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[iistoriaa]

@mythlived : (

This kitchen had become rather familiar as of late - she had grown accustomed to the organization system, the placement of the clay pot in the cabinet and the silverware in the wooden drawer that creaked just enough to be noticeable. 

Rarely did a place other than solitude feel anywhere close to home - but this was what a mortal home felt like, right? The last droplets of rich broth it would be impolite to lick off the plate, the routine she had inadvertently fallen into of melting into frost flakes whenever called with the sigil she had gifted Emery. He was pleasant enough company - brushed past her aloofness and what Esther called lack of friendliness but she preferred to call low tolerance for indulging unnecessary interaction - and seemed content enough with fleeting smiles and tacit comfort. 

Honestly, she wasn’t sure why she had granted him one of her sigils. He was no traditional academic, nor researcher, nor even a self-professed dilettante in history, like the other mortals she usually favored. Most of the days of her eternity were spent traversing glacial air between the Academia in Sumeru, advising on theses sparsely or obtaining relics for their study, and their scholars flung far and wide across Teyvat - securing their safety as they in turn secured the preservation of history beyond her, beyond their own lifespans. 

Emery, on the other hand, was a information broker - more interested in her gift of hindsight for more recent events. A gift, which still proved a faster and surer source of knowledge across the nations than other hearsay, even if she only had jurisdiction over the memories of hours past rather than present. Still... the offerings of food were touching, at the very least tempting. 

Adeptus’ Temptation, indeed. 

As she dries the plate off, the silence settles comfortably around the two, the memory of laughter well steeped like a warm tea in the air. 

Still... her hands pause midair after carefully replacing the plate on the counter - the fate of a Cryo Vision, with insecurities melting like icecubes into even the sincerest of warmth. 

Without turning - she knew he was surely mulling over the information on some Fatui activity near the Chasm provided by her earlier - she speaks. At least... to reassure herself with grace, to not be a fool. Not to a mortal. 

“I know... you only really talk to me for information. But... you make me smile. And that’s enough for me.” 

A few quick steps to approach the back of his chair, a hand hesitantly reaching to touch him, even for a moment, before retracting at the last second. A smile that lasts longer than a moment, yet- 

“Thank you for the food.” 

And then just like that, the ice cubes are dropped all too harshly into the mellow understanding in the room. 

[pixxelhearted]

Heidi’s been told more than once not to run in the hall of the high school, but who can blame her if she runs just a little bit ahead of her dad and into the classroom. “I’m here!” It’s likely she’ll get in trouble for yelling as she entered later, but she pays no mind as she spies the empty seat beside Kaoruko and skips over, pulling her backpack into her lap as she sits and rummaging around. “I brought your juice box!” Leaning forward a little bit, she whispers, “Don’t tell Papa I brought it.”

She leans in with a conspiratorial smile towards Heidi, taking the juice box with both hands, as if it’s a precious treasure. “Thank you! I won’t tell if you won’t,” she whispers back. 

As Oliver trails in too-soon, Kaoruko slips the juice box behind her, where he can’t see, and immediately passes Heidi a notebook from another class, plus a special pencil bag filled with colored pencils - to keep her entertained in class.

“Here, I kept this on me for you.”

Hopefully the colors were okay - she’d started collecting colored pencils for Heidi, but she still felt the rainbow was lacking. Nothing was too much for the little girl she considered her baby sister, even if she herself was technically the youngest sister in her own family.

As she turns to face the front of the classroom, ready to pay attention in class, her hand reaches behind her and quietly takes the straw out of its plastic wrapping, before poking the straw through foil. She eyes Oliver, holding the juice box below the desk, primed and ready to sneak a sip the next time he turned away. 

[babym0chii]

last night was amazing #miw #avatar #geminisyndrome #inthismoment #mythlive #halfgodhalfdeviltour #stpaulmn (at Myth Nightclub)

[kncklheads]

@mythlived​ || starter call

‘ You did that on purpose.’ Theo snapped, sending an icy cold glare in the other’s direction. ‘ You stupid, insignificant little--’ He grit his teeth, reminding himself to keep his composure. ‘ You’ve ruined my clothes with your idiotic behavior. Are you so stupid that you can’t even control your own powers enough not to wet everyone near by ??’ Rich coming from Theo who had such little control over his own. 

[foamkissed]

@mythlived​ cont. from here (x)

Dear, dear. Time changed so much, indeed. The death of siblings - and the death of darling Paris’ regard for her? Things were so lovely back then - she moved as she pleased, she was the most beautiful, and Father allowed her to do as she wished - for the most part. 

How cruel of him! To gaze at her with such animosity - when she had bestowed nothing but generosity and goodwill upon him in years gone by. To blame her for his misfortunes - when it was she who had plucked him from underneath Menelaus’ sword, she who had delivered on her promise of a most beautiful woman in exchange for his mere word, she who influenced poor Helen to beg Oenone to bestow mercy on the then-dying Paris. No fault it was of hers if he was too weak a warrior to count his blessings by staying alive for much longer - or if he was unable to keep the woman gifted unto him - or if he ultimately died... No, this wouldn’t do. Aphrodite refused to shoulder the blame - but who could blame human arrogance? Unfounded, pitiful, human arrogance. 

Love, divinity... things beyond true human comprehension. As long as love existed, she would be here. 

“ And yet, I have survived where so many did not. Really... Celia’s a nice girl - she should be honored to serve me. Of course, I’ll repay the favour when I ascend again. She’s proven herself quite worthy of Elysian if she continues on like this. ”

“ However... you, Paris, are quite another matter. ”

Standing up, she crosses to right in front of him. 

