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Arawn Celtic God of the Underworld and Terror Owner of Annwn Funeral Parlor & Last Sacrament Cemetery Disc.

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Gemstones ; part I

It was one cool winter day that he first saw her, laughing as she spoke to one of the villagers outside a bakery. Arawn paused in the middle of the cobblestoned street as his gaze fell upon her. She was beautiful, with hair the color of fiery autumn leaves and skin the most delicate shade of pale. He couldn’t yet see the shade of her eyes, but he imagined they were a color as bright as a gemstone.

It wasn’t but a moment later that she took notice of his staring, and her conversation paused as she set her gaze upon him, a quizzical quirk in her expression. Her friend turned as well to see who she was distracted by, and an alarmed look came to her plain face. Arawn ignored her, and approached the two women. “What’s your name?” he asked of the lovely redhead.

He could see her friend stiffen beside her, but he didn’t pay any mind to the woman. Instead he focused on the way that he was right in the shade of her eyes belonged to an emerald. “Deirdre,” she finally let out, her voice soft and sweet in the chilled air.

“Deirdre, how lovely you are,” he charmed, a faint sort of smile slipping to his expression.

“You’re the death god,” came her next words, disbelief and confusion evident in her voice though he sensed she was trying not to show it.

“I am. Will you come with me?”

She gasped, taking a shaky step backward. The woman beside her let out a strangled sound, “you can’t have her!” she exclaimed suddenly, stepping in front of Deirdre.

Arawn sighed softly. “I don’t mean you’re dying or anything, love,” he said, irritation evident in his tone.

“Stay away. God will take care of me, I don’t care to associate with the likes of you,” Deirdre said, voice falling to little more than a whisper.

Arawn hummed softly. “I’ll return to you,” he promised quietly, unable to deny that he liked a challenge.

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For a moment, Wonwoo is a little scared about Arawn’s reaction about being face to face with one of his children. He smiles a little amused but nonetheless gentle while he waits for it to sink in on his dad. It isn’t like Wonwoo is expecting much to be honest, him being acknowledged is more than enough because he knows that they haven’t had any contact until this moment and he understands if Arawn doesn’t seem him as someone as close to him as a real and raised as such child would have been. It’s alright really. “Yeah.” He confirms. “That’s what my grandparents told me anyway and also I can hear and speak to the dead so it does seem like I am.” He shrugs and keeps watching Arawn for what kind of reaction he would have and if it’s a bad one, he has an apology for bothering him with such matters and he’d probably also suggest again that they can’t stop this interview and he’s so very okay if Arawn doesn’t want to hire him because of their connection, but then Wonwoo isn’t really expecting, even if he could imagine the best reaction would just be Arawn not dismissing him and acting with so much indifference about his child.

But then, the god of the underworld stands up and Wonwoo can’t help but be a little confused when Arawn stands up, watching him and also standing up more as a reflex than anything but then he doesn’t have much time to guess what Arawn will do because in the next moment he has arms around him in a tight embrace that Wonwoo automatically melts into with a light laugh for the whole thing and he can’t help but feel a little warmer inside with the pet name and all the emotion in Arawn’s tone. He nuzzles the god’s shoulder, wrapping his own arms around Arawn and holding him tightly. To be honest, Wonwoo sort of missed the whole hug thing, maybe because in Korea they didn’t have the habit and it was actually impolite to hug someone you don’t have high level of intimancy with or maybe because he missed the people who would give him such warm hugs. It comforts him but also makes him feel a little homesick, but he keeps his mouth shut about that. “I was expecting a lot of different outcomes, but a hug wasn’t in one of them.” Wonwoo confesses in a playful tone. 

Wonwoo can’t help but find the whole situation a little amusing or maybe it’s because he’s too happy that his dad is accepting him so warmly, but nonetheless the younger male lets out a soft laugh with Arawn’s words, his own gaze filling with affection and warmth for the god in front of him like he was actually raised by him too. "Are you sure?” He also can’t help but ask, frowning a bit but Wonwoo can’t really shake the smile off his lips. It isn’t like he’s suspecting his father’s character of anything of the alike, it’s just that Arawn seems the type to just hire him because Wonwoo is his son instead of his qualifications or because he thinks he’s truly qualified for the job and that bothers Wonwoo a bit. “You know I won’t hate you or anything if you decide that I’m not right for this job, right?” He can’t help but remind his father about it.

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Arawn knew that it was probably unexpected to love his son so much after only a moment, but that was simply how he knew to be. He loved his family, they meant everything to him, and so as soon as he was informed of a child belonging to him, his heart blossomed and swelled with an intense love for them. He knew that many of the gods didn’t feel the same amount of connection with children - or at least pushed away the feelings of attachment that might linger - but he never wanted to be as the other gods in that regard.

A warmth filled him as Wonwoo reacts to the hug, the return of the warm embrace and a soft nuzzle against his clothing. A smile slipped onto his expression, and he allowed a soft chuckle at the words that come from the boy. “I do hope you aren’t telling me you don’t get enough hugs, because I will remedy that,” he said playfully as he released him with a soft kiss against his hair. He always held a slight fear that one of his children would hold some lingering resentment for something he didn’t know about, exactly. He’d heard of so many demi-gods hating their parents, and he considered himself incredibly lucky that as of yet he hadn’t been on the receiving end of a child’s hatred, and it seemed as though Wonwoo wouldn’t hate him either.

