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He sat there in a chair across from his bed covered only by the silence and weight of the darkness of his room. A sliver of moonlight cut through his window, the only source of luminescence as it fell on the naked form of Ollie sleep in his bed. Returned from his last mission that put him up against the force of nature. The tales of the battle told of many who came close to deaths door. Luckily Ollie was spared to which Amant could only thank one person for such a favor. After putting on some pants he made his way to the living room table. Grabbing two crystal stemmed shot glasses and the bottle of rum he kept hidden. A gift from his gran gran that he only used for such occasions.

Amant last extended prayer to his father didn't go as he planned. Far from it. Experiencing death in it's truest form left some scars on the boy he tried to hide from the others. But it is through those scars that he felt more connected to his power than before. To see death first hand in such a profound way. Be it gift or punishment for tapping too deep in a world not meant for the living. It changed him in a way that felt more natural than breathing. Even more than the unnatural death tint to his eyes. He poured the glass for himself another for the empty chair, a drop of blood in each glass before taking a seat.

Raising the glass to the above and then to the below before facing the chair across from him. Death's domain might not be solely held t the heavens after all. "Iku, great father and originator of my power and blood...I, Amant, your dearest and most devote son wish to thank you. For returning those close to me...for sparing them of your gift for another day. May the ones that fell by their blade or power meet you as they transition from the living to dead and bow in your name." His voice filled with both pride and thankful prayer. Sure that many believed their godly parent was why the were still alive. But Amant knew better. No matter what power their parents held over ocean, fire or time itself...death touched all. Ending it with a prayer taught to him by his gran gran. "Kiamaku ni kekere, Kiamaku iku ina, kiamaku iku oro, kiamaku iku ejo, kiamaku sinu omi, Ase." He clicked the glass. "Mo be yin, bi iku ba sunmo itosi kie bami ye ojo iku fun." And downed the shot of rum in his father's honor and prayer.

(Translation from ofo ase: May they not die young, may they not die in fire, may they not die in tragedy, may they not die in shame, may they not die in water. May it be so. I beg you, if Death is coming, help us to avert it.)

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Oh, this one Amant liked. There was a challenge in his reply. One that Iku's son felt honor bound to fulfill. Many had already learned just how magical the nola tongue could be, he was obligated to keep the reputation alive. Only he didn't have to do much to get the new arrival within a safe distance of his tongue's reach. Their hands now bound as dark eyes locked onto the other's gaze. Something drawing him to Kane like it did Ollie. Death's curiosity of wondering how a son of war tasted. "Oh, Kane Bentley of War, you have no idea." Amant didn't release the hand now caged between them. His thumb stroking over the exposed skin while his tongue slide across his lips.

"Where you from anyway? I do like this accent of yours. Might put mines to shame." He came just a bit closer. Bring him in as his eyes parted only for a moment to look to those lips and then returned to the beholder. "I wonder what they'd sound like wrapped together..." His lips brushed the others. A bold gesture in response to one sparked by Kane. It was a gamble, a wager without much stake but a reward none the less. Would Kane bite or just bark?

Kane couldn't help the smirk that crept across his face, the glittering of his gold tooth catching the same sparkle his eyes did. "Maybe ye do. An' ye ain't gettin' me screamin' that easy handsome, unless yer mouth an' tongue is really fuckin' good." He could figure out the others worded implications, and he was happy to make some of his own. Kane knew what he liked, and what he wanted, and he was rarely one to change his mind on that. "Death eh?" Now his interest really was piqued, "see I knew there was somethin' 'bout ye...guess I was feelin' what you were."

Kane stepped closer, their clasped hands now pressed between each others chests. "Y'know, Amant Dubois of Death, this place suddenly seems a lot more interestin'."

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With a shrug his body rested lazily against a nearby fence. "Maybe I just like the sound of my own name. You'll feel special when you've called it out enough. I promise you that." Words could be left to interpretation if the sly curve of his lips did not make that intention so very clear. The length of his arm capable of extending to the other without leaving his post. "Amant Dubois. Sadly no god yet, but my daddy be Iku, god of death." Ah, now it made sense. "War and death...they go hand in hand no? Guess why you feel...familiar."

