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[exmpairmid]

The Hidden Doctor

mpxsol​:

(...) A small giggle escaped the goddess’s lips at the compliment as a hand reached up to cover her lips. She was far more reserved in this setting. “Is this the real reason you made me lower my dress?” Sol teased the goddess as she moved to take her seat before the other. Her eyes looking over the good on the table. Interest took over her features, tilting her head as she tried sniffing the air. “What are those?” She asks, keeping her hands to her side as she felt unaware to any custom she may be missing. 

“It has been so long since I have had tea. What kind?”

“i live far from the city to avoid the company of those i am not fond of,” she agrees easily to sol’s words spoken from worry, but then smiles a bit wider again as she adds: “but those who brave the climb up to my store and speak to me so politely are definitely exempt from that list.” 

she continues her business, only to laugh when sol easily fires back a little joke in response to airmid’s flirting. “ah, it appears that you have caught me,” she says with a chuckle as she continues setting the table. when she’s then asked about the cookies, she glances back up at her guest.

“these are cookies. they’re a sort of snack. i made them of all organic ingredients. you can try one, if you don’t like them that’s fine too, just spit it out outside the window.” she smiles warmly at sol, and then opens up her pantry again to look at the herbs there that she took from.

“herbal tea, always,” she explains lightly. “i tend to take whatever i have available. if there is something you like, i’ll see if i have some of it fresh to make the tea with.” she glances back at sol to see if there perhaps is something like that.

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Cottage in the mountains

mphecate​:

(...) In a slow yet determined manner, Hecate moves the two of them to the nearest surface, inviting Airmid to seat on the table as the Greek’s hands softly gripped her waist, waiting for the Celtic to move so her fingers would slip underneath the fabric, seeking the warmth of her skin while Hecate kicks her shoes away, yet never distancing her lips from Airmid’s.

the kiss lasts between them, their lips meeting and parting briefly just to meet again, their bodies pressed so close together there is almost no space between them. airmid’s skin is heated by the warmth radiating off hecate’s body as well as the warmth that is being produced by her own body at the other goddess’ gentle but insistent touches. when she is urged to move, she only hums out her protest long enough to be able to reach blindly for the teapot, so she can take out the strainer with the leaves, lest leaving it too long might leave the tea bitter and undrinkable.

she never breaks away from the kiss, and once the strainer clatters onto the counter, she follows where hecate leads her easily, sitting down on the table as she is suggested to do and then easily lifting her arms just enough for her shirt to slip up out from underneath hecate’s hands, giving her access and permission to touch the celtic goddess’s bare skin. it seems neither of them are ready to end the kiss yet, so she doesn’t even attempt to say anything, instead allowing her fingers to keep running through hecate’s hair, tangling up in it occasionally before releasing it and moving further.

she places her other hand in hecate’s side, letting it slide down over her hip and down the side of her thigh, as far down as she can reach, before she lets it slide back up on the inside of the greek goddess’s leg. all the question she poses is a soft hum, to ask if this is okay, to make sure that hecate is on board with all of this before she will fully lean into the direction this is taking.

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dozing ;;

mpapollo​:

(...) Following a step behind the goddess, Apollo let her lead him to wherever she desired. He slipped his fingers between hers as she walked, and he snickered softly. “Yes. Please. So that I may use you as my pillow this time. But warning, I do drool.” He glances over for a moment before continuing to laugh. “But really, I am good with whatever you wish.”

airmid is more than used to apollo’s boasting and admittedly some days it gets to be a bit too much and she wishes he would learn some humility, but today it just makes her laugh more than she already was doing, and she shakes her head lightly at his words completely insulting all of her pantheon. she does not mind; most of them are not close to her, and she thinks her grandfather can definitely be considered drab. 

when he takes her up on the offer of sleeping tea so he can use her as his pillow, she only laughs all over again, especially when he warns her against his drooling. “i’ve dealt with my fair share of babies over my lifetime,” she replies easily, eyes sparkling and voice warm with fond amusement. “you may be slightly overgrown, but you don’t look like you’re much different to deal with.”

her chuckles are filled with genuine mirth as she stops their walk to be able to wrap her arms around his neck again and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek, drawing him as close to her as she could, as if to apologise for all the teasing she’s been doing already. but really a big part of it is just that she is so fond of him, and she just wants him to know that without her having to tell him.

