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PSA:
Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Some days I can write a fucking book, some days I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.
Aphrodite approaches with stride, a smile formed on his lips. When he closes the distance between them, he reaches out and fingers tentatively wrap around the other’s hand.
Remaining silent, his free hand withdraws to reveal a small silver ring. Fingers stroke along the other’s palm tenderly, a benevolent touch sliding the ring in place. It was only after a moment of reverie, hands clasped with a gentle squeeze of affection, that Aphrodite conveys words and a warmth blossoms in the gist of his amorous tone. “Happy birthday.”
Leaning in, he rests his head soundly along Deathmask’s shoulder. “Il mio cuore è tuo per sempre.”
He certainly hadn’t been expecting this much – a fond birthday greeting and maybe a few sweets for all his trouble, but this? Deathmask can only stare down in a dazed stupor at the ring now placed around his finger, uncertain of what to do or say in response.
“Aphrodite, I...”
Fuck. His eyes are watering. Fighting back the tight, burning sensation that’