He chuckled, taking a moment to stare into the others eyes, a strange chill creeping up his back but he did well to hide it. Interesting. "I dunno, ye seem like the sort that's gonna have a few badges of honour, a few accolades under yer belt. An' does Amant always refer to himself like that or am I jus' special?" A sense of humour, that was welcomed, a level of wit to him that made Kane consider he'd give as good as he got. "Kane Bentley," he extended a hand, bruised with busted knuckles, "God of War. Or at least, closest this place is gettin'."

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Now that was an understatement if he ever heard one. A twinkle in the shadows of his dark, death pale eyes as he approached and let them take the stranger in. "Oh, Amant was never one for the scouts. All those badges clash with my style." But there was something about this one, he could feel it. Death might not have been the new arrivals power but the aura he held...like an usher of it. "And who just might you be, mon ami?"

"Can't quite work it out yet, but somethin' 'bout ye screams at me that ye ain't like the rest of 'em here." He took a quick drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke linger around his face before he blew it away. "Can't exactly say yer exudin' the 'boy scout' vibes some of the rest of 'em are."

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"Well you have to come extend an invitation so I thought I would extend my own. Hoping you don't mind the intrusion." Amant walked in and placed a kiss on the top of Riah's head. It would've gone on his cheek or forehead normally but the face mask hindered that. Unable to help but be affectionate towards those he knew so...intimately. The honey bee had become someone special to Amant in that way and he did hope that was known. He looked to the items in his hand as if he was surprised to have them. "Now would you look at that? I guess if it keeps that smile on that pretty little face than they are yours." Handing the flower to Riah before going to put the bottle somewhere in the kitchen.

"Nice place you have here..." Removing his coat and putting it over a nearby chair. "...should've come by soon. But after that last mission I just wanted to check in and see how you were handling things." With a smile he pointed to Riah's face. "A little self care therapy?"

               𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, zachariah immediately went for a quick shower. he didn't want to smell like literal death. he didn't like the smell of rot that was burned in his nose. everything he did, he still had that faint scent. he even tried to use his little humidifier with some scented oil to try to get the stench off. he knew eventually it would be. at least they didn't end up staying there longer. and the fact that they managed to all survive, he was glad for it.

riah was in the middle of relaxing, a face mask sitting comfortably on his face when he heard his voice. he smiled when he recognized it immediately. so he made his way over to the the door and opened it to see the other. " hey, " he smiled. " fancy seeing you around here. " he stepped aside, letting the other walk in. he noticed the bottle of wine and the flowers and he chuckled. " those for me? "

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"You could say that." Being raised in such a religious and often conflicting dynamic was an experience he was sure many understood. Especially growing up in place like his hometown where the mystical and practical practices were equal. Just as many people believing in the old ways, in the gods that watched over us before the shackles were put on our feet and dragged us from our home. But the people who held faith in the gods of the new world were just as strong in numbers and Amant was caught in between. "Mama and Gran Gran never saw eye to eye and the conflict between them ran long before I was a seed shot from my daddy sack. But I've found ways to mend that bridge as best I can." Because Amant a had foot of faith in both the mystical and practical. Who better than he to bridge two worlds together? The sudden change of subject had not gone a noticed. It was almost offensive how unaware Ollie was to how Amant's focus was on him. Catching every flick or tick of his face. "Feel like you're trying to hide something from Amant..."

A hand went to snake around Ollie and pulled him closer, forcing his chin to lift a bit to keep eyes with Amant. Dark eyes that were warm and inviting but shifted a bit darker at the statement. His other hand taking a firm but gentle grip of Ollie's chin. "Now I do love that sense of humor of yours...but if you should ever meet my Gran Gran I beg you not make such slights on her practice. My protection over you only goes so far." There might be some degree of cautious warnings and underline threat in his tone. Amant was very protective of Ollie and not so much offended by his jest. But knowing it would not fly when it came to Gran Gran Josephine.

