A little war never hurt anyone

Of sorrow & love ; Ahumid

airmidxmp:

It was sad, leaning to ridiculous the fact Airmid was before him, while he was unconscious. How weak would she be that she would only be able to speak her heart out while knowing he wasn’t listening to her. It felt easier to go through, the thought that he would never believe her after what she did. And facing him to be called a liar or ignored was something the goddess couldn’t afford to deal with, her emotional balance was walking on a thin line. So was he, she believed.

Keeping herself on the chair, she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her hand supporting her chin, Airmid sighed while scanning his relaxed face. He had a much more soft breathing than when she left to work, signing her that Ahulane was having a good recovery. Within seconds, Airmid saw herself reaching with her hand to stroke his hair but she hesitated and the god moved, making Airmid step back further away.

“In centuries, there were thousand of faces… Thousands of possible moments someone could say it was love and comfort. For me, love is not about comfort. It is about excitement, expectation, warmth, adventure, failure, courage, challenge… And the only face that made feel, made me go through all of those… it was you. I guess that, all of this time I was lying to myself more than I ever did with you… After I left Scotland, I swore to myself I would never be connected with any sort of violence…”

She started to walk around the room endlessly, gaze travelling between him and her hands gesturing towards the plants and giving them life. “I couldn’t understand of why your presence had such impact into my life. When I was with you, I wished to only make you smile. When I was without you, I felt incomplete. Yet I never showed, because a part of me couldn’t hold on to you.”

Walking now to him, Airmid glanced upon the place where before it was a big, deep cut. There was a scar that, with time would vanish. “I love you Ahulane. I never said this to anyone. No one was worth of this words except you. I’ve said it in my mind countless times through the years. But I never had bravery to accept it. And I will keep loving you.” Leaning closer to him Airmid carefully placed a soft kiss in his forehead, one of her tears sliding from her skin to his. “Even if it means I will never have your love again.” Her voice showed her state of crying, sobbing through the words as she stepped away from him.

Ahulane honestly had no idea how to react. This was the same woman who had no problem stomping over his heart just a few days ago. He gets a bit injured, and she starts to freak out. He really wanted to hold onto this words as if they were true, but there was so many emotions probably going through her mind right now that he doubted that she was thinking logically.

He believed that Airmid cared for him. Even if she didn’t truly love him, they had spent centuries together off and on. So no matter what, he was someone she cared about to an extent. So, he expected worry and some distress from her. Though the words that kept leaving her lips were almost fatal to him.

Ahulane slowly and carefully sat up after she kisses his forehead, grimacing as he did so. This was worst than when he did P90x. Strong arms grab her, and he pulls her into his chest. He wants to scorn her for her words, no matter the fact that he loved what she sad. However, this was the woman he loved. He couldn’t stomach seeing her sob like this.

Lovingly, he tilts her head upward so he may clean the tears that littered his cheeks. “I don’t know if I can trust your words.” He quietly admits to her. After she had threw his heart on the ground during their last meeting, it was an honest reaction. However, he was a greedy man, and his heart begged for him to accept it. He had been so lost without her on his own, and just holding her in his arms like he was now, it was a very brief form of relief.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he decided that he would allow himself to become her fool once more. Maybe, truth actually laid in her words, and it would be the end of their fighting. However if not, he would learn that he could not trust her ever again. “You know I love you, darling. I always will, but unless you can accept me for being me, I don’t know if can even give your words the time of day.” He kept close, trying to control his own self.

“Do you really love me, Airmid? Violence and all? If so, maybe, we need a redo.”

#osl #airmidxmp #ahumid

exmpxyoongi

TLC | Yoongi & Ahulane

mpxyoongi:

Yoongi rolled his eyes, resting his head on his father’s shoulder. “I’m no hero,” he muttered, scoffing at the thought. “Uh… yeah, I guess that might be a good idea. Normally he wouldn’t accept such a suggestion, but Ahulane was one of the only people who he thought he might actually learn something from. “Oh, you are? So we’re both unemployed bums now?”