Arawn shook his head, “From your resume and the recommendation letter, you have enough experience I would have hired you anyway,” he assured him, “Now it just saves us the obligatory awkward interview.” Truthfully, Arawn hadn’t made a decision either way when it came to employing the kid before he met him, but being his child was enough anyway. “Plus, it can’t hurt that you can listen to the spirits running around here as well. Though I have to warn you, darling, they can be quite fussy. I suppose I have to ask this question, and pardon that it sounds a bit...irresponsible, but who is your mother, dear?”

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Unbridled Truths ;; A&H

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Hel would do almost anything to get Arawn to move on. What she would admit was that she was doing this for she was sick of hearing Arawn moan and groan over some dead mortal; however in reality, there was soft spot she had for the god that she was just not willing to admit. Arawn, though not a real friend, was something enough to be on her good side, no matter the attitude and anger she constantly spewed upon him. So though she was throwing a few stipulations out to make herself seem like she really did not care to help, the goddess very much did. 

“You really need to find someone new. I find your whole loving thing stupid, but at least, love someone we don’t have to worry about dying or that is currently alive.” She snorts as she orders herself another glass. “Well first, this is the last time you will ever get to see her. That was pretty obvious. I should have saved that for last.” She pauses. “Anyway if you visit her this last time, I want her memory erased of you. I’m sure Hades wouldn’t mind sharing a glass of the water of Lethe.” She grabs her drink to take a sip. “It’s logical before you whine. No reason for you to see her again, and finally, she will be able to accept the reality of her death.”

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He sighed softly at her words of finding someone new, “I don’t mean to be even more depressing than I already am, but don’t you think I sort of have a bad streak with love?” Arawn knew that most of the times things just simply didn’t work out for some reason or another. With Deirdre she was killed, with Apollo he’d gotten scared and now hated him. He’d only loved so many times, and the times before either of them had just been meaningless.

The underworld god knew well that she would have some stipulations for him, and he could understand why. There had been too many times he’d complained about Deirdre and he knew well that people were tired of it. But the thought of never seeing Deirdre again and of having her forget him caused a clenching in his chest. “You are right,” he said softly, tapping the side of his glass for a moment in thought. 

Memories held him, of time spent with his beloved wife and the family they built together. Of the first time she said she loved him. Of their first child together being born. Of loss. He flagged the bartender and asked for another drink, and waited until it was refilled before he looked again to Hel. “Alright. I’ve been selfish about this for too long, so alright, I accept your conditions,” his words were soft, and there was an echo of loss in them, but he was sure of the decision as much as he could be.

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Pitiful | Hyuk & Arawn

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Hyuk felt like he had maybe said too much regarding the relationship, or lack thereof, between him and his father, although he supposed that he really had not said much about it at all. Regardless, it was probably about time to close the conversation. “I guess you could say that we have a lot of unresolved issues. It’s no big deal. But, uh, thanks for the concern,” he replied dismissively, shrugging his shoulders. “So, do you have any kids around here?” Arawn seemed like a good dad, as far as gods went anyway, so bringing up his children seemed like a good way to change the topic.

“You say that now, but wait until I’m a ghost and I’m doing stupid stuff like hiding your things and sending you annoying texts from beyond the grave,” he joked, laughing a little. Surely though, he would be quite the little shit if he were to ever be a ghost. However, even so, he would rather haunt his parents than haunt Arawn; the more they spoke, the more Hyuk liked him. The god somehow managed to be concerned without being patronizing or nagging, which he appreciated.

“Really? That’s weird, but I’m glad,” he murmured, glancing up at Arawn with a smile before returning his attention to the dogs. He probably would have been pretty distraught if the dogs hadn’t liked him, so he was relieved that they did. He usually had a pretty good track record with canines, though. It was humans that did not seem to like him much. “I’m pretty awful when it comes to other languages, but I guess I could have a go at some Welsh.” Anything for the puppies, right?

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He understood that plenty of the demigods held a great deal of resentment toward their godly parents; knew that far too many of them treated their children with disdain and resentment that Arawn couldn’t understand. He’d always loved his children dearly, and while many of them hadn’t been a product of love or intent, he still adored them and couldn’t see the dismissive ways they were often treated. “Mm, yes, I do. One of my sons works in this funeral parlor, actually, though he’s attending classes now I think. I used to have a couple more that were on this mountain, but they parted ways,” he explained with a little shrug. It wasn’t for lack of caring, of course, but he simply couldn’t dwell on them for too long or he would lapse into melancholy.

Arawn allowed himself a quiet snort of amusement at the thought of Hyuk being such a mischievous ghost, but he certainly wouldn’t put it past him given what he knew only for the past few minutes. “As long as you aren’t the type of spirit who throws things. That’s just uncalled for,” he tutted playfully. But it was more of a half-joke given that they had all manner of spirits that lurked about. In his time, Arawn had seen the gambit of all kinds; from those who did little favors to those who tried to harm people.