[exmpairmid]

it has been a while since last one of her children was on the island, this much is definitely true. after krystal, she’d checked up on her other children, travelled around the world to find those she could not track down as easily and made sure to send out letters to all those she thought would be able to use a place to get away from everything for a while. so she’d been prepared for the idea of one of them to eventually show up.

but the idea and the reality are two very different things indeed. which is why she’s feeling so off-kilter as she makes her way down to the city and over to the celtic apartment building. her feet lead her automatically to the right door, inside and up to the right floor. once in front of the right door, though, she falters in her step. it’s not that she’s not certain whether her son is home or not, because she can feel him walking around inside of the apartment, healthy as can be. it’s just that... she honestly has no idea what to say or how she will be received, and for the first time in a long time, it matters.

still, she’s never been a coward, and so after a moment of just breathing, she reaches out a hand and presses the doorbell. she waits patiently for the young man to make it across the apartment to open the door, and then looks at him for a moment or two in silence as she takes him in. breathing out a soft smile, she then lifts a hand covered in herbal tattoos that snake their way up her arm as well.

“hello jeongin. i heard you made it into the city so i came by to visit. my name is airmid. i hope i’m not interrupting?” looking at him now, she still remembers perfectly those days when she’d held his tiny body in her arms, feeding him and caring for him just long enough for his father to be able to take over caring for him before she’d left. he’s grown tall, for sure. she hopes he’s grown up well, too.

Lovely ;;

@mpxjeongin

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Lovely ;;

@mpxjeongin

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sweets ,,

mpxhel​:

(...) “I wondered if you would…be able to remedy it? At least for me to taste food enough to fully savor it?” Grey eyes swiveled towards her friend, uncharacteristically vulnerable.

airmid shows almost no reaction to hel’s sudden transformation into something almost deceased. she has long known the truth of it, her awareness of the goddess before her more of her true form than of the illusion she keeps up. but what people feel like and look like is more often different, and airmid gracefully accepts that fact without ever bringing up the reality to those who don’t speak of it themselves. hel is one of them for sure, and airmid finds herself only briefly pressing her lips together in regret and sympathy both for her friend.

when hel further explains herself as well as the issue she struggles with, airmid listens carefully, already letting her mind churn over the possible solutions she might be able to offer to this issue. when hel’s gaze comes to her then, cautious and careful, she breathes out a soft smile, though there’s a hint of apology in her expression as well.

“i cannot promise you anything other than that i can try,” she says first and foremost. “if it is your nature there is a high chance that i won’t be able to change it permanently. i can heal something straight that was crooked and i can regrow what was lost, but i cannot give what was not already there before.” she presses her lips together briefly, before she adds: “at least not permanently. if it is to taste normally that you want to do, i could try and heal that part of you while you eat, but i don’t know if it will stick. it most likely won’t, considering your nature.” she can help deities, but she’s not a miracle worker without limits, after all. if it were a demigod, there’d be much less issue, but she’s long learned that she can’t fix other deities as well - especially not when they’re from a different pantheon.

“if you’d like to try i’d be happy to experiment with all kinds of different things, but you must be ready to be disappointed in case it doesn’t work.”

[exmpairmid]

The Hidden Doctor

mpxsol​:

(...) Turning her attention up to Airmid after failing to get any kind of luck, she nods her head. “I would love some tea.” She responds warmly, and taking the goddess’s motion, she heads through the door to Airmid’s personal quarters. “I hope your tea is as good as your healing. If so, you may never be able to get rid of me.” Sol softly teases the other as she peers back to her. 

sol explains that she’s never felt the cold, implying neither will she feel the cold of the salve, and indeed the goddess doesn’t so much as flinch when it touches her skin. when she finishes off, she watches sol try and glance back at her handiwork, thanking her with such soft and kind words that she almost feels like she should maybe thank osiris for sending such a polite and gentle goddess to her. it’s always nice to make new acquaintances when they’re as kind and polite as this one, she thinks.

she allows sol to precede her into her home, and then breathes out an easy smile when she’s told her medical skill and her tea might just earn her a new fixed presence at her home. “i wasn’t aware that i was trying to get rid of you,” she counters with an easy lightness to her voice as she walks past the goddess to go and wash her hands in the small water basin reserved for that. once the salve is fully off her fingers, she picks up her cups and takes the teapot with hot water from above the fire, so she can add a few herbs to make them some tea. “if you’re always as kind as this i won’t mind if you stay.”

she looks up when she’s done adding herbs, and shows sol a slightly wider smile. “it helps that you’re very easy on the eyes as well,” she adds then, and gives the norse goddess a small wink, before turning her attention back to her kitchen. opening the small cupboard that serves as her pantry, she takes out a little wrapped piece of fabric in which she’s put the cookies she baked just the day before. placing them on her little table, she motions for sol to take a seat if she would like to.