He shrugged, opening the M&Ms and beginning to munch on them. “I mean, maybe. You seem like the type of sentimental idiot who might like The Notebook or something like that.” He scowled when Ahulane pinched his cheek, swatting his hand away. “Fair enough, I guess…” He considered the movies for a moment, and then handed one to Ahulane. “You know what? Lets watch Zodiac.”

Ahulane reaches a hand to ruffle his son’s hair as the other leans on his shoulder. “I think that sounds heroic to me. Give yourself some credit.” He chuckles before he rest his head against Yoongi’s head. “We will start training when you are all healed up. Until then, you can rest.” He teases softly, laughing softly before popping an m&m in his mouth.

“For now, I guess. However, we will see how long it lasts. I get bored easily.”

Ahulane leaves his son’s side for a second to pop in the disc and grab the remote. “I only watch them because Airmid makes me. Don’t agree to watching movies with her. They will put you to sleep.” He gripes as he settles back beside his son, gently forcing the others head so they could cuddle like they were just seconds before he put the movie on.

#tlc #mpxyoongi

Closer \\ Ahufam

mpxyoongi:

Yoongi did not resist when Ahulane grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug, mostly because he knew that, even injured, his dad was way stronger than him; and, well, he also didn’t want to hurt him anymore. But of course, he did not hug him back, either. He did not want to encourage this ‘physical affection’ thing.

“You’re calling me stupid?” That was a real joke, in his opinion. A small, bitter voice in his head pointed out that it was a little late for Ahulane to suddenly start wanting to protect him now, and that he could have used the help more when he was younger, but he tried to ignore that voice. “No, you really don’t have to protect me. And I’m not little,” he added with a small huff, rolling his eyes.

He could only hold eye contact with his father for a moment before he looked down and away, clearly not believing anything Ahulane was saying. “Now who’s being stupid? I’m not worth anything.”

Ahulane’s arms kept a strong hold on the other male. His little emo rain cloud was hurting so much, and he couldn’t stand it. Ahulane was a huge goof, but he loved his child. He had made a huge error in not staying with him throughout his life, and he was trying his hardest to make up for it. The issue just laid in that he wasn’t good at this stuff.

“Yoongi, I am calling you stupid.” He sighs in frustration, and he wraps the child tighter in his hold. “You are worth a lot to me. The world.” A hand reaches up to stroke his cheek as he snuggles into him. “It was the biggest mistake on my part to leave you as a child. Not to change you from who you are now. I love you as you are. I just wish I could have been there for you through everything.”

Ahulane moves a little, masking the pain on his face by putting his chin on the other’s head. “Stop beating yourself up. What’s it going to to do?” He asks the other as he sighs out. Ahulane wasn’t good at sharing his emotion, but it has all accumulated into this. “You think you are not worth anything for killing a few people? Soldiers kill people every day, and people give them holidays.” He looks down at him. “I love you, you punk. And clearly, I’d give my life for you. So when I say you are worth it, if anything, you are worth it to me.”

[sms: Princess Leia] Finally, a sight of my hotel bed. I've arrived safely babe ♥ For today I will simply enjoy the sight of the city. Tomorrow I'll go look for my family... Wish me luck ♥

[sms: boo bear] Alright babe. I’m glad you made it. ♥♥♥

[sms: boo bear] Don’t stay up too late thinking about me.

[sms: boo bear] Good luck, love. Take care and I love you!

#airmidxmp

Of sorrow & love ; Ahumid

@ahulanexmp

Early September.

It haunted her. The feel of guilt never ceased to imprisoned her mind and it got only greater with the presence of a deeply wounded Ahulane on her floor. Every second had been crucial for her to help him and her state of mind made it all much more harder to go through with. It was true she had healed him but the blood loss he suffered, plus probably the charge of emotional drain he had suffered (because of her) made Ahulane enable to recover as quickly as supposed. Or so she thought. The morning after came bright, but Airmid couldn’t enjoy the ray of sunshine as she had no sleep whatsoever.