It was always easy to win Arawn’s heart when his dogs liked someone; of course he could already feel himself feeling protective over Hyuk for some reason he couldn’t explain. “It’s alright, Welsh isn’t as hard as it seems. Just as long as you don’t try spelling it,” he admitted, knowing that the language could seem incredibly strange to most people. “Lawr. The easiest one, they’ll lay down for you,”  he said, “The others you can learn in time.” True to form, the dogs quirked their heads at him at the word. “They’re very ancient dogs,” he hummed, “perhaps they sense you to be close with danger.”

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Unbridled Truths ;; A&H

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She swirled her whiskey in her glass as she peered over her. “There are times I wish you would have kept that reputation and not became such a little bitch.”Tilting her head back, she took a swig of her drink. Turning in her seat, she reached forward and patted his arm with her hand.  Had it not been for her glove, she would have purposely press her decomposed hand upon him- nothing says I’m slightly here for you more than rotting flesh.

“You know.” She pauses for a moment. “In my moments of boredom in Helheim, I’ve though about ways to try and… fix you.” She hums out softly because fix was a very sweet word for what she meant. “It’s not easy. You are a bit of a wreck, but if you are willing, I can help you get over her.”  Resting against the bar, the goddess chuckles. “I mean there are obviously a few stipulations. You might not like the process, but I am as sick of hearing her damn name as seeing you whine over her.”

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One thing he always appreciated about Hel was that she always made sure to be honest. Nothing about her was sugar-coated, nothing was wrapped in smiles or deceiving words. She said things simply as she thought them, and although she sometimes drove him crazy, he still appreciated that aspect of her. “Indeed. Sometimes I wish I would have kept that reputation as well,” he admitted, though he knew that there was no point in such. He’d tarnished that long ago and had tried not to regret the way he’d become.

“I know. I still love her, of course, but it’s been far too many years. I can’t keep going like this,” he admitted, downing his drink and signalling for another. He would always love Deirdre, of that there was no question. But he also knew that he owed it to himself - and even to her - to not be stuck on something that couldn’t be changed. “What are your stipulations, Hel? How would you care to help me?” he asked, his gaze meeting hers unflinchingly. He was tired. Tired of mourning, of basking in his sadness and in the darkness that consumed his entire existence. 

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Pitiful | Hyuk & Arawn

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Hyuk could probably write a series of books about how much resentment he had for his father and all the things he had done that put him in the running for the Worst Dad Ever Award. Lucky for everyone around him, who surely did not want to hear about his abundant issues with both of his parents, he liked to bottle all that up and let it eat away at him instead of talking about it in any amount of detail. “He’s probably the worst person on the planet, just saying.” Okay, he was exaggerating now, but it felt warranted. He should probably just stop talking about his dad altogether, before he got all worked up about it or said something too revealing or something equally as silly.

“Fair enough. If I die, though, I’m totally haunting you.” But, of course, he was only joking. It would be pretty pathetic of him to die from his injuries, that while painful, were relatively minor. They were definitely not life threatening, anyway. “Oh!” Hyuk was ridiculously excited to see the dogs, honestly. They certainly weren’t ordinary dogs, he could tell that much, but they seemed nice enough and they just looked so snuggly and damn it, he just adored dogs.

Their names were odd, but he made a note of them and held out his hand to the dog that had approached him. “I bet they’re sweet,” he cooed, smiling and scratching Calon behind the ears. He just turned into a big, soft marshmallow around dogs; a state he usually only ended up in after an entire bottle of vodka. After all, who could be mean or sad around such cuties? “Welsh commands, huh? Guess that makes sense,” he murmured as he pet the dogs, the widest grin possible stretched across his face.

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At the words of ‘worst person on the planet,’ Arawn could only cock a brow slightly. He knew that Emma-O wasn’t anywhere near the list of nicest people, but he silently wondered what in the world he could have done to make Hyuk so incredibly resentful. It seemed beyond the simple anger he often saw regarding fathers and sons that consisted of instances of neglect and of not being there when they needed them - but it was a far stretch of anger to call someone that terrible. “My...there must be a great deal of anger between you two, then. I’m sorry to hear that,” he said softly. He always felt for the demi-gods who got stuck with parents who didn’t seem to care. And so many of them didn’t, whereas Arawn couldn’t understand. He adored his children, he wanted to hold them close and keep them safe and he couldn’t understand how others didn’t seem to pay any mind to the creatures they’d created.

“It would be a pleasure to be haunted by you,” he said, his tone one of clear amusement. They both knew that the chances of Hyuk actually passing away right there in the funeral parlor were slim, but as long as he could allow the other even the briefest of smiles then he was happy to play along with him. He couldn’t explain it, exactly, but something about the other made him feel protective and want to nurture him. Perhaps it was the fact that he’d come in injured and therefore seemed vulnerable, or perhaps it was the anger toward having a father who should have cared more than he did. But he knew it was probably a combination of both.

Though as soon as the other softened around the dogs, Arawn could feel himself become even further endeared to the boy. He was clearly sweet, and anyone who didn’t fear the dogs had to be good. The dogs nuzzled at the boy, and Malir lay down at his feet. “They like you. They don’t usually like people this much who aren’t of my blood,” he admitted, though it warmed his heart to see. “If you ever want to interact with them more, I can teach you some of the basic commands so they can understand,” he offered, though the tone was casual in the offer.

