#thecs

[nectaric]

@thecs from here.

harsh laughter bubbled in his throat, bursting from his lips before hades had a chance to bite his tongue. the noise was grating on the ears, foreign to him despite knowing it was his voice who conjured the sound. for a moment, he could only stare at his younger brother in surprise, disbelief scrawled across pale features for more reasons than one.

and then as quick as it had come undone, hades reconstructed his mask with efficiency. his expression became hard, eyes narrowed in disdain. he relaxed his shoulders, and regarded zeus with a harsh stare that could not have given the illusion of discomfort.

"the evidence speaks for itself, zeus. i try, and i try, and i cannot protect anyone." an exaggeration, of course, but when did gods ever deal in exacts? "you seek to comfort me, but the truth is, i always end up hurting those who matter and nothing can ever change--"

the hug came as a greater surprise than his laughter. hades stiffened, rigid as a board, dark eyes blown wide with shock. the mask was gone again, lost as his brain struggled to comprehend exactly what had happened, or why. when he could not come up with anything, hades shuddered in zeus' grasp. "what are you --" hades gasped out weakly, not knowing if he should shove zeus away or return the hug in kind. instead he remained stiff-armed and unmoving, breath coming quicker than he intended.

"i'm not-- this is--" hades floundered like a fish out of water, an unexpected wave of emotion striking him like a punch to the gut. how long had it been since someone had held him like this? why would zeus go out of his way to make him feel better? had he not heard what hades said? did he not realize that he was putting himself in the line of fire? all hades did was disappoint, all he did was hurt those who mattered most because he could not keep his emotions in check, and here zeus was, tempting the worst of them.

a lump formed in hades throat. "you shouldn't... zeus this isn't right. this isn't right, you cannot just say things like this. please, let me go."

and yet hades made no move to pull away, still frozen in spot. everything else his brother said fell on deaf ears. his breath came even more quickly, and the lump grew bigger. "i don't deserve this. i don't, i don't--!"

[revengesworn]

Mikey isn't the type of person to be bewitched by a woman's beauty. He's never understood the appeal of that sort of thing, to be honest, and it never bothered him that he was missing out, either.

But this woman... he doesn't think it's attraction he feels - rather, there's something otherworldly about her. It catches his attention, but more than that, he almost feels as if she isn't even human, like she's something beyond that entirely... the feeling only lasts a brief moment, but it's a bizarre sensation for him.

Then the moment passes, and he's just a kid looking at some random woman again. Still, now that they're looking at each other, he feels he should at least say something.

"Hey! Nice day, isn't it?" ...And then, after a moment. "You know, I've never seen you round here before. There's a lot of gangs in the area. You should be careful."

@thecs ( starter for persephone )

[singofus-a]

@thecs asked: 🫂 - from Erebus for Hypnos

Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them. | Accepting

Hypnos was a little confused for a second, one minute he was happily floating back towards his palace with a new quilt he had commissioned, and then everything was black. It was only a second later that he realised why, that his face was pressed against father and engulfed in his aura...or his robes. Hypnos couldn't tell, but he did begin to yawn - feeling safe and sleepy here.

"Well hi father, what a surprise to see you!" He really hadn't been expecting him nor really knew why he was being hugged, but Hypnos dropped the quilt now to just gently cling to him.

[equescaeli]

@thecs || 𝐿𝐼𝒦𝐸𝒟 for a 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒯𝐸𝑅

Never has it ceased to draw breath from his lungs in wonder: the beauteous sight of shimmering stars 'pon a clear night. No sounds save for the winds tousling parched grass and the canvas of tents, no smell save for nearby fires with semi-translucent smoke raising up towards the heavens. One could be fooled into thinking the edges of the battlefield to be somewhere far more serene - if only eyes were kept up and senses not keen enough to note the distant scent of death or the potent stench of healing salves riding upon the wind.

Though they stared, counting the seemingly endless speckles of stars upon the darkness above, eyes burned with a fatigue that could not easily be sated; but behind eyelids lay seared sights awaiting closure to leap forth, jarring one from attempts of rest.

'T was why he lingered outside so late into the night, tucked around the side of his quarters within the encampment where he'd leaned himself against a crate of supplies in order to seek solace in the wonder of the cosmos. In the very least he can project his dreams and wishes in silent prayer upward and know that they are in good keeping - where no other can listen or pry: little secrets, dainty whispers, in the stars keeping.