The morning passed fast enough, Airmid managed to distract herself with the house chores. She would check on Ahulane just to be sure he was fine. A phone call and the goddess saw herself forced to leave the house, not dropping a tray with food at his room in case he would wake up. “Take care of him.” She said to Cynwrig, leaving her residence. The last thing she wanted was to work, but there was no other option.

Hours passed, the night had laid upon the sky and Airmid rushed like she never did before to her house. Muscles relaxing as she closed the door behind her, only to remind he could perhaps be awake? But no, no sign of his presence. The goddess quickly prepared a snack to replace the one she had left before. The room was dark, enlighten only by the light as she opened the door. She replaced the untouched food, eyes always on him.

She sat on the chair by the bed, not too close but enough for her to admire his features. “For a goddess of healing, I’ve done nothing but hurt you…” A chuckle with no energy could be heard, only for her expression to darken right away. A few moments of silence passed, millions of thoughts storming inside her mind. “How selfish I had to be, how foolish I have become that I could only realize how much you mean to me after I hurt your pride and nearly caused your death.” Her voice was shaken as if she would burst into tears at any moment. Her throat hurt, trying to maintain herself composed.

Ahulane had been out for a good while. He had suffered a great deal of blood loss, and even for a god, he wasn’t going to just heal automatically. So, he was nearly out for a whole day. However, he would awake from his slumber as he heard the platter of uneaten food be replaced. Honestly, he had little idea where he was, but he could tell by the scent and the presence in the room about where he might be.

He really didn’t have the energy to talk to her right now. He was still half asleep, and he couldn’t muster up the energy to even think of arguing. That was the only outcome he saw possible. She would probably rant to him about how stupid he was for almost getting himself killed, and there was no way he was physically capable of getting out of that type of argument.

So, he kept still and his eyes close. Maybe, she’d just go away.

However, instead, he would be met with words that he didn’t believe he would hear. She seemed to still be upset and sad about their fight, but though her words were so beautiful, what he had been wanting, it just didn’t sound like something realistic to him anymore. They’ve spent so much time together that of course she would be sad to see him almost die. Right?

Maybe, he was just dreaming, and with a small scoff, he gradually dragged himself to lay on his side.

#airmidxmp #ahumid #osl

exmpxyoongi

TLC | Yoongi & Ahulane

mpxyoongi:

Yoongi was beginning to learn to tolerate his father. Ever since the incident with the manticore, they had been getting along better than before. They had, in some ways, reached a sort of understanding. So despite the fact that Ahulane was obnoxious and loud almost all of the time, Yoongi was not necessarily unhappy to have him show up to take care of him. And he was, admittedly, rather pleased to hear that his father was proud of him.

“Better I get hurt than someone else. I can handle it,” he replied simply, shrugging a little. He got himself comfy on the couch when Ahulane put him down, propping his leg up on the coffee table and snuggling into a fluffy blanket. His pain medication made him kind of sleepy, so he’d been spending a lot of time napping or dozing and just generally relaxing. It was probably the most he’d ever let himself rest in his entire life.

Yoongi’s eyes lit up a bit when he saw the food, and he could not help but smile just a little when his father took out the movies. This was probably the first time that Ahulane was actually trying to get along with him the right way– by catering to his interests instead of actively going against them. It was… well, it was really nice, actually. “Of course, it’s a classic.” Well, perhaps not a classic to most, but it was to true crime fans. “Since when do you watch serial killer movies?”

Ahulane wraps his arm around his son and pulls him into him. Ahulane had been a selfish man, but now that he knew better, he was finally going to try and be the dad that Yoongi needed. Of course, that was a work in progress, but he cared so much for his little emo rain cloud that he had to do something. So, he decided that it was best to give Yoongi the hangout that the other would prefer.

“What a hero.” His father teases softly, reaching over to ruffle Yoongi’s hair. “When you get better, let’s train together? Maybe, I can spot out something that will make sure you don’t have to get hurt to prevent someone else from getting hurt.” He offers to the other. “I mean if you want. I’m stepping down as police chief. I will have a lot of free time now.”