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Wonwoo opened the door carefully even if he did have permission to enter the room, poking his head in first before entering the office fully and closing the door behind himself more for politeness than anything else. “Ah, yes. Nice to meet you, sir.” He smiles, clearly relaxed even if most people would be, at least, a little nervous if they were in the same situation and bows like he remembers his grandparents telling him to do again and again since in Korea, apparently, bowing was an important way of greeting and showing respect to strangers. He catches the accent in the taller male’s voice and he holds back his tongue to not suggest that if the name was too inconvenient to pronounce, he could also call him Lucas, but then there is this other reminder of his grandmother that when in Korea, there is no Lucas, so he just keeps quiet about it. Wonwoo can’t help it but find it a little funny — in lack of a better word — the man that greets him and apparently is his new boss ( if he gets the job obviously ), because at first he seems a little too nice and gentle to fit the gloomy atmosphere and decoration of the place yet it still suits him somehow.

“Oh.” It’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth when the god — his dad — introduces himself and right after comes a soft laugh. Well, Arawn is the god of the underworld, as he said himself so what is more fitting than owning a funeral parlor? Wonwoo feels even more relaxed with the information even if he doesn’t know what are the older male’s thoughts about his offspring but so far, Wonwoo can tell that he’s, at least, a polite and friendly god. Wonwoo blinks and hurries to greet him properly, shaking the hand that is offered to him even if he can’t really help the small giggles that escapes his lips, trying his best to contain them but the situation just turned in a way that he never expected. Of course his grandparents warned him about a possible encounter with his divine parent but Wonwoo always imagined anything but meeting him in a job interview. “I’m sorry I just—” am your son; Wonwoo hurries to also apologize for his sudden weird behavior and now he’s stuck thinking about how to say that to the god especially because he seems to not know that they’re related.

“Ah, yes, thank you.” Wonwoo says and sits down, not wanting to leave Arawn hanging again and he makes a dismissing gesture with one of his hands. “That’s alright, thank you for giving me the opportunity, really.” He bows his head once again and he decides to just be straightforward about it, especially because he isn’t sure if the god would want one of his children working with him and Wonwoo would really dislike to waste the older male’s time. “Well, I—” He clears his throat for a moment because he still feels a little awkward — not nervous, Wonwoo isn’t sure why but he can’t bring himself to feel nervous about this encounter with his dad — about the whole thing, “I’m a son of Arawn. So, hi, dad.” He smiles and lets out another soft chuckle because the whole situation is just unique and waves with one of his hands. “But yeah, if you don’t want to hire me because of that, I understand, but if you’re still interested, I worked for a funeral parlor back in Brazil for a couple of years and here is my recommendation letter.” Then he puts an envelope on the top. “Sorry, I forgot to send in with the resume, I hope it isn’t a problem.” He also adds in the end.

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Arawn was well aware that he was often not what people pictured as an underworld god, much less the owner of a funeral parlor. People usually pictured the keepers of the underworld to be as Hades and Hel - a bit angry and unpredictable. And at one point, he knew that he too had been that way. He’d been taken over by his recklessness and his need for anarchy, but the years had calmed him drastically. And now he was simply a mild mannered, yet often mysterious, man who simply hung in the shadows and away from all that happened around him.

There was something very sweet about the boy that he couldn’t put a finger on except that it’s simply intuition. He didn’t mind the way that he suddenly seemed amused by something that Arawn couldn’t name, though a mildly puzzled expression passed over his face as he released his hand and as he resumed his seat. “Of course, I’ve been needing a bit of help around here for a while. But I suppose not many people are jumping at the chance to work in a cemetery,” he let out a quiet chuckle. However, a moment later the news of Wonwoo being his son settled over him. A silent moment passed, and the god blinked a couple of times. “You are?” he questioned, all but ignoring the rest of the other’s words and the documents he handed to him.

“You are,” he confirmed to himself and rose from the seat, going around the desk and without warning, wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him into an embrace. “Oh, my little love, hello,” he gushed, unable to help but suddenly be overcome with affection and adoration for the human before him. After a moment he released him, though the smile remained upon his lips. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind having one of my children work here,” he agreed, finally taking the documents and the letter and giving them a silent read through. A look of affection passed over his gaze as he read over the letter, taking in the sweet words about the child before him. “We don’t have to continue the interview if you don’t like, of course I’ll hire you, little darling.”

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Pitiful | Hyuk & Arawn

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“By ‘something’ do you mean a massive douchebag? Like, a sentient pile of dicks? Or does he just act that way around his kids?” Hyuk asked dryly, cocking an eyebrow. His issues with his father were, quite frankly, pretty public. Basically anyone who knew either of them seemed to be aware of the (mostly one-sided) feud that had been going on between them before the god had just up and left the city without a word. And it did not exactly help that Hyuk did not even try to hide his bitterness toward the man.

He snorted, trying not to roll his eyes at Arawn’s scolding. He was sure the god meant well, but telling him to be careful was like telling the sun to cool down   it just wasn’t going to happen. After all, he normally did not really mean to get into trouble, trouble just always seemed to find him. “Yeah, I guess I probably should be more careful,” he agreed, in the tone of someone who was just humouring the other and definitely did not plan on actually following the advice.