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dozing ;;

mpapollo​:

(...) Slowly, he stood up, stretching his arms to the sky before returning his gaze to her. “Come on, friend. You owe me a cup of tea for that nice slumber I gave you.” He snickers quietly, offering his hand to her so that he may pull her up.

she allows apollo to fix her hair without even so much as a word of protest, and then chuckles softly when he just messes it all up again as he tells her it’s alright to be nervous. there is never a thought of nervousness in her anymore when around him, but she still remembers well the days when there was, and when she would look at him like he put all the stars in the night sky. close, but not entirely accurate, of course.

“i would if there was any brilliance around,” she jokes right back, watching him get up from his spot and stretch. when he tells her she owes him a cup of tea, she instantly takes the hand he offers and gets up, squeezing his hand lightly before temporarily leaning into his side, gleaning some of his affection just because she can, and because she’s missed him, despite whatever they might joke.

“do you want a cup of tea that will give a nice slumber to you as well?” she asks, just as teasingly as before, but as she puts herself in motion, she casually lets her hand slip in his until she’s holding on to it lightly, not wanting to let go of this connection between them just yet.

[exmpairmid]

Cottage in the mountains

mphecate​:

(...) Such wouldn’t last long, as the question made Hecate nervous and remembering the recent past was rather bitter, so she averts her gaze as Airmid continues, but does not lean away from the warmth of lips. Hecate makes the kiss linger, not only to avoid the question but also due to the feeling of longing for such affectionate moments. “I will tell you all about it dear Airmid, but, don’t rob me from this moment.”

 Her arms tighten around Airmid, pushing her even closer and Hecate moves her lips away, solely to pamper Airmid’s neck yet again. “I’ve missed you.”

hecate doesn’t exactly answer her question, except she says all that’s necessary for her to know by kissing her, and so she breathes out a small smile as the kiss between them lingers a little longer before it ends. then, hecate speaks her real answer, but airmid already knew it from the silent avoidance, and so she simply nods her head in acceptance.

hecate’s lips against the side of her neck are a soft affection that she indulges in gratefully, tilting her head a bit to the side to allow the other goddess easier access to her neck and to be able to feel it a little bit better. when the soft words of missing are spoken, she moves her hands from hecate’s shoulder to bring them up to her friend’s face, so she can gently pull it away from her neck for a moment.

“i’ve missed you too, my dear,” she says softly, leaning in to press sweet little kisses to her friend’s cheeks and nose, before briefly kissing her lips again. when she lets go, she sighs softly in contentment, her body relaxing further into her friend’s embrace. “let me give you this moment at its full potential,” she adds then, and easily slides her hands down over hecate’s arms to her sides, settling them on her hips as she leans in to kiss the greek goddess properly, leaving no more space for them to talk.

their hands and lips can do the talking for now, she thinks, at least until the tea is done steeping and they might move to sit down and chat. or maybe they won’t, she’ll be happy to see where time takes them either way.

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dozing ;;

@mpapollo continued from here:

He had sat upon a large rock near the water as the goddess continued her work. He had little idea what she had been doing, but she welcomed his performance. That was all that truly mattered to the god. So, pulling out his lyre, he quickly transformed the silence into the most lovely of tunes. It had been a new song that spewed from his fingers, and the harmonic tones seemed to work well to calm those around him.

Airmid had seemed struck by that too. Finished with her tasks and now seated beside him, the goddess soon drifted asleep, leaning against his shoulders. Apollo tilted his head toward the goddess as he felt the new weight, muffling a soft laugh behind his closed smile before continuing to play and allow her rest.

airmid wakes very slowly from her little nap, temporarily confused by the crick in her neck until she becomes more fully aware of the presence by her side; the one she had been comfortable enough with to let herself doze off to begin with.

apollo has been a set fixture in her life for many millennia by now, and even to this very day she still looks up at him with eyes as full of awe and admiration as she had those very first few times. admittedly the awe may be tempered a little by age and the admiration may have simmered down to the warm regard of someone in the same field, but there are some feelings only he ever brings out in her, and feelings she thinks she’ll never feel for anyone else again.

heaving out a soft sigh, she lifts a hand to rub at her eyes as she straightens up slowly. when her eyes catch apollo’s, she smile sheepishly, and then she’s suddenly just chuckling softly.