Hand releasing Ollie's chin found way to his back. Both hands slipping under Ollie's shirt to stroke the bare skin above his waistband. The two looked very comfortable in each others arms this way. Covered by thin layers of shadows caused by the setting sun but on full view for those that passed by. Amant did not care. He was not one to lay claim on another but he felt something stir at the thought of people seeing Ollie in his arms. Letting them know even if the fawn was free he still had someone watching over him. "To be fair I never thought of what comes after. Better to let that be surprise I don't worry my head over. But now? With geckos taking our bodies and feeding creatures I fear the afterlife might not be as comforting as i would hope..." Amant looked away as if he heard something. Echos of Thor's death playing tricks on his mind as it did on occasion. He seemed to just stare away into space in silence.

"Sounds like a magical life you got raised in." Ollie began to say, walking besides the other half god. He didn't know if he did well to hide it, but Ollie wanted him. A piece within himself was always eager to melt under his touch, so easily lead by Amant's fingers, his body obeying and marching to whichever direction they pointed to. Ollie wanted him, wanted him worshipped. Perhaps after this thing with his father, the son of Freyr would be able to from the comfort of his lodges. Though an ache within Ollie not caused by the son of Iku was still felt. "Back in No Place, there wasn't a bunch of magic to believe in. Though, I suppose it didn't stop me from believing in stuff like trolls and faerie rings, red strings, stuff like that." There was a pause at the mention of red string from the son of Freyr before he redirects their conversation.

"Ah. Voodoo." Ollie nods at the mention of the practice being linked to his family. There was a sort of innate wonder with the fantastical within the son of Freyr, no matter the obscurity or apparent taboo other realms of mysticism held. Ollie seemed drawn to it all. "Would that mean I'd have to stop eating red sauced foods around you now, I wonder? Or is it white sauced foods, since… you know?" Ollie asks in jest, hoping Amant wouldn't mind the mention of certain superstitions regarding voodoo and food. Ollie didn't think anything of superstitions of course, knowing full well he's swallowed more than his fair share of Amant's "white sauce". Yet, the son of Freyr wouldn't have minded being spiritually influenced to be with the taller man.

Perhaps it was a subconscious excuse from within Ollie to not reach the statue of Freyr? Or at the very least not approach it on his own. He holds to take Amant's hand in his, keeping the son of Iku's touch against his face as Ollie's listens to his words. He knew Amant was a poet with words much like himself, though to hear the care and concern the son of Iku had for him, it was heartwarming for the son of Freyr. Ollie couldn't help to brush his nectar stained lips against Amant's. "Good thing for you. Parents tend to like me." Ollie chimes, his hand smoothing itself across Amant's chest and torso. A playful grin growing against his lips before he places a lingering kiss onto the half god's cheek. "But I'll make sure there's decades between our meeting." He tries to reassure him. "I'll try… for you."

"You ever think about what that means for people like us?" Ollie begins to say, the tread of his steps getting slower as they continued their walk. "D… Meeting parents like yours?"

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This in fact was very much a way to rob the new guy blind. All in good fun as Snow had been the one to spark the challenge. Just unaware there was a pro stepping up to the plate. "We'll be sure to find some lovely nymph to take home with you to nurse you better tomorrow, yeah?" Ever the gentleman and wingman Amant could rob Snow's pockets but still ensure he had a good night or early morning. One drink downed with ease he tapped the bar for a refill.

Dark eyes reflecting his smile at the question. "No, this is new. It happened after I attempted to gain power not meant for me." He tried to tap into the spirits through his father's blood and was rejected in a sense. Gaining something he did not ask for and the ordeal being more than his body and mind could bare. "It happened after I experienced Thor's shared murder. The price of touching death before your time I guess." It was enlightening and oddly comforting but that could be cracks of his psyche telling him otherwise.

"Truth be I never heard a word from him. I got a blessing and felt his presence when I prayed...he gave me power.." Clicking the side of his glass with his nail to create an echo like his bells. "...and I just felt closer to God than I have ever felt before." He stared the glass for an unsettling amount time of his mind drifted away with the sound of the glasses ring, before he snapped back into place like no time had passed. "What about you? No come to Jesus moment with your god folk?"

Amant's voice dripped with a unique accent that was nearly foreign to the Brooklyn native. Part of his curiosity was resolved the moment Amant mentioned NOLA. Snow wondered if getting drunk as they hoped would make his ears more receptive or entirely dumb to the cadence. Only one way to find out.