Hyuk’s eyes narrowed for a moment when the god made him look up, although he seemed to have decided that Arawn was alright in his books for now, so his expression softened after a few seconds. “According to you. Are you a doctor?” He asked with a smirk, raising his eyebrows. “I love dogs.” And suddenly his mood did a 180 and he was all excited about the idea of dogs. He adored dogs. If he had any confidence in his ability to take care of another living thing (which he didn’t), he would definitely own at least one. “Do you have dogs? What kinds of dogs? Are they nice?”

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Arawn couldn’t restrain the smile that came to his lips at the other’s words of his father. He hadn’t ever seen Emma around his children, of course, but he could imagine that if he was anything like he regularly knew him to be then he certainly couldn’t blame Hyuk for holding a few resentments. “He’s certainly not the nicest man,” he relented, “So don’t worry, I don’t think it’s just you.” On a personal level, he had nothing actually against the Japanese god, but it was understandable to have a few qualms considering he was a bit aggressive.

He shook his head at the question of being a doctor, “I’ve just been around enough of the sick and dying to learn to tell,” he offered instead. Though that was partially true, he also knew that the spirits might tell him if something was fatally wrong with the boy. A softened look came over his expression at the excitement regarding his dogs, and he gave a little whistle. “Tyrd yma,” he whispered, and only a second later three white dogs came trotting into the room.

He pointed to each in succession, “Malir. Calon. Angau,” he said their names as Calon went over to sniff at Hyuk. Though he knew that some people could find them a bit intimidating given their dark red eyes and matching ears, he knew that they were kind. “They’re very sweet, you can feel free to pet them if you like,” he offered, though he knew most people would never describe hell-hounds as sweet or anything of the sort. “Ymweliad Hyuk,” he instructed, and they went to the boy as they had been asked. “They only respond to Welsh commands,” he explained.

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Unbridled Truths ;; A&H

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“Wrong.” She replies as she looks at the male god. A smirk remained fixed on her lips. Honestly, she was amused and annoyed. Leaning toward him, a finger from her living hand reached to brushed mockingly against his cheek. “I’m hilarious. Arawn, you are acting like a fool. I speak only to save your reputation. You are making yourself look a joke. I swear even Hades isn’t this bad when that disgrace of a wife leaves.”

“You are too stuck in your ways.” Looking up at the bartender, she motions for two glasses of whiskey for the two. Her eyes rolled at the word love, and she prevented herself from making a gagging motion. “Don’t know if I would call this love. Seems more like obsession. It’s gods like you that make me thankful I do not partake in this love thing. The day I turn into you is the day I wish for the end of my life.” She looks at him, and she passes the drink to him. “Anyway, you can, Arawn. I don’t mind offering help to you, if you really want to change. I just don’t think you want to.”

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Everything about Hel struck a chord within his core. He knew that her words were true, and that he was being unreasonable and illogical. But he couldn’t seem to find his way out of the spiral of his self-loathing and mourning. “I swore away from the reputation I had long ago,” he reminded her, momentarily recalling the days when he brought destruction to the lands and cared little for people. He had been feared, and he had cast it all away in order to be true to Deirdre’s memory.

He sighed quietly, unable to maintain his anger at the goddess. “One day you will fall in love. I hope it isn’t a love that consumes you, but I’m sure you will,” he said, though he knew she sought no comfort. “Maybe I don’t. But I can’t go on this way, either. Hel...” he paused, drinking the whiskey with little care to the burn, “I need to see her. It’s not what you’re thinking...I won’t ask again, but I need to be able to see her and say my goodbyes.” The words were sudden,but they needed saying. He couldn’t go on if he continued to be swallowed up in his longing for a woman who would never return to him.

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❝CHRONICLE❞

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A soft almost chaste kiss once more was upon his lips and the sun God allowed his eyes to flutter shut. It was subtle, soft and not drawn out but there was apiece of him that knew that this was coming to an end. Their encounter was timed like the lives of mortals, sand falling and with each second was a piece of small mineral. He wanted to lean into the kiss but he was gaining his breath still as well as his mental mind back. But he didn’t want it. He wanted to be lost in the arms of the man who had turned his back on him, and the world. But where there was light, there was darkness. Arawn had not resisted the temptation of another- his eyes had wondered as well as his heart. If only Apollo had not angered the love Gods, he would seek their help but even in that moment as his hand moved to gently hold onto the back of the others neck, he knew he could not. His pride was too great. To seek aid in a matter of beauty- how pathetic would he be of his rights ?

Eyes fluttered as he felt the other withdrawal from their physical connection. His body felt empty, the hollowness slowly returning to his chest and he wanted to refuse all of this. But, as the others fingers left his thighs he could feel the need to cling to the other. Apollo didn’t want him to go. Didn’t want him to leave his side- ever. But, his heart ached. He had left him before- to fall so hard once more … he wasn’t sure he could handle it once more. To have your heart shatter when you hadn’t even finished collecting the pieces. Soft words came from the other and Apollo’s lips soon found the others in a soft kiss but his head nodded as his feet dropped down. 

Legs were weak but not from their encounter but his words. He missed Apollo. Arms slid around Arawn’s neck as he tucked his head against the cool skin of the other. 

