at," eyes of molten amber track the goings on outside the window as they zoom down the street, bobbing and weaving between traffic. "Hosting an event such as this and so publicly as well? During a time that is met with ill will towards one another, it's just childish." His tone was drained but it didn't stop the gleam in his gaze at being able to bear witness to the cluster fuck that would most definitely take place within the course of the evening.

It was exciting to say the least and something the both of them so desperately needed to ring in their resurgence back into the fray that is warring pantheons of gild and gold and treachery. Ra could almost smell it. Creation and destruction at it’s finest.

Skadi wasn’t nearly as interested in the scheming and plotting of the other pantheons but she could not deny watching their plots unfold. The news of a God’s death had been whispers on the wind, at first it was meant with a contemptuous snort and uncaring wave of her hand. But her initial assumptions on the nature of this death had been uprooted when she spoke with The Morrigan at the university they both worked at.

‘Cut clean’ were the words used to describe the string of fate designated to Hephaestus. The situation was peculiar in the least, and a great deal unnerving, but she wasn’t fond of those latter feelings and focused on the mess that was surely going to arise when everyone’s questions were answered.

“I’ve not the attention span nor patience to scheme like you kings spend your time doing. I’d rather spend my days frolicing through meadows and doing my womanly duty of being felt and not heard.” Skadi gave a dramatic huff as she leaned back against the door placing the back of her hand to her forehead, “But modern men don’t fuck like they used to, Ra, so I guess I’ll settle for enjoying the show of our fellow ‘dignified’ gods succumbing to their egotism and avarice and fighting amongst themselves.” Skadi’s glacier eyes sparkle like far off stars in the passing street lights and the mischief painted on her cute pout is a telltale of her jesting.

"You just haven't had the right man," he chuckled darkly as he sidled up closer to the huntress yet refrained from unwanted touch. The first time he had made that mistake was his last. "Oh and they will find themselves at each other's throats. It is in their nature to bear fangs against those believed to be enemies..." The words spoken were that of someone very familiar with taking what was believed to be rightfully his. As with many things, past and present, in the life of Ra, regalia was viewed as pedestrian. Even when he was king of all of Egypt it wasn't something he was particularly content about. He relished in the worship and the adoration that was thrown at his feet, but the god was more absorbed in the glory that came with seeing his creations flourish.

Would he deny that he misses the days where the name Ra was whispered on the lips of devotees? Absolutely not. A sound that would dance on his ears and in his soul for a millennia to come were it to be so. Even to hear it from another being writhing beneath him and tangled in sheets of silk and cotton, sheen of sweat coating one another like a second skin. Oh, how he longs for long, cool nights in the arms of a worthy partner once more. Thoughts of his beloved Sun Spot flit across his mind's eye before being tugged back to the present at the slow roll of their chariot coming to a stop.

Lights flashing outside the windows, they were protected for a time, however now their presence would be made known to the rest of the world, and to their pantheons. The time of soul searching, rebuilding and rebranding oneself and everything in between had now run its course and was coming to a head. A number of mortals were crowded just past the barrier the car provided, though their voices carried through. An annoyance at the very least, but it also provided a well timed reprieve from being out of the loop for so long. "Just as it is in their nature to bear necks to those higher in the food chain." Turning back to his gorgeous date, her hand in his once again, a kiss of his breath lightly played upon her skin. The chauffeur was already at the ready, hands on the handle of the door, prying it open and exposing the two occupants to the flashing of bulbs and a chorus of questions, "Come my little زهرة الشتاء, let us make them envious of the time they spent outside of our presence."

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

𝓒𝓪𝓽 & 𝓜𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮

_{10 PM ᴄᴀsᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏᴘᴏʟɪs}

_{ɪғ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀʙᴇ}.

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“Bentley! Bentley!“ “Thank you, thank you, my devout subje-“

“Do any of them understand the meaning of moderation?” Eros chuckles under his breath as he sits in his luxury vehicle in the parking garage under the building currently hosting the rager of the season. By the few live streams currently happening it was more than evident that Jackon Drake’s party was in full swing. Which was less than appealing to Eros, who had forgone his wild party days a handful of decades ago, but certainly more desirable than squandering an opportunity to spend time with his favorite sun god. Or so he told himself as the elevator announced its arrival to the top floor of the condominium.