So long has his highness been perched outdoors, wondering, thinking, that the cold of the early hours has long crept into his bones and although he began to shiver, not yet did Dion wish to break his silent vigil 'pon the heavens. No - there was still time for a miracle yet, still could the war end by sunrise if a diety so demanded it of them. Wishes, he truly knew deep down, would never come to be, but it is where he chooses to find his comforts that eve - akin to a boy casting his hopes for the future, when he's grown, into the stars as wishes.

An exhaled sigh finally pulls his mind back to the present, the plumes of his breath seen dissipating upward telling of the chilling temperature and 't was such that finally spurred him to think of moving. Mayhap if he tried again, while so far beyond exhausted, he would be able to find sleep not riddled with nightmares or flashes of bloodshed. If only -

A short hum is pulled from his throat, however, at the rather gentle clink of armour stepping behind him, the stepping of boots through the dried grass a tell tale sign he was being approached and yet, just one last time for the eve, does he raise his honeyed gaze to the darkened skies and pray for a better morrow.

"I know - - I ought rest."

[amoriscustos]

@thecs sent : ❝ why do you have that look on your face? ❞

𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘  𝗜𝗦  𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧,  𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗!  barely  able  to  let  out  a  squeak  of  a  sound.  intrusion  wasn't  really  on  her  docket,  hand  to  god.  it's  not  like  minako  knew  the  studio  wasn't  empty  (  𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥  𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘰𝘯  𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦  )  and  while  she  had  half  a  mind  to  turn  back,  curiosity  took  over  at  the  sound  of  muffled,  familiar  music.  a  queek  peek  snowballed  into  stunned  gawking,  gaze  glued  to  yaten's  fluid  movements.  it  was  never  a  secret,  her  talent  (  𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘴  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺  )  but  here,  no  lights,  no  smoke  and  mirrors,  the  silver  haired  idol  truly  dazzled.  a  starlight  all  on  her  own.

...and  she's  still  waiting  for  a  reply.

❝  a-ah,  well..  ❞  oh  god,  she's  slipping,  all  tongue  tied,  all  frazzles,  words  slipping  away  no  matter  how  hard  she's  grasping  at  them.  it's  not  every  day  the  blonde's  left  a  bumbling  mess.  and  that  embarrassment  is  enough  to  wake  up  pesky  laughter,  it  bubbling  up  and  up  until  she's  got  𝘯𝘰  𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦  but  to  let  nerves  out,  one  hand  raising  up  and  landing  behind  her  head  in  the  process,  ❝  i  promise  i'm  not  here  to  spy!  ❞  which  absolutely  sounds  like  that's  exactly  what  she's  here  to  do.  a  couple  of  steps  and  she's  in  the  room,  her  dance  bag  plainly  slung  over  her  shoulder,  ❝  really,  i  just..  i  wanted  to  practice  and  i  didn't  realize  anyone  would  be  here  and  i  heard  your  music.  i  didn't  mean  to  watch,  but  you  know  me.  ❞  grin  is  set  as  her  gaze  drifts  away,  landing  on  a  barre.  𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘆'𝘀  𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘀  𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱  𝗻𝗼𝘄,  hiding  in  her  tone,  ❝  you..  you're  very  good.  i  wish  i  could  dance  like  you.  ❞

ft. kou yaten // random dialogue prompts ( x ) // accepting !

[valiisthea]

❣️ from terence to dion.

Send ❣️ to check my muse's pulse || Always Accepting

@thecs || Dion

There was something almost hypnotizing about allowing Terence to look him over after a rather wild fight on the battlefield. Most specifically, when he came to after calling upon Bahamut. The stress his body would endure during and after the prime and transformation was tiring enough on it's own.

Let alone all of the fighting, both as Bahamut and not, that ensued after.

Eyes softly closed, Dion let out a small hum when he felt Terence's fingers press to the delicate skin of his wrist. His adrenaline was still high, and gentle as Terence's press might've been, Dion could still feel his blood thumping quick against the pads of Terence's fingers.

"I assure you, I am well. I merely require a moment's reprieve." He said after a few seconds of comfortable silence, voice gentle and calm. "Though your concern is, as always, greatly appreciated, Terence."