“ Don’t speak such words if they are for selfish gains. “ Not that he was complaining, his body close to the others as he wished to not leave the others side. Fingers sprawled overs the others shoulders before his own digits moved to brush back the hair that had slid over his shoulders. He didn’t wanted to look up. He didn’t want to know this was the end. But, if he was to drag this out, he would be the one to get hurt and Apollo knew better. 

“ Go … return and bring the spirits so I can gather myself. “ It was in a small voice, even his own hands hesitating to leave the others cool flesh and for a painful moment, he was pulling away from the other- mentally and physically as the golden hues refused to meet the eyes of the others as he reached for one of the bottles near them. By Gods, he didn’t want him to leave but he could feel his chest tightening. 

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Everything about the night had been odd, and quite simply Arawn couldn’t find and explanation for any of it. It wasn’t that he could complain or argue against being able to be with Apollo after so many years - on the contrary, it was wonderful - but it was still indescribable and unfathomable what had occurred simply because he couldn’t seem to hold onto his control around the other man. There were so many lingering implications of how he yearned to hold the sun god, of how he missed being inside of him as soon as he pulled away, but he tried to simply push the thoughts from his mind.

His skin still felt overly sensitive as Apollo slid his arms around him, though the words that met him brought a sensation of longing, a pit forming in his throat. “I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said, voice no more than a whisper. There was an unspoken “again” that was there lingering in the silence, and Arawn again felt the weight of having pushed the other away.

It was odd. They stood there unclothed after being so intimate with one another, and yet Apollo couldn’t face him and Arawn couldn’t seem to properly allow his words to meet the other god. The hand on his face slipped softly to run through his hair, the gesture affectionate yet quiet. “Why won’t you look at me?” he suddenly asked, withdrawing from the other yet he didn’t reach for the offered bottle. “Are you afraid? Or is it shame?” he asked, gaze fully intent on Apollo in curiosity and a taste of skepticism.

“Well, either way. I suppose it’s best if perhaps I do go,” he relented after a moment, stepping away to slip back into his clothing, feeling the pang of regret and uneasiness gnaw at him. It was easier if he simply tried not to think about Apollo, though he knew that was easier said than done.

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A small smile pulled his lips at the others words. It was surprising to even the sun God that he was lured here but he had been. It was strange but rarely did Apollo have more than one lover at a time for his attention was captured completely by the individual. He wanted to become one with them, breath in their scent but with Arawn it was so much more. He was fond of Arawn, one hundred percent. More than the lovers he had cried tears for when they were slain, for the God of the dark had spoken to him on a level that many could not even reach. it was as if he was struck by Cupids arrow, which was not true. That fool would know better than to strike him again with one of his arrows. But as the others arm snaked around his waist, he knew it had to be something as the heart in his chest quickened. How did he explain this ? He could not.

“ Do not thank me for something small such as this … I wish I could give more. “ Soft words came from Apollo, his eyes looking over the others features for a moment before a light sigh escaped his nose. Arawn was beautiful- it was beyond him. Normally, he was attracted to small beautiful youths or those who were athletic yet this man was a wild card. He was not small and frail yet he was not a star athlete either. It was like he was created for Apollo- something that was not true. Every time he had thought he had something special, it was taken from him and he couldn’t handle that again. He could not stand the idea of Arawn either dying or rejecting him at one time. The thought alone made his brows shift some as his eyes continued to examine the others features as his fingers rested on the others shoulder. 

A soft hum came from Apollo as the other thanked him for taking time out of his busy schedule. In reality, he was probably neglecting something to come and see the other. Yet he wasn’t unhappy about it. He actually craved it. It was freedom. They weren’t Gods here- they were just men that were lovers. They were equals. 

When the other held warmth in his eyes, it made something bloom in chest. It was a happiness that he couldn’t express but as the other neared, his eyes fluttered closed enjoying the others petal soft lips brushing against his own. Taking a shaking breath, it was subtle but it was something that he had been looking forward to for days. The others soft words made him just want to hold the other closer, his fingers slipping from their laced fingers to wrap his arms around Arawn’s neck gently. 

“ Did you truly ? “ it was a soft play back at the other as he turned his head some to lay delicate kisses along the others cheek before he sought out the others lips. A chaste kiss was placed on the others lips as a sigh left Apollo, letting their foreheads rest against on one another as their lips were separated. In him, he wanted to believe Arawn with so much of his heart that he had missed him. Stepping close, their bodies were now as close as he let his arms drop down to wrap around the others waist. “ I miss you as the sea misses the shore. “

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It was almost impossible to explain the way that Arawn felt toward Apollo. It was adoration and desire, sensations of joy wrapped up in a yearning for him. But it was punctuated with little pinpricks of fear, of not knowing what was to come of their meetings and the sensations between them. Normally Arawn was only drawn to the pleasures of simple encounters and nothing as continued as what was occurring between them, and was usually drawn into soft curves and gentle demeanors, yet here he was. “You know you never have to give me anything,” he said, words of him being plenty echoed in his voice and yet he allowed them to remain silent.

It didn’t matter that spirits continued to whisper around them, that there were things that he knew they both needed to attend to at some point, but it could be pushed aside for a little while. There was a warmth that blossomed in his core every time Apollo’s skin brushed his, a very faint smile extending to his lips at the playful words and the kisses that followed.