“i wasn’t trying to non-verbally say that your lyre play is so boring one would fall asleep listening to it,” she reassures him jokingly. “i swear.”

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The Hidden Doctor

mpxsol​:

(...) “It has only been a week or two since the attack, and it still aches much like the moment it happened.” She states, tilting her head back to look at the goddess. A burst of fire crackling in her gaze. “I fought well, you know. But that damned Hati. I will kill them. One of these days.”

airmid’s smile only grows wider when sol agrees to her own miscalculations, admitting to a discomfort that she can understand well. she watches the goddess step back and then turn around, letting her dress fall from her frame to reveal the large gashes of the wolf’s claws. airmid takes them in with the neutral, unemotional gaze of a healer, running her fingertips ever so gently along the outside of the lines, not made to hurt but simply to map them out for her own knowledge and perhaps curiosity.

when sol speaks of the wolves, she smiles once more, and even wider when sol looks back at her, that bright fire of the sun itself sparking in those eyes. “i have no doubt you will,” she says simply, nodding her head in acceptance of the words. “i also don’t doubt that you fought well. sometimes the signs of fighting well aren’t winning but rather surviving to be able to make it to the next fight.”

she turns around and walks around her counter to pick up the pot with the mixture she prepared just before and comes back. “this might feel cold, but it will soothe the hurt,” she says softly, using the spatula to scoop the salve out of the pot and directly onto the wounds. she doesn’t bother with washing them out right now, because she’s certain the other goddess has done a good job of that.

“i don’t think i should heal you from these, because it’s clearly important for you to feel and to remember, but this mixture will soothe the pain and help the wounds heal faster. it’ll also drain your body from any hateful toxins left by your attacker.” she brushes some of sol’s hair out of the way with the back of her fingers before scooping up another good amount of the salve, really slathering it on for now. when she’s packed the gashes well with the mixture, she puts the both aside for the moment.

“if you don’t mind, we’ll let it seep in like this for a moment before i’ll dress it so it won’t stain your beautiful dress.” she smiles warmly at her customer, and then motions over to the door leading to her personal quarters. “would you like some tea while we wait?”

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hidden danger ;;

mpxyoongi​:

(...) “See you around, then, I guess.” He adjusted the bow on his shoulder, glancing back at the forest once more before looking back over at her. “Thanks again.”

she watches the young demigod take her advice and her herbs with more serious acceptance this time, and nods her head. when he thanks her once more, she actually smiles softly. just like that, with that little adventure behind them, a small corner of her heart opens and fills with this young man and his dark eyes. just like that, she adds this young demigod to the list of people she might just give a tiny fuck about.

“i’ll see you around.”

she watches him walk away towards the city for a few moments longer, just taking in the scene and the fact that at least for now, this demigod is doing fine and probably plotting twenty different ways to take down the creature they’ve just left behind in the forest. it brings a somewhat wider smile to her face, before she turns away to head back into the forest, deciding to first drop her basket of herbs off at home before informing amaterasu of the danger lurking in the forest.

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; 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

mpxyanluo​:

(...) “So, where should I begin?” He muses, a bit flippant as they head towards the restaurant. “The umpteenth installment of the anesthesia series or the fact a doctor told a patient they learned an operation from online videos?”

yanluo escorts her to his car and she gracefully gets inside when he opens the door for her, putting a hand on the one offered just to make use of this brief moment of yanluo’s politeness. he is always polite, of course, at least with her he is, and she appreciates that. in return, she has also always been polite with him, and has respected the boundaries he has kept, because she respects and likes him too much to make him uncomfortable. which is not to say that they’ve become a lot closer already since the start of their acquainting, it has simply taken time for her to move a bit closer to him each time.

at this point, though, she thinks even others would see them and call them friends, though neither of them really care about what others may think of what’s between them; at least that she’s certain of.

when yanluo asks her where he should begin, she looks over at him, relaxing in her seat and turning towards him just a bit more, comfortable in their proximity even now. if allowed, she might even have put her bare feet in his lap, unbothered by the fact that he’s driving, but perhaps they’re not at that level of closeness yet, so she keeps her legs on her own side for now. “i’m not sure,” she replies to his question, grin bright on her features. “both of those sound extremely intriguing. perhaps you can tell me about the latter first and we can leave the anaesthesia series for dessert so i can shamelessly laugh about it after having one too many glasses to drink?”