[saccharic]

@thecs asked: Psyche yawned quietly, before nuzzling into Eros' side. Using his shoulder as a pillow, she'd give a playful grin, while humming. " Nappy time . " cooed out the woman, before allowing her eyes to flutter closed. " Just stay here, rest with me . . "

with the sun casting light on them, laying on a chaise sitting right in front of a large window, it was eros' favorite part of the day. wings curled around them, nothing but their own breaths and voices carrying sounds in the room. the atmosphere was euphoric. "i don't have any thoughts of leaving any time soon," he rumbles out, grabbing strands of psyche's hair and nuzzling into her.

he can't help the hand that plays with her hair, probably lulling her to sleep–yet it's more for him than her. he can't help the breath he takes, deep inhale of just her, her smell, the sweet scent. he can't help the finger that trails down her face, tracing imaginary lines on her delicate features. he can't help the kiss that he plants on her head, tender in its action, and the deep sigh of relaxation that escapes him.

"sleep, my love. we'll lay for a while."

[aetheryic]

@thecs said: Emet Selch dozed off beside hero, Mina - as his eyes blinked slowly. Before the man fell into a complete slumber, his arm wrapped about the hero's waist, as he nuzzled into contently.

she wanted to be annoyed. this insufferable man... a fossil, really, judging his jagged edges and dusty ideals. yet she kept returning to his side, did she not ? the weary bard now slightly curled up, as she oft was when preparing to sleep -- assuming rest ever washed over her. asi'mina adjusted a bit closer to him, letting the warmth of his body radiate like a safer blanket ; a more comfortable presence than the light infused like stained glass. for the moment... just this one, she shoved each and every worry to the side.

you're not strong enough, not brave enough, worthless . . . if the light destroys you, let it be so. perhaps that's what it would always come to, being a hero. mina sighed, wrapping their arm across emet-selch's waist, letting their fingers bunch into the fabric of his robe like a lifeline.

[senshian]

❝ ↪ @thecs requested a starter !! ( for usagi! )

" Not to toot my own horn or anything, but this round of Aino Minako Idol Extraordinaire is going to be absolutely sensational! "

Beaming with pride as the mic in hand is aimed for the sky, a silent prayer that things will go well with her performance later on. " They mentioned the theme is spots and dots and it's going to show in my dress! What do you think? " She twirls, enjoying the way the fabric flows against her legs.

[warpaiint]

⌜ @thecs ⌟ ―― E i v o r . & . R a n d v i ❝ [ TACKLE ] — sender tackles receiver in a hug, possibly knocking receiver to the ground in the process ❞

"Randvi!" A brilliant smile crossed the scarred lips of the Jarlskona as she opened up her arms. She had been gone for some time now, dealing with the events in Ireland with her cousin and Ciara as well. It had been difficult, and one she wished had gone better with the High King. She could only hope that Ciara would find a way, Eivor refused to kill her because she was fighting out of desperation for her people, and that she understood completely.

However, the tackle from her lover surprised her as she gasp with a laugh, her arms wrapping around her as she fell backward and hit the ground. Some of the drengrs around laughed at the two, and Gunnar from the side nearly whooped from the view. However, Eivor's eyes were set on Randvi as she grinned.

"Missed me?" Eivor teased as she pulled her into a hug and pressed her lips up against hers. When it came to Randvi, she had missed her every day and she was happy to be back. It was time to spend some time with her for a few days alone.

[nectaric]

@thecs asked: Hera released a soft as she walked to where she knew her husband was. It had been a long week, and honestly, the woman was simply ready for a nap. So when she spotted him, she took a few seconds to simply gaze at him. He was truly something else. It had been sometimes since they became a couple. Children and years together, her heart ached some. Tilting her head towards the side, she couldn't bring herself to move. The picture he made rooted her into place. This alone brought silence to her mind and made the normal rage in her veins calm. " Zeus . . . " She whispered before slowly making her way over. " May I join you ? "

zeus was no artist. but they had a vision in their head, a very specific pattern for a very specific item of clothing -- one for their fashion line -- and they needed to get it on paper. they had a sketchpad in their lap, scrawling across the paper with a pencil. their brows had furrowed, tongue poking between their teeth.

so focused was zeus that when hera spoke, it startled them. zeus' head snapped up in surprise, dropping the pencil from between their fingers.

"oh! hello, love." zeus said warmly, quickly snapping the sketchbook closed. they set it aside, then held their arms open to hera, beckoning her onto their lap. "of course you may. you seem tired... come rest for a moment."