He turned to his son and snorted. “What do you think I watch? Romance movies?” He shakes his head and pinches Yoongi’s cheek. “If I watch movies, it has either have to have death or action or I get bored.” Ahulane reaches down to grab the m&ms to put in Yoongi’s lap. and the fried chicken to put in his for each other to access with more ease. Ahulane hands Yoongi the movies for him to choose.

#tlc #mpxyoongi

Closer \\ Ahufam

mpxyoongi:

Yoongi knew that his anger wasn’t fair, and that Ahulane was probably pretty surprised by it, but he couldn’t reign it in. He was usually very good at bottling up anything resembling an emotion, but he just couldn’t do it right then. The manticore should have hurt him; the thing was probably going for the smaller, weaker prey, anyway. It was stupid for his father to try to protect him, especially when he’d been so drunk.

He would have rather the thing mauled him, murdered him, than this. Watching Ahulane get hurt, being worried that he might die– it all just added to his guilt and self-loathing and it was all so heavy that it was crushing him and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. It would have been suitable for someone like him to die like that, ripped apart by a manticore. But no, now this was just another thing he had to live with.

“Why did you do it?” He asked before he could stop himself, approaching the bed, but still keeping a few feet between them. “You shouldn’t have protected me.”

Ahulane watched his son get closer and closer with each word he said. He could see how much his son still hurt over this incident, but it really was no big deal. He had no problem with suffering a bit for his son, but son seemed to believe that he wasn’t worth sacrificing a bit of time for. It concerned him greatly.

When Yoongi got close enough, Ahulane sat up in the bed and reached for Yoongi. Grabbing him by the wrist, he pulls the smaller male onto the bed, pulling him tightly into a hug though it hurt. “You are so stupid, you know” He nags his son before kissing the top of his head. “Of course, I should have protected you. You are my little boy. I have to protect you.”

Ahulane reaches with a hand to move Yoongi’s head so that they are looking at each other. “I love you, kiddo. I’d do anything to help you. You are worth it.”

Closer \\ Ahufam

mpxyoongi:

Yoongi had hardly slept since his father was injured. Something about the whole thing unsettled him, made him feel agitated and restless. Several questions kept running through his mind, the biggest of which was perhaps the simplest: Why? He did not understand why Ahulane had jumped in front of the manticore when he had to have known that he couldn’t defend himself. It made no sense. It was not like he was worth saving.

He had also been staying at Ahulane’s apartment, which was not helping. The god had been asleep for quite a while, and it was all making him worry more than he would have admitted. He may or may not have already called Airmid at least four times to make sure he would eventually wake up. To his relief, though, the next time he went to check on his father, he was finally awake. Yoongi hovered in the doorway for a moment, unsure whether he should make his presence known or not. But then Ahulane spotted him and it was too late to leave.

“Am I alright?” He repeated, his brow furrowing. And then, all at once, he was really angry. Furious, even. “Are you a fucking idiot? You’re the one who almost died!”

Ahulane could tell how exhausted his son was, and immediately, he was concerned. Even though he wasn’t in best condition himself, Yoongi needed more attention. He was a war god. He had been in several fights, so though he had concerned at the time about it being lethal, he now just needed time to rest and strengthen up, which he didn’t expect would take long.

Yoongi’s sudden rage threw him for a loop. He knew that he had done much to upset him, but he didn’t see what was so wrong that would make him react so violently. Ahulane’s eyes widen, and slowly, he sits himself up in the bed, careful not to make any faces. “Well, I am an idiot.” He rubs the back of his neck for a second. “I’ve almost died a lot of times, so it isn’t that big of a deal.” Ahulane pats the side of the bed to try and get Yoongi to come closer.

“Anyway, you look in bad shape. Just wanted to check on you. No need to get so mad.”

Closer \\ Ahufam

@mpxyoongi

late September 2016.

Ahulane had woken up from his slumber. His whole body ached, and he felt drained. However though he suffered like this, he was content in knowing that his son was well and alive. It was all that truly matter. He’d go through the whole ordeal again if Yoongi came out fine. As his father, he felt it was his duty to do so.