Through the might of a forced smile and his broad shoulders, Eros barely navigated through the throng of inebriated young adults. From his position among a crow of sorry dancers, he could spot at least a couple familiar faces gathered at a beer pong table, and just outside the glass french doors to the patio was Benzaiten upside down in what seemed to be an intense Keg stand competition. Much to his disappointment, in neither locations did he spot the infectious smiling face of his golden boy, but an unwanted presence of a hand running along his chest promptly ended his search.

“Who are you looking for?” The strange woman practically purred into his ear, breaching his personal space once she realized his attention was solely on her as if it were an invite.

“The greek god of sun.” The deadpan answer had the drunk woman laughing as she backed off a fraction, the smell of alcohol on her breath had Eros sighing in annoyance.

“You’re funny~ Looks like you were searching for a good time, and I’m here to give it to yo-”

“I’m not interested. Lose yourself in the crowd before you embarrass yourself anymore.” Eros grumbled releasing her hand from his hold, his eyebrow raised in a challenge as he watched her cheeks grow red and her eyes widen in shock before she spun abruptly and stomped away, “For gods sakes.”

At first, Apollo had been annoyed at the idea of losing his one on one time with a certain god of desire. And then, Herc had arrived, and one drink had become two, two became three, and suddenly, Apollo was much less bothered. The party was in full swing now, flashing lights illuminating the inside as sweaty bodies ground together to the club music Herc had connected.

By now, Apollo had found himself a spot by the window, where he was lighting a joint and looking out over the dance floor, grinning softly. It was only by chance that he spotted Eros from across the room, and when he did, his face brightened, and he took a long drag from the burning cone in between his fingers. Smooth as still water, Apollo exhaled and began sidling through the crowd, moving with the rhythm and grace of a dancer.

“You made it!” the sun god called out once he’d reached Eros, reaching out to grasp his hand, pulling himself closer, until his body was pressed up against the man he seemed to be constantly craving. He took another drag, and offered the joint to the god of desire, a true, 21st century gentleman. “How’s Tlaz?”

Eros felt relief wash over him at the familiar sound of Apollo’s tone, the hands that reached for him this time were met with a relaxed smile, “Hardly made it-” a deep chuckle cut his words short and he accepted the offering. Pot had never been Eros’ vice of choice, but a little Mary Jane to get the edge of annoyance off his shoulders seemed liked a great idea.

“Well you know.. Glorious and sinful and-” Eros took a dramatic drag from the joint before passing it back, letting his exhale expel the smoke and his words, “ thirsting after Ares… well just his dick, but I think that hardly makes it any better. ” Eros answered with pout taking place on his lips.

Apollo couldn’t help the laughter that spilled past his lips, bursts of amusement that caught even him by surprise music in their own way. The situation was one only an immortal could find themselves entangled in, and the absurdity wasn’t lost on him. Very few of these young souls around them needed to worry about their friends coming on to their fathers. At least he hoped that was the case. “We are a messy fucking bunch, aren’t we?”

Still smiling, Apollo began moving slowly, gently, unable to ignore the music that shook the house. “I had a whole dinner planned in my head, but well, this happened. Welcome to the Acropolis,” he said, relaxed as ever.

“Yeah, messy is one way to put it.” Eros replies but his words are softened with a chuckle of his own. The musical laughter of Apollo’s amusement pulled the corners of his mouth upward, banishing the pout from his lips. The hands of the Love God found themselves traveling along the perimeter of Apollo’s body, landing on his waist and pulling him
closer, “Heracles was always the champion of the people.” Eros casts his gaze around the room brimming with energy for a moment before returning back to Apollo, “Guess I’ll just have to squeeze you into my terribly full schedule again.” His words are paired with a playful wink before he’s spinning his dance partner away from him in time with the song, bringing him back with strong arms wrapping around him and swaying to change of songs.

“I was certainly looking forward to enjoying you after dinner.”” Eros’ voice is low, saved only for Apollo’s ears as his tone is heavy and smooth with the sweet desire of his divine nature. It was a power Eros rarely put to use, but riling up cute boys like Apollo was a treat often too sweet for him to turn down.

Whispered words tickled his ears and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Every time they touched, he was perplexed by the magnetism he felt, a force that refused to let him tear himself away. Biting his lip, Apollo looked up at his lover, beautiful as ever, and drank in the sight of him, hands traversing his stone chest. Eros’ cologne wafted to him, weaker than it had been this morning but still strong enough to ensnare the sun god. He wanted nothing more than for all these people to fade away, until it was just him, and Eros, and the music.