"'getting hammered off magical booze. Tomorrow's gonna suck." He laughed while touching his pockets. Gold drachmae, coins were an interesting new weight to carry. Last he counted, there should be enough to make good on this wager. He only hoped this wasn't Amant's way of robbing a new guy blind. Snow had made that mistake before on his travels, but that had been some years ago.

"You've always had... eyes like that?" At Amant's openness, Snow bit, the question at the forefront of his mind rather than mythological mind-fucks. Though perhaps the latter should be. "'almost sounds like you know him, with the way you talk. I really thought being a half-god would spare me from the inevitable. 'not that I minded the idea of moving on eventually so much before."

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It was hard. Well, Amant was also a bit hard in that moment. Ollie was becoming something of a drug for him. Wanting to spend hours, watching the sun rise and fell from the sky, laid against the naked body of him. To cover that pale skin in sweat, love marks and cum. Use his body as a canvas for all of Amant's sins and desires. Even now as they walked side by side he wanted nothing more than to strip him down and be inside of him. Put on a show for all that passed by to witness how beautiful Ollie looked impaled by his cock at either end. See those lips slide across his...fuck, he needed to focus. He needed to pull back and clear his head. But like any addict that was harder to do with each hit of him. But no, Ollie needed more than his cock right now. He needed support in something Amant could offer him.

"The way I was raised I've been surrounded by gods and death my whole life." They were pretty close to the shrines but he stopped and pulled them to the side. Turning Ollie to face him while Amant rested his back against the wall. Sucking the last bit of fruit from the peach's seed before finding somewhere to toss it. "My mama's family owes a funeral home, my step father is a preacher of his own church and my gran gran...well, she's a little on the side of the swamp from them. She practices voodoo or the old ways." Hoping such a thing wouldn't scare away Ollie as it had a few others. Amant was well known in his home but his ties to Mama Josephine caused many to avoid him. In fear of ever crossing her path for wronging her grandson. "This..." He waved to the mystical world around him. "...is still new to me but my eyes were open a long time ago to things people fear and keep to shadows."

Fingers strokes against Ollie's cheek. Hard not to touch him whenever he was close. "It can be scary going to the gods. I personally prefer speaking to them my way and not knelt before some statue. But...you have to make that step. On your own time. Know that the blessing of your father can be a great power to have. With all that's going on...I want you to be as prepared as any. I'd rather you never have to come face to face with my father...if you get my drift." Amant was accepting of death and the beauty of it's celebration. But there was something haunting in the back of Ollie's gaze that made him fear the day those eyes no longer shined for him. "Don't get me wrong you are divine creature all your own with or without your daddy's say so. Amant has no doubt you'll accomplish great things, mon petit faon."

"There might be some debate on who exactly is kidnapping who." Ollie couldn't help but chuckle against Amant's chest as his arm was repositioned and in turn brought closer to the son of Iku. The ever present smile when around Amant pressing itself into him as he walked besides the other half god in close proximity. He didn't mean for it, but being so close in both proximity and familiarity, Ollie couldn't help but take in the other's natural scent. He would have more restraint in his action had Amant not started their quote unquote "innocent" walk through the woods. However, Ollie was sure he couldn't have held himself back if his life depended on it. He was so intrigued how the two seemed to meld together perfectly. A weight of equal measure on different sides to a scale. One of feathers and one of bones, both in perfect balance when together. Ollie takes his free hand and wraps it around Amant's hips as they continue across the path to the temple summit, his soft smile moving across Amant's shirt as the son of Freyr looks up at him. "But I would enjoy a trip to New Orleans. I'm sure I could earn a few beads around my neck from you. Maybe even a pearl necklace."

"Defile? I'm pretty sure what we did last time doesn't count as defiling. Blasphemous? Definitely. Might have to get on my knees later on to repent. Worshipping of idols, it's a pretty serious sin." Ollie sighs softly against Amant's chest. He hadn't thought about what it meant to find a dance partner he got along this well with while staying at the ark. The son of Freyr had signed up for war in a sense, there wasn't much imagination to what would happen in Ollie's mind after answering such a call. Knowing what he knew now about the world, about monsters and mischief, darkness and dragons, Ollie wondered what would happen if he hadn't traveled to the ark. Would he have met Amant later in life; perhaps in his last moments? Would he still feel that pull towards the half god that he felt now? Would it always?