Having been scrolling through his phone, he would look up to see Yoongi in his room. “You alright, kiddo?” He questions with concern. He had been worried about how Yoongi would react about this. He honestly believed that Yoongi was going to yell at him for helping, and then, the two would separate for a while. He didn’t want this outcome, but he had brought so many hardships on Yoongi that he deserved it.

“You can come in, you know?”

The slave and the gunslinger

#mpxapollo #a bromance straight from hell

airmidxmp:

“That can be easily arranged, but after the ball my love.” Letting him hold her, she smiled and took a quick peek over the reflection the windows provided. “And yes, I am sure you’ll make me proud when 18 and 20 year old demi-gods’ faces go all read if they lay eyes on what’s mine.” The thought of everyone’s reaction crossed her mind and it was above everything, funny. Of course she would feel embarrassed that the man she called boyfriend that was the Mayan God of War happened to be dressed as character that was an appealing fantasy to hundred of teens and adults.

Releasing from his arms, the goddess fixed her hair, checked if everything was in place. “That can be arranger. Later, after the ball.” Winking playfully, she tapped his bottom and waited by the apartment’s door. “Ready to go? Yes. Ready for people to see you like that? Not so, but well, what can I do.” She chuckled and opened the door, bowing and stretching her arm to sign to exit.

He grins playfully at her, though by the end, he was sure he would flash her with enough that it would be a real outcome. “I’m here to show off what is yours. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure everyone leaves out jealous.” He takes a moment to cover her face with several kisses before he finally does pull away. He was excited for a fun night. They all needed it between their own stresses and the trouble caused from the monster attacks.

“Alright, dear.” He chuckles and exits the door. Ahulane then grabs her extended hand and pulls her to him. He shuts the door, and after pressing a kiss to her nose, he wraps an arm around her and heads them to the ball.

#airmidxmp

mpxapollo:

lesson learned: anything fun on the island always ends in fucking hellhounds and a massive wedgie.

apollo and ahulane were a friendship made from the depths of hell, a duo that should never have come together. it’s no surprise that the two archery gods bonded almost instantly despite never knowing each other beforehand. they had taken one look at each other. bro? bro.

it’s even better at the ball where they lounge around in absolutely amazing costumes that show off their asses quite well, if apollo says so himself. the entire night has been filled with looks of every emotion shot in their direction, and the sun deity is relishing the attention. his movements are a little sloppy, having just left morrigan from their intense drinking competition ( hint: no one wins in those bets ). it’s not common for apollo get drunk, his system usually burning up the alcohol before it effects him, but the old hag of a raven had brought out the strong shit, from the depths of the wine cellars and made by the gods themselves. in conclusion, apollo was drunk off his ass.

so when a hell hound straight from his uncle’s domain pounces on ahulane, it takes a moment for apollo to register that a perfectly fine cup of beer is ruined━he’s suddenly sober. apollo’s familiar bow appears in his hands, made from pure sunlight and gleaming in his hands; it also happens to have an amazing music streaming service. what? apollo was the god of music, after all. of course, at his bro’s request, he plays his finest fighting music.

shakira is blasting along as he aims an arrow to the nearest hound, the monsters dying along to the beat of hips don’t lie. his eyesight flickers over to ahulane, grinning mischievously at his comrade. ❝bro, how secure is your skirt? ❞he tries to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of the corset pressing against his ribcage as he fires arrow after arrow at the beasts leaping towards them. is he going to take any part of his costume off? absolutely not, he looks amazing and it would be a crime to take away such a sight.

Honestly, Airmid and Ahulane had gotten separated, and it was not unlike him to be united with someone just like him. Or well, similar. Apollo was no where near as hot as he was. Nonetheless, he had been partying it up with his friend. So when this hellbitch or whatever it was ruined his fun, and ruined a damn good beer, he was pissed.

A punch lands straight on the stinky monster’s face, sending it back along a few meters. This gave Ahulane the chance to get up and stand beside his friend. A soft whine leaves his lips. He had spend so much time measuring the perfect length for his skirt, and a portion was already ripped off. This was not going to go too well if this become a recurring thing.