Holding Apollo provided a deep warmth to penetrate his usually cold skin, the sunlight being able to reach him through the man he held so flush. His gaze dropped in an almost embarrassed gesture at the other’s words, a clenching in his chest at the way they filled him with sweet emotion. “Surely, you must say that to everyone,” he teased, a hand moving from his waist to run up and cup the sun god’s cheek lightly.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” the words were a quiet, casual promise that he was true in the question he’d been posed with a moment before. “You make me happy, and that’s always enough to make me miss you as soon as you’re gone,” he said, a hint of laughter in his voice as he ran his thumb over the other’s cheekbone.

“The spirits are restless around you, Apollo...I wonder why that is,” he suddenly divulged, their voices reaching him. “They speak about us, you know. They watch and they listen and they tell interesting tales. Many are fond of you.” His spirits were always a part of the world he lived in, it seemed that he could only push them away for so long before they’d penetrate a moment and he would be subject to their voices again. It was sometimes a pity.

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“Normally I’d totally be down for alcohol, but I feel out of it enough as it is, so I’ll pass.” Hyuk murmured, perhaps making his first good decision of the day. “Uh, I guess so. Connected in some small way,” he agreed, shrugging one shoulder. He paused a moment, eyeing the god in front of him curiously. “Do you know my dad? Like, do you underworld gods all have a book club or something?” It was hard to tell if he was trying to be sarcastic or if his head was so seriously injured he actually thought the gods of the underworld would have a book club.

“Well, let’s just say that I make awful life choices and karma is a huge bitch and leave it at that.” If Arawn did know his dad, he did not need the man ratting him out for some stupid shit that he could deal with on his own. If his dad knew how deep he had gotten into trouble with some of the less savoury residents of the city, he would never hear the end of it. Leave it to him to value pride and independence over his own well-being.

Hyuk just kind of shrugged at the question, sinking a little further into the chair. “I might stay here. Just for a bit. You know, to make sure I’m okay and all… If you don’t mind my miserable company, anyway.” Then again, he had to be at least a little better than a corpse, right? He decided not to ask, just in case he didn’t like the answer.

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Arawn was happy to keep the kid talking to him, just to make sure that he really was alright. With injuries to the head it was never easy to say what the effect might be, so he needed to be sure that he wouldn’t have to force him into the hospital despite his words that he’d be alright. A wry smile pulled at his lips at the mention of an underworld book club, and he shook his head. “Yes, of course I know your father. He’s...well, he’s something,” he muttered softly.

He had nothing particularly against Emma-O, only that he reminded him of a past he’d long tried to put behind him. A brow raised just slightly at Hyuk’s vague explanation for why he was bleeding in a funeral parlor, but he knew there was little sense in pushing him into a definitive answer. He didn’t seem the type to give it. “You should be more careful,” he chided nonetheless, unable to resist his nature of wanting to protect the demigods.

As he finished applying the ointment and bandaged the visible wounds, a finger slipped under the boy’s chin to tilt Hyuk’s face to him and examine his gaze in the light. “You should be alright,” he said, releasing him. “I’m quite happy to have your company, it’s rather quiet around here most of the time. Do you like dogs?” he questioned before going to the back for a moment in order to get the boy some water and some aspirin.

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Wonwoo isn’t totally new to the idea of jobs interview, doing a small number of them in his short period of life and even if most of them he barely knew how to speak the language. He still got most of the jobs anyway mostly because they didn’t involve him doing much of talking even if some people did point out that Wonwoo had a natural charisma, something that lured people in but maybe it was only because he’s always been too nice for his own good, something that obviously not always ended well. Even not being exactly experienced in the job interviews department, Wonwoo never gets really nervous over them, knowing that the worst that could happen is being said no and he’d have to or try again or find another job to do, obviously none of the alternatives are the end of the world. 

It also helps his tranquility with the whole thing is that he has already worked as an assistant in a funeral home even if it was back in Brazil. He knows how most things work and basically what he has to do, his first bosses — a couple of elderly that were one of the greatest and kindest people Wonwoo has ever met and he misses them, especially them treating him like part of their own family — were kind enough to write in a recommendation letter that his grandmother made the favor to translating to Korea before he went to his trip. Wonwoo has never stopped to really read it since his bosses made another letter that wasn’t a recommendation but Wonwoo treasured and brought it with his other things to Korea when he left so he never really felt the need, but his grandmother was smiling and giggling when translating but also Wonwoo never asked. 

The first impression Wonwoo has of the place is that it’s dark. Everything in shades of black but nothing light enough to even be considered gray, making the place even more gloomy, even a little intimidating if Wonwoo knew better. Voices of spirits ring on his ears as soon as he’s inside, leading him to the office of — if everything goes okay — his future boss. Of course that before anything, Wonwoo greets every single one of them he can hear and pinpoint with a gentle smile and an excited little wave before he remembers this is Korea and bowing is more fitting than waving, so he does the latter with a little delay. He hears some of them giggling, others greeting him back and some other he thinks they’re cooing but he isn’t sure, but he’s certain some of them wish him good luck when he knocks on the door of the office, and then waits for any reply or permission to come in.