He takes a bite from the peach Amant shares. His thoughts about what would be and what wouldn't exiting him through another breath against the half god's chest.

"I haven't talked much with him." He begins to say a bit nervously. "Haven't really tried to since I got here. Not because I haven't been wanting to, I have just… Well, I guess you can say I've been enjoying my time on the island just fine without. That probably makes me sound like a prick, but I have been wanting to. Don't want to admit it, but it's made me a bit nervous. Giant beetles are one thing, gods that are meant to be your ma and pa, well… I think you understand what I'm going on about, yeah?" He chuckles nervously, his arms beginning to part from Amant's side, the hand behind his back searching to intertwine their fingers together.

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That had to be the worst experience Amant had at a Summer Camp. It was the thing of nightmares and tales of horror. So much blood...the air of death as thick as the heat. Amant had been uneasy the entire time while on the camp grounds even if he maintained his smile and charming flare. The bugs he could manage (wasn't the first he swallowed), even the air of death felt more comforting to him after experiencing it himself first hand. Still there were bad tides at the hand of whatever put those horrid events in motion. And while they put down the puppet of this evil the one pulling the strings was still out there. It had even him cautious of things lurking in the shadows.

Knowing how it was effecting him he had a sense it would be just as heavy if not more for others. He'd seen the way it weighed on Zachariah during the mission and wanted to come check on him. They had not spent as much time together since their 'frolic' through the woods but he did consider them close. At least to him but he needed to maintain his presence to let the little bee know he was there if needed. With a gentleman's knock at the door he stood back. Hoping to catch the other home. Raised better than to come empty handed, he held a bottle of red wine with notes of honey and spiced with cinnamon in one hand and flowers in the other. "Zachariah, you in?"

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It pained him in a way. Never one to shy from his sins but embrace them yet he would ask for forgiveness this day. For the way he was about to ruin this pretty little thing with his greedy cock. Their eyes never broke as he stared into that jeweled gaze, hissing once his he made the first breach. Amant pushed himself in as he was guided and didn't stop until he Ollie's ring was half on his cock. Slow as he dragged his hips back feeling ever ridge and pull of Ollie's hole. He stopped keeping the tip inside of him and eased in a little deeper. Working back and forth, inch by inch, the hiss on his tongue turning into a growl in his chest. As something darker than the southern gentleman awoke inside of him.

"Beau...beau...beau..." Forehead pressing into Ollie. Toes gripping the floor and hand gripping the wall as he maintained keeping his partner in the air. Ollie was safe in his arms even if he was about to be at the mercy of Amant's darker desires. "Ouvre-moi pour moi faon...oui...oui...c'est ça...bon garçon." A rewarding kiss for each inch more Ollie took of him. Slow paced until his cock was as buried deep into Ollie's hole as he had been in his mouth. But the next slow stride out was not as slow coming back in. Once he bridged the tight opening to the full length of him he pulled back only to slam in. Like a he was testing the keys of the piano. He drew in lines at different angles till he found the note of Ollie's song. "Oui..." There it was. That bull of nerves flicked against his cock. "...chanter pour Amant."

Resting Ollie's back against the door while one hand shifted to grip his neck. Left hand around the side of the neck gripping the back with four fingers while his thumb pressed into Ollie's chin. The right hand going to the back of Ollie's left leg, gripping him as he held him at a perfect angle. "Chanter..." He hissed in command. Hips slamming into Ollie creating an echoed beat of bodies clashing through his home. The slapping of his balls creating the tempo of his 'bow'. Ollie his violin now as his the tip of his cock bowed against Ollie's prostate like a set of strings. His breaths becoming unsteady and frantic as he lost himself in the music they made. Wanting to hear the heights of Ollie's pleasure fill his home like a symphony heard for the first time. Drums...violins...pianos...a songtress...Amant could hear it all and he became a slave to it. Driven mad by the warm slick of Ollie's hole and moans of sweet music he made.