“I--.” He pauses for a second. “I say it is still eighty-five percent functional.” This was a bit worrisome. Anything under about twenty-five percent was going to give everyone a real show. Plus, he swore he had heard the screech of a harpy just seconds ago. He didn’t want them to mistake his pride and joy as a worm. That would not be good for his love life.

Ahulane spawns up his bow, and he shakes his head. “Come on. I said quality music. Give me some Taylor after this.” He whines as he lines up three arrows in his bow, and he shoots them all out at once. There was something so satisfying about the sound of their bodies hitting the ground. It was true gold.

“Hey. Whoever kills the least pays for beers.”

exmpxyoongi

TLC | Yoongi & Ahulane

#mpxapollo #a bromance straight from hell

mpxyoongi:

@ahulanexmp

Someone had been hammering on his door for the last two minutes and Yoongi was about to scream. He’d hoped that they would just go away if he stayed quiet and did not answer the door, but that did not seem to be the case. Finally, giving in, he climbed out of bed and hopped his way out of his bedroom and over to the front door, not bothering with his crutches. He was unsurprised to see his father on the other side of the door.

“What are you doing here?” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. He had been so close to taking a nap, and he was not very happy to have been interrupted. Sure, he was sort of getting along better with his dad now, but the god could still be a little much for him most of the time. He considered shutting the door, but knew that wouldn’t work– Ahulane was way stronger than him.

“Do you want to come in or whatever?” He grumbled, hopping back to let the man inside. Of course, Ahulane almost immediately scooped him up like he was a two year old child instead of a full grown adult. Typical. He just sighed, rolling his eyes. It was sort of a relief to be off his feet, anyway. “… So I’m guessing you heard?”

Ahulane had been incredibly concerned when he heard that his little son had been injured. Spiders were real assholes. He had been tangled in a few of their webs during their attack, so he has a very mild understanding of what Yoongi may have went through. So, he felt that it was his duty as a father to come and take care of his son, and he did so, banging on Yoongi’s door with a duffel bag full of candy and crime movies.

“I thought it would be best for us to spend some time. You are injured anyway.” It wasn’t like Yoongi could escape Ahulane now, not that he was worried or anything. Ahulane wanted to be a good dad for once, and that entailed him tending to his injured son. “I do and I did. I’m proud of you for trying to help people, but it sucks you got injured.”

Ahulane scoops his little son up in his arms, and he carried him to the couch before setting him down gently. Ahulane plops down on the couch beside him and starts filling the coffee table with m&ms, soju, fried chicken, pocky, soda, and some more goodies before pulling out a few movies. “Let’s have fun. I picked up some movies. Have you watched the Zodiac Killer?”

#mpxyoongi #tlc

Ahulane had his arm outstretched and around Apollo. With a beer in his free hand, he had been happily chattering to the male god about how the day had gone for him. It had been a fun night so far. However, the sudden attack by these large hounds would surprise the both of them, and Ahulane would become immediately enraged as his fresh drink would become ruined by stray shards of glass.

“I can’t even.”

Within seconds, Ahulane appears a bow in his hand, and he looks over to Apollo. “Get some good tunes going. These assholes are going to pay.” He scrunches his nose, and within seconds, his first arrow is shot toward the beast he believes is most responsible for messing up his drink.

@mpxapollo

#mpxapollo #mp; ub3

mpxapollo:

( ✉ → outgoing: archery bros ) No harm, just stating the facts ( ✉ → outgoing: archery bros ) isn’t she han solo? there’s not much to do for that ( ✉ → outgoing: archery bros ) BRO SMASH THAT ( ✉ → outgoing: archery bros ) still come though so we can show off our power duo asses

( ✉ → outgoing: archery bros ) yea. but i got a gun on her hip and thats hot

( ✉ → outgoing: archery bros ) I do. All the time. o u o

( ✉ → outgoing: archery bros ) I am. She just got out so we are about to leave my place.

The slave and the gunslinger