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hidden danger ;;

mpxyoongi​:

(...) He watched with mild interest as she dug around in her basket, wondering what she was looking for. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but her next words threw him for a loop. “You want me to cover myself in vegetable oil before I go to fight a vicious monster?” He asked in disbelief, although there was a tinge of amusement to his tone. It was such a ridiculous suggestion, he would have thought she was joking if her expression and tone did not indicate otherwise. Well, at least he would be slippery and hard to catch if the monster tried to come at him- literally.

After a moment, he shrugged, pocketing the herbs with a small smile. “Alright, I guess. You’re the expert. Thanks.”

yoongi speaks of osiris too freely for the egyptian god to only be his superior, and airmid almost immediately decides that this, then, must be the young demigod her friend has been going on about lately. truly a great specimen among the demigods, osiris had said, but then osiris would say that about almost anyone she thinks sometimes. still, this one does seem quite capable, which is a thought that lingers only until he eyes her herbs with parts amusement and disbelief.

her expression darkens at his words, but he takes the plant from her anyway, speaking words of gratitude, so she relaxes a little again. “i didn’t say you have to slather yourself in oil until you’re dripping and slippery like an eel,” she says as she’s already gently moving the herbs in her basket around to find another one. “just rub yourself in with the oil, it’ll absorb into your skin and your scent will be blocked. rub your clothes with the herb as well to keep the scent off them too. just the herb for your clothes, not the oil, mind you.”

she pulls out another small handful of herbs and pushes herself up from the ground again as she reaches that out to him. “this one’s to chew on when you go. it’ll clear your mind and make you more alert.” she tilts her head slightly to the side. “but only the leaves, not the stem or the roots, those can be poisonous.” she waits for him to take this plant too before pushing her basket a little better onto her arm. “i’m sure osiris will let me know to be on standby when you go on this little man-eating monster killing expedition. with some luck you won’t have to bear witness to my healing skills. take care of yourself, moon yoongi, detective.” her smile that time is 

[exmpairmid]

이효리

[exmpairmid]

; 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

mpxyanluo​:

(...) He pulls overtime often, but not for tonight at least. He’ll indulge in gourmet eats and good company.

 “Have you been doing well?” It’s genuine, though flat, but Yanluo’s gaze is solid with regard. 

airmid sits draped over the armchair in peaceful quiet while yanluo works, not trying to strike up a conversation because she knows the more focused he can work, the quicker he will get through what he’s got left for the day. and indeed, it doesn’t take all too long anymore before he speaks up again, telling her the details of their dinner plans and then pushing himself up from his chair. she unfolds herself from the couch as well and stands up, walking over to the door in time for yanluo to open it for her.

“i’ve been well,” she agrees simply, waiting for him to close the door behind him before she gently fits her hand in the crook of his elbow, so that he can guide her along if he wishes to, or just so that they can stay connected as they talk and he can use her as an excuse should they come across anyone requiring too much of his attention. she’s hungry, after all, she doesn’t want to have to wait another hour before they can make it to the restaurant.

“i’ve made my rounds in your hospital again, but there weren’t many people around for me to help.” she knows he’ll know she means people who she felt deserved her help rather than people who might need her help. “what about you?” she tilts her head to gaze up at him for a moment, and a gentle smile eases her expression a little then. “it’s been too long since we spent time, i hope you’ll have some good stories to tell.”

[exmpairmid]

sweets ,,

mpxhel​:

(...) She places the paper with the remains of the cupcake back on the box. “My visit has something to do with this…I mean, my ability to taste.” She speaks in steady tones, not at all betraying the nervousness that she was feeling even broaching this subject. She had learned to be at peace with the limitations of her vessel, and all that entailed, but living on the island gave rise to questions. And she was wondering if they could be answered.

airmid breathes out a small smile at hel’s apology.

“i’m pretty sure you didn’t order these just to take to me and share, so there is no need for you to have taken anything into account.” she waves off the apology briefly and smiles softly at her friend. “besides, even if they were made with less sugar, it still wouldn’t be for me. the processed sugars of this day are just not my favourite. they often taste too chemically, like many other things.”

meat, for example. any of the mortal’s processed foods. the best meals she’s had in the last centuries have always been the ones she made herself here on the island, with game she hunted herself and plants she grew herself.

as hel changes the subject to the purpose of her visit, airmid’s curiosity is instantly piqued, and so she takes a sip of her drink before looking over at her friend.

“tell me,” she says. “i will listen without judgement.”