Keeping his eyes directly onto Amant's, Ollie continued to bob his head up and down his shaft. Using his tongue to push against the underside of Amant's cock, feeling at the large vein running under the son of Iku's wide cock. Ollie savors the taste of his shepherd's dick, the large head seemingly pulling even more hums and moans around Amant's thickness, only broken when Ollie swallows Amant's fresh taste down his throat. He continues to push his head closer towards Amant's crotch, Ollie's need to be filled by the son of Iku in not just one sense, but all. Already tasting him against his tongue, Ollie now needed him pressed against his nose for him to inhale.

He figures what would become of his throat without the half god resilience Ollie possessed. Would he have been reaped by the very man he desired? And he might get taken by Amant in more ways than one. Even now as a half god, the son of Freyr was having trouble keeping his lips to stay around Amant's base, to keep his nose pressed against Amant's navel to breath him in. Would he go to Valhalla for braving such a task? Would be allowed to enter when displaying such surrender towards the son of of Iku's touch and tug? The tap and bounce of his own cock could be heard against the bathroom tiled floor, springing itself to life with a thick thread of arousal connecting to head to the small puddle of precum. His arousal getting more prominent with each second Amant's taste made a home across his tongue and throat.

Ollie give a low whimper as he's separated from the source of Amant's taste, though he wasted no time, scrambling a hand behind himself to take a hold of Amant's slicked up size. There was a smirk Ollie couldn't bother hiding on his lips as he gave the son of Iku a few more strokes, or rather help Amant stroke himself. Ollie was enjoying how the other half god was basically fucking himself into his hand. He gives him a teasing squeeze before following up on Amant's command. Feeling the head of Amant's cock catch and release itself clumsily around the son of Freyr's hole. While Ollie appreciated a brief hello and goodbye as much as the next guy, the son of Freyr was afraid he needed a bit more than a couple seconds of connection to fulfill his desires with Amant.

Ollie's strong arms keep a firm hold across Amant's shoulders, helping in keeping their bodies together, keeping their kiss connected, and soon in enjoying their bodies connecting together. The son of Freyr lines Amant's cock against his hole before feeling the son of Iku pushing his hips into him once more. Ollie's free hand joins the other in holding onto Amant's shoulders, the perfect hand placement for a couple of dancers in the middle of a lift. His eyes continue to look into Amant's, ready for whatever tours en l'air his dance partner had in store for him.

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Amant raised his free hand as a sign of 'I come in peace'. A face of concern that quickly twisted into something more wicked. "Now see I only came here in peace to offer company...but if you wish to challenge a nola boy to a drinking contest that's your funeral, mon ami." Taking his seat with his glass on the bar and his body swung towards his company. Given the way Amant was drinking from the glass he would need a refill soon enough. "How about we start a tab? And whoever taps out pays the bill?" If they were going to make a sport of it then they needed some sort of reward, no?

It was clear Snow had something on his mind but tried to shift the conversation to pleasantries. Amant shaking his head, "Don't fret, Amant is a big boy. If you want to know about my vision or my brush with death ask away. My daddy is the death god and all." Was the strength of his will or signs of a cracked psyche that made Amant so at ease with his experienced. There was a good chance it was melding of the two. "Unless you be too shy to ask..." A challenge on his tongue as he took another drink.

There was no better place to socialize than a local bar. His rule like gospel held true even here at the Ark. Snow figured these warrior half-gods deserved to drink more than mortal regulars in picturesque European villages or rowdy city hubs. Yet, a familiar calm and casual energy still channeled through Fate's Oasis. No matter where Snow ended up, that sensation always felt akin to home. Like the constant stars.

"You're just my first victim." Snow joked in return while nodding at the seat beside him. "Keep it warm for the next."

Admittedly, Amant's silvery cold eyes appeared haunting, yet the star child was far more taken with the soul beyond that gaze. Through text, in that room of vines, and now here Amant seemed to be open to letting others in. Into his mind--or these terrible experiences at least.

"I did say I'd buy you a drink. What you shared in that group chat, just... damn. 'sure we can find something more pleasant to talk about." He finished sarcastically.