“ Have you forgotten my love already? I’m hurt... But never fear, my fondness for you will allow such small mistakes on your behalf. Shall I remind you, then? ”

[rcmcdium]

Andrew's quiet as he watches the kids play out in the yard of the children's hospital, waiting for his meeting with one of their parents to start. He'd been asked to wait there since the weather had cleared up and the children would be outside. He was glad. He'd seen too many little ones get caught up in the gloom that could come from the hospital environment... and it seemed he wasn't the only one. Turning to a girl a few feet from him, he nodded toward the kids, "Do you volunteer with them?"

This was… what she got for lingering too long. She’d been noticed, and couldn’t really walk away now without arousing some degree of suspicion. 

“Oh… no. I’m walking home from… school now. I pass here sometimes, so.” 

Adequate explanation without leaving much room for further interrogation. She steps aside, deciding now would be a good time to depart. The sunshine should hold up for at least an hour - before the storm rolled back in as it was supposed to. 

[nullblossoms]

“you don’t have to go through this by yourself.” (But from Izuku!)

“Thank you, Midoriya, but… she’s family. It’s okay, that’s just… how she is. Akira doesn’t actually mean any harm; she’s just - frustrated. Don’t worry about it - I’m not hurt or anything.

She smiles slightly - an attempt to reassure her friend. While part of her genuinely believes that Akira is simply frustrated, she mostly protects her sister out of duty - to make sure she never suffers the consequences, at least for her actions towards Yuuka.

She often agrees with Akira, even - how did someone who never wanted to be a hero at all enter the most prominent school for heroes in the country? It wasn’t a stretch to say that even if her spot wasn’t taken from Akira, it had certainly been stolen from someone who felt more strongly about the work. 

[aestuavis]

▸ @mythlived || starter call

|| 茜 || :: “ this little one’s wing is broken ... ” her voice was soft, SOMBER, to be exact, as she cradled the small sparrow within her palms and thumb gently rubbing over the bird’s head as it chirped quietly. “ i’d never understand why some humans find enjoyment in hurting others especially those who are weaker than them. ” fingertips carefully grazed along the feather of the injured sparrow while she subtly enforced her HEALING FLAME in small doses, slowly but surely mending the broken bones within.

                “ --- they could use their power and strength to protect others, yet ... some seem to find pleasure in hurting. the world seems like a crueler, harsher place to live when you witness things like this. ”

[descendcd-blog]

「 @mythlived / ✧ 」

「 ✧ 」 Gratitude had never particularly been a part of his vocabulary, but he had started becoming a little more aware of the fact that he should try showing it sometimes. People did that sort of thing with gifts, right? This train of thought led him to a flower shop, as they seemed to make a decent gift. ( They were pretty, and women, at least some of them, liked pretty things--or something like that. ) But while he’d painted plenty of them before, he knew next to nothing about the deeper symbolism behind each flower, and so without preamble and after ignoring any greeting from the florist, he asked, “Is there a flower that says, ‘Thanks for keeping me alive even though I’m a pain in the ass’?”

[janusdaniccolo]

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[iistoriaa]

Pat debates the question he wants to ask for a few moments before glancing over to Wysteria, hoping it won't be unpleasant for her if he does choose to ask it. He figures she'll let him know if it is and if it was, he wouldn't mention it again. "If you don't mind my asking, do you have a favorite period of history, Wysteria?"

... “Probably any period during which I wasn’t alive.”

But to answer more seriously...

“I don’t think I truly have a ‘favorite.’”

She stops writing, tapping the pen thoughtfully on her cheek.

“Every period has had its own share of nonsense, so I don’t think I can choose one that’s necessarily better. But I suppose I liked the last century a little more, if I had to choose.”

[aulisdeer]

Briseis is quick to throw a blanket over Iphigenia where she sits on the couch before promptly sitting down in the spot next to her. She barely glances at the television before turning her full attention back to the girl next to her. "Quick, who has the most meme-able face in the MBM?" While she already has her own—very strong—opinions on it, she has to know what Iphi thinks. "It's for science."

“Patty - thanks.”

No question about it - he was the most meme-able by all metrics and standards. 

Settling under the offered blanket, she snuggles up into a small ball before putting her homework aside.

“Maybe Aris or Emery next.” 

“Who are you thinking of, though?”

[pixxelhearted]

❛ My whole life just flashed before my eyes. I give it 2 stars. ❜ (from atti :') )

“Is one star an option?”

Part of her is concerned about validating him, perhaps - but he seems unhurt, even after being pushed down the stairs. If he had appeared to be in worse condition, she might have considered using her ability to help heal him, but… he can stand. So it’s probably fine.

[duskfloret]

「 @mythlived / ♡ 」

「 ♡ 」 As perceptive as she was, she didn’t miss the fact that his ankle should’ve been broken after rolling it like that: him playing it off like it didn’t hurt wouldn’t fool her. That only concerned her more in the end, and her brows furrowed. Did he expect her to not want to help? All she’d done was offer to walk him home and wrap his ankle for him. ( If she’d heard it break, she would’ve already called an ambulance, but since it appeared to not be too serious, she held off on that. )

“You’re not.” Really, he should’ve learned by then that arguing with her was futile, but she supposed that they’d never had anything to argue about before now. “Lean on me or I can carry you, but either way, you need to stop putting pressure on it or you’ll make it worse.”