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It wasn't as though many people really wanted to work in a funeral parlor, which Arawn could understand given that it was a rather morbid and sterile environment to work in for most people. But at times it got a little too quiet for his comfort, it rang of death and only the sounds of the spirits rang through - nothing that held onto life. And so he'd put out the word about needing someone to help out as an assistant. There wasn't much that he couldn't handle at the parlor given that there wasn't exactly a huge influx of dead people on the mountain, but he thought it might be nice to have someone to help out and at the very least keep him company.

The spirits alerted him to someone entering the little stone house before he heard them, and he glanced up from where he was looking over the application that had been submitted. "Come in," he greeted, placing the resume face down on the desk and allowing a smile to come to his face once the door opened. "I take it you're Wonwoo?" he questioned, the accented words falling unfamiliarly on his tongue. The boy had a gentle demeanor about him, and Arawn immediately liked something about him.

He rose from the chair, extending a hand across the desk toward the boy, "I'm Arawn, Celtic god of the underworld," he introduced himself simply, "if you'd care to have a seat and tell me about yourself? I'm afraid I don't do a lot of interviews, so I hope you'll forgive my inexperience with this." Most of Arawn's world was spent working alone, he had a few people now and again who assisted him but they often simply came and offered their help in the underworld and that was all that was spoken about it. At Mount Phoenix, he hadn't found it necessary until then to interview people, so it was all rather new to him to ask for some level of assistance.

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Arawn had always adored the sounds that slipped from Apollo's lips, loved the way that they formed his name or uttered quiet pleasures sounds against his skin. It had been intoxicating once upon a time, but he knew that it always would be. He'd pushed Apollo away, and yet everything he seemed to desire and everything he'd done in the cellar seemed to protest against that. He wanted to keep him close, wanted to forget what had occurred to cause their distance in the first place.

But things were never that simple, and a part of Arawn knew that it might not change much. A slight smile curved his lips as Apollo's lips brushed against his temple, his own breathing still attempting to stabilize in now near-silence of the cellar. He lifted his head, bringing his lips once more to grace Apollo's own before he adjusted, slipping out of the other god. It wasn't that he was in a hurry, only that his arms had begun to burn and he could only imagine the irritation the sun god's back was going through. Slowly, he set the other down, his fingers releasing their grip on his thighs.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, one hand coming to trail along the other man's cheek, the other wrapping around his waist to make sure he was steady on his feet. The question wanted to speak of more than the simple curiosity of his skin and whether or not he was in pain, but he didn't want to unleash things on him that he couldn't begin to understand himself. "I missed you, Apollo," he repeated the refrain from earlier, unable to stop himself, voice still soft as his lips brushed along the others warm cheek. He didn't care that they were still undressed and messy from what had occurred, all that mattered was that he was able to hold Apollo for even a moment more.

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There was no doubt that by usual means, Apollo was a stubborn god who rightly only listened to himself. Arawn knew this, and he had never tried to alter such a trait, but a part of him was satisfied when the other would follow along with his requests. The god of the underworld was not a demanding person, nor did he expect much of people by way of heeding his words, but as Apollo’s hand slipped without protest down to his own length, he felt a surge of arousal at the way he did so.

A soft gasp slipped from his lips as Apollo moved against the thrusts, biting his lip to stave off the curses that threatened to spill. He was able to be pulled from the moment by being brought into another kiss, his mouth hungry for the other in his blissed state of arousal. “Apollo,” the name resounded like a moan at the words uttered against his lips. Arawn adjusted his grip on Apollo’s thighs, steadying them both as his thrusts became more erratic inside the other man, the pit in his stomach knotting tighter in warning.

“Come with me, baby,” he whispered harshly, fingers digging into flesh and making sure to angle toward the spot that had been sending the other god so much pleasure. He came to rest his forehead against the crook of Apollo’s neck and shoulder, breathing in the scent of their arousal. It was only a moment later that his hips stuttered, grip tightening and low groans sounding from the back of his throat as he reached his peak. Eyes clenched shut and white stars danced behind his eyelids.

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Arawn knew that none of what was happening could be explained, as logical as he may have been sometimes. Moments before he’d told Apollo how he couldn’t stand him, and yet here he was with him. But he doubted that anything would ever actually be altered by the encounter, that things would simply go back to a strained sort of distance between them, so he simply allowed himself to revel in the moment and enjoy the way that Apollo clung to him.

The plea uttered from the sun god’s lips caused a throb to reach his cock, and he knew that the sound meant he craved more. Complying, Arawn’s hips sped up inside the other, a quiet gasp leaving him. He bit down on his bottom lip, attempting to reign in the noises that wanted to spill forth. The god of the underworld had always been a rather quiet lover, his displays always coming more in the way his grip tightened and the kisses he pressed against his partner. But Apollo managed to have a different sort of effect on him, one what made him want to allow himself to moan so much his throat rubbed raw.

When Apollo began to kiss and suck on the skin of his neck, he couldn’t contain himself and a moan sounded from his lips. To his ears it seemed much too loud for the confines of a cellar, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. His thrusts became a bit more erratic, nails digging into the skin of the other’s thighs. “Apollo...touch yourself,” he groaned the suggestion, a soft plea written in his voice.