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If Amant hadn't been told of Ollie's demigod status he would've assumed he was some sort of mythical creature. Or maybe Amant was just smitten. Such a new experience that it could only be way of mystical nature that had him twisted so. Ollie, the demigod of life, the glowing essence of his 'father' running through his blood. He was the light clash against the darkness of Amant's father's gift of death. And yet the pair always swayed together like a dance, in the field of battle or comfort of their beds. Even their gaze that remained unbroken was contrast from one to the other. Ollie's eyes pure jewels illuminated by the light of life while Amant's eye reflected the pale darkness of the dead. But even the darkest soul craved the light. Much like the light...or Ollie for that matter craved for the darkness to be inside him again.

He mused to his own thoughts while taking the arm that reached for his shoulder and reposition it. Holding the fruit in the hold of his lips he took Ollie's arm to wrap round his waist while Amant pulled the smaller body closer to him, his longer arm wrapped around Ollie's shoulder. It just was a better fit for their walk. As Amant had planned to follow without invitation. He took the peach from the hold of his mouth with his hand returning it to Ollie's lips. Holding it for him to bite. Amant's hand passing it back and further for each to taste. "Sorry....I think when I went asking about your parent someone might've confused Freyr with Freya..." his thick accent being a problem as both names still sounded the same as he tried to differentiate them.

"Never been to England but a town called No Place? Now that sounds a visit for the books. You'll have to let me kidnap you for a week when Mardi Gras comes back around." Eager to explore Ollie's word as much as show his own. "I'll probably have more luck meeting your moms. Fathers never seem to care for me....always think I'm going to defile their child." When in most cases, including Ollie, the defiling has already occurred before meeting the folks.

There was a glimmer of mischief in Ollie's eyes as Amant made his presence known to him. The same thoughts of laying with the son of Iku at the very spot he stood, dealing in shadows within the shadows, it was a stubborn image to shake off. Though of course, with the two half gods being who they were, Ollie didn't expect their sudden meet in the woods to be fully innocent. His lips continue to hold that mischievous smile as Amant's tongue cleaned him. He bit his his own lip as he watched the son of Iku take a bite of his fruit. There was something to be said about the amount of times Ollie's bitten his own lip while Amant sunk his teeth into something belonging to him. For him to say something about it now, however, Ollie was sure would lead to the two joining their shadows into the dark depths of the forest. Perhaps to never be seen again, or at least walked in on by someone else.

"To my father, actually. I'd have fly back to England to pay my respects to my mother if that were the case." Ollie corrects him, his own hand coming up to clean himself from the fruit's stray nectar, his eyes never leaving Amant's. He wanted to suggest the two continue their conversation at his lodgings, demonstrate a bit of kneeling of his own to the son of Iku, but the conversation about their parents shifted Ollie's priorities. He still had to pay his respects after all. "Maybe after we're done here, I can take you to see my mother."

"Visiting a little town called 'No Place' seems like something you would like." Ollie brings an arm across Amant's shoulder, just the one since the son of Freyr's height didn't exactly lend Ollie the reach to do so. He didn't mind it though, it got them walking along the temple path just fine.

[graveyardgason]

@yourfirstsnow Location: Fate's Oasis

Amant had entered the local bar for a few of these specialty drinks he'd heard so much about. Giving his personal bar at home a night off it would be good to get some fresh air. Finding himself more at comfort in the privacy of his own shadows these days. As he came to take a seat, knocking at the bar to grab the attention of the tender, his dark pale eyes caught sight of another party drinking alone. Seeing Snow in passing and on missions they had yet to exchange words. Other than a curiosity of visions through texts. After ordering whatever had the most rum in it he moved his glass down to take a seat beside the other. "Drinking alone? Now that's no fun. Care for someone company?"

[graveyardgason]

Amant's lips curved into as smile against Riah's ring. As the other tossed his 'interesting' right back. Cheeky little bee, he wondered what thoughts tossed in that head at his answer. "But in truth we are all sinners. Some too shunned to enjoy what others deem wicked." They pair having an intellectual conversation of the arts while Amant continued to bury his face and tongue deeper between those cheeks. Unsure if it was the taste of him or sound of Riah's song that made Amant's cock swell so in his pants. Begging to be freed but denied as Amant's starved tongue swirled and pushed. Was this natural? For someone to taste as if honey dripped from every pore? Or was this just the new heights of pleasure with divine sons?

When the greed became too much Amant pulled back and stood. Dropping his pants to let his throbbing member swing into the air before taking the play where is face once rested. Slipping against the wet divide he coated with his tongue. It appeared though others had left the show earlier, stopping and peering into shadows at what they thought were moans. Amant caught them and laid a hand over Riah's lips to muffle his song. The cover of night hiding them from sight. But he didn't stop what he intended. The thick head of his cock pushing into that slick ring while his free hand took hold of Riah's hardening. He spit with accuracy as it landed on hand and Riah's dick. Starting to stroke him from the front while pushing in from the back. His lips against Riah's ear. "How would feel if they could see you like this? Having your sins exposed to the world..." The cover of mouth, stroking of cock and plugging of hole might make the question difficult to answer. As any sound might expose them both.

riah closed his eyes when he felt that tongue on him, his touch. " i see, well do go on, " zachariah responded with a soft moan. he sure enjoyed every bit of this moment he was having with amant. in actuality, riah had desired a bit of touch, since it had been awhile since he had felt this intimacy with anyone. and amant was a man riah couldn't help but look away, especially during quests. he may not have known a lot about him, but this was some fun he was ready of having.

" hope you like it sweet. " riah bit his lower lip, looking over at him when he spoke. " i see it more of the dangers of hysteria. but the significance of honor and integrity, and if one would keep it no matter what. others might even say, female empowerment. men have been in charge for so long, these women were probably tired of it. " he chuckled. " the imposter, interesting. " riah moaned softly again when he felt that tongue. he could feel himself getting hard from the feeling and his breath becoming heavy as the other didn't stop. " an unfortunate sinner full of iniquity. "

[graveyardgason]

It wasn't his intention to stalk the other. Amant had found himself in the shadows reading a book of poetry for his time of leisure. The life of the party finding more comfort in the dark than he once felt under the bright lights of the Amphitheater. Not that he didn't still love to put on a show and be the center of a party, just finding a new need to be away from others. Though the balance was shifting by the day. His focus were on the pages when he felt it...that sense of life. A light in the dark that only he could see. Attention taken from his pages he followed the light already knowing the source. Dark, pale eyes followed Ollie as he sucked his lips against the sweet nectar, dripping from his mouth. Staying hidden until it seemed he was not the only one that could sense the other.

His pearly white smile the only showing of him in the cover of shadows like a Cheshire Cat. Ollie tempting him into the light while every urge in him wished to pull the other into the dark and ravish him. But he followed to the call of the extended hand. Stuffing the book into the back of his waistband. He wondered if Ollie knew he was there all along, tempting him with his messy eating. "You missed a spot..." The brush of his knuckle pushing Ollie's chin up as Amant came in a licked the sticky sweet stain from his fawn's neck. Ending with sucking on what remained from his lips. Acting as if the gesture was as causal as any other. His free hand tried to sneakingly take the fruit from Oliie but his fingers fumbled against the holder. Still able to take it into his hand and take a bite for himself. "Oui...though I tend to do most of my prayer in the privacy of my home. Is that where you are headed? To pay respect to your mother?"

For the Son of Iku || @graveyardgason Location: Forest/Temple Path 👉👈

Sweet nectar trailed down the corner of Ollie's mouth as he took a bite from a peach. He was walking through the temple path near the island's forest, admiring the many statues of the different gods and goddesses along the path towards the mountain summit. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, the fruits nectar nearly making its way down Ollie's neck and collecting between his collar bone. Finishing the fruit, Ollie finds himself close to a stream of water. Deciding to wash his hands in the stream, Ollie couldn't help the feeling of being watched. A knowing smiles grows on Ollie's lips. "I can tell you're there, Monsieur Dubois."

"You should know you're no bother, you company is always a welcomed one, Amant." The gait of the son of Freyr was boastful and full of swagger and as he saunters closer to the son of Iku. The shorter half god stepping with confidence into the shadowy canopy of the forest with an inviting hand towards Amant. It takes some resisting to not bring Amant's hand to his lips, but Ollie manages. What he does instead is motion to the temple path nearby. He takes a couple steps closer to Amant, partly to be closer to the other half god, but to also step away from the view of the temple path. The statues of the Arkies' parents in view. "Have you found the one belonging to your parent?"