[unseenking]

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜ (persephone)

          his  chest  tightens  and  his  gaze  becomes  sweeter ,  lighter .  persephone  didn't  know  what  she  meant  to  him  if  this  is  what  she  was  asking .  he  holds  her  hands  between  his  cold  ones ,  despite  the  outside  hostile  vibe ,  hades  had  a  heart  and  one  full  of  love  for  the  goddess  in  front  of  him .    "  what  kind  of  question  is  that ,  of  course  my  love .  "    even  the  stories  told  by  those  that  had  never  met  the  god  held  some  truth  to  them ,  one  fact  that  remained  true  was  how  the  god  would  always  find  it  difficult  to  express  himself  through  words .    "  i  do  not  think  you  know  how  boring  my  life  before  you  was ,  how  deep  into  my  work  i'd  throw  myself  more  often  than  i  care to remember ,  charon  used  to  have  to  remind  me  that  i  did  not  live  in  that  throne ..  you  have  brought  so  much  to  my  life ,  and  i  can  only  hope  you  are  as  happy  as  i  am  with  you ..  "

@thecs

[singofus-a]

@thecs asked: 🫂 from hera to hestia

Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them. | Accepting

Hestia was very well-versed in spontaneous hugs from her siblings. It was one of the ways that they showed love to her - and to one another. Some had mentionned it was probably because of their upbringing in a cramped and dark space, and they were probably right, but it was one of those things she is glad they still have.

She gives Hera a bit of a squeeze as they hug, gently rubbing her back and not even thinking of pulling away. Hera would have to be the one to pull away first.

"Oh, I'm sorry if you get flour on your cheek. I dropped the flour bag earlier and got some on me. I thought I wiped it all off, but just in case."

"Shall we sit together and have tea after this hug?" She asks, wanting to spend more time with Hera if she was free. "We could even invite Dem over."

[twistedtangledfate]

Continued from here with @thecs

Hades didn't know quite what he had expected but Persephone settling in his lap and touching him so tenderly certainly was a surprise. It was something he knew he was going to struggle to get accustomed to. He had been alone so long without the sort of meaningful companionship that she gave him, without any real demand of anything other than what he already held for her, that he didn't quite know how to process it. He had not been without lovers, he was a God after all and King of his own domain, but this was different, she was different.

"I could not stand to see those things leave your eyes, to see your regard for me burned away to nothing." His voice was soft, almost reverential, his eyes conveying the true depth of his emotions. They claimed he was unfeeling but that had never been true. Hades was the opposite in that, sometimes, he felt too much.

When she kissed him, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close and he smiled gently at her, lovingly, because he loved her with every inch of his being. "As I love you my sweet Persephone."

[valiisthea]

“You won’t let me die, right?” from terence ♡

Assorted Medical Starters || Always Accepting

@thecs

"I would sooner die than allow you to do the same." Dion's voice comes panicked but firm, hands seeking out the wounds across Terence's body. He's seen Terence hurt before, but never like this.

Not once ever like this.

One hand presses roughly into a rapidly bleeding gash, and his stomach churns to see how it spills between his fingers as though they're not there at all. It's the worst of the injuries, but there are others.

More than he has hands for. His heart falls to his feet. There is only one thing he can do, and Terence isn't going to like it.

"I need you to trust me, Terence." Dion says ever so tenderly, trying to ignore the sound of Terence's shallow breaths. "Please, I beg you trust me."

It's the only chance they have.

[flamesofrebirths]

@thecs said: A yawn escaped Mid, while she shook her head slowly. The night had been carrying on for what seemed forever, yet she found sleep would not come. Rubbing at her eyes some in frustration, she huffed. However before she could truly think on anything, she spotted an interesting location, and smirked. Quickly making her way towards it, she allowed her body to flop down. Before she knew it...she fell asleep.

Joshua wakes up right in the middle of the night. It happens way too often, but he can't help it. He's always overthinking, always wondering about the next missions and the next fights. He really wants to help Clive. It's their mission, not only his brother's. Now that they're reunited, he plans to make sure it remains this way.

He knows he should probably stay in his bed and try to sleep again, but he decides to go look at the moon and the stars for a short moment, knowing it would probably give him some kind of peace of mind. It's a good thing they could be seen from the Hideaway. However, as he's walking, he notices Mid who fell asleep... in a very bad position. He could let her sleep this way, but her body would hurt on the next morning, and he doesn't want that to happen.

So he approaches softly and gently pats her back. "My apologies, my Lady. You don't seem very comfortable here." Joshua's voice is calm; he doesn't want to disturb her either.