“Aren’t you lucky then, that I have my own room, and no qualms about kicking people out of it?” He smiled before taking another hit of the joint and letting the smoke float from his mouth, grey wisps dissipating into the haze that had already begun to gather throughout the house. “But first, we’re gonna dance,” Apollo added, turning so he could grind against Eros, only to spin back around after a few moments. He did enjoy playing the tease.

Eros had become quite fond of the chase, the darkening of lust in his eye turned them from a jade to emerald and deeper yet. The impish smile taunted and drew him forward, the beat of the music pulsed through him but did not reach his ears. The only sound there was of the hushed whines and whimpers he drew out of the proud man before him, the playful brat had succumbed so beautifully to his own pleasure. A century hadn’t been enough to make him forget the time before, and 24 hours was hardly a passing second in that measure, it was beyond Eros’ understanding how he was able to focus on anything throughout the day. Right now all he could focus on was Apollo, not that the flamboyant sun god would mind all that much.

“Dancing, or playing a little cat and mouse, Pollo?” Eros said through a dangerous smirk as he captures Apollo with his hands, returning the favor of grinding himself against the god, “I was half-expecting to see you doing a keg stand with Benten when I arrived.” Eros whispered in his ear and allowed his lips to trail down his neck before he was spinning away from Apollo.

“If you’d gotten here earlier, you might’ve had the chance,” Apollo said, grinning like everything he did was a divine gift. He couldn’t quite help the confidence that flowed from him. It was a mixture of liquor and godly arrogance, with a hint of one tall, blonde, green eyed beauty of a man. This living room was nothing like Olympus, not even close, but still, he wasn’t sure he’d truly felt immortal until now. Here, in this room packed full of bodies and drenched in technicolor, or in between their sheets, looking into those emerald eyes was like ascending.

This time, when the two came back together, Apollo jumped up and wrapped his legs around Eros’ waist, not once considering that this could go any other way than he expected. There was so much he could’ve said right then, but he stayed silent. His eyes pleaded with desire, begged him never to leave again, and then his lips found purchase on his neck, as if daring him to try.

Firm hands caught Apollo, fingers pressing into the fullness of his thigh insistently as an answer to the look in his eyes. The hard planes of Eros’ body pressed against Apollo, heart pounding in his chest and leaning into the sensation of heat that trailed along his neck, claiming him as another’s. Warmth spread through him from fingertips to the tip of his toes, and when it consumed him it grew hotter, “That's enough dancing.” The growl rumbled up through his chest and guided him through the crowd, “Where’s your room Pollo, before I put a show on for your party guests.”

“Who says I don’t want you to?” Apollo said, cocking his head as he exhaled a silvery stream of smoke. He only let the question hang in the air for a moment, fully aware that Eros would play that game of chicken with him until they both found themselves naked on the floor, onlookers be damned. “Upstairs, first door on the left.” He lifted his arm lazily to point the way, deftly flicking the ashen roach of his joint into a nearby trash bag before swooping down to nibble at Eros’ neck.

Eros was quick to follow the directions, taking more care this time in his journey through the crowd as he effortlessly whisked his princess away. The stairs offered little challenge to the tall man, the impatience chiming in the back of his mind had him ascending two steps at a time, and at the top steps his eyes immediately locked onto the closed door of the first room on the left.

The door was swung open and Eros was appreciative for its vacancy, with a less than graceful movement he unwrapped Apollo’s limbs from around his body and let him fall backwards onto the bed as he spun to close the door, “Ah, and the cat wins again..” Eros spoke in his smooth sultry tone as he turned slowly, the top buttons on his shirt undone flashing the smooth skin underneath. The sight of Apollo on the bed, hair disheveled and cheeks flush with lust left the love god’s mouth watering and his pants feeling unbelievably tight.

Apollo stared up at him, wide eyed and smirking. He’d been playing this moment over in his head since Eros had dropped him off this morning, and just like all the times before, it was so much better in person. He kicked his shoes off, sending them flying into a corner of the room, forgotten the moment they left his sight. He’d let the cat win as many times as it pleased him, if this was the view that followed. “Come claim your prize then.”

Eros took slow strides back to his lover, the clothes falling from his body with every step until he was as nude as the day he came into existence. The tension in the air was thick, it was a cloud of lust that darkened their gazes and drew heavy upon their breaths as the distance between them shrunk. Eros struggles to maintain control over his desire, his hands gripping the silks covering Apollo’s bed, hovering over him, “A prize I will claim until the end of our days.”

And claim he did, with an unspoken promise to never vanish again woven between amorous kisses and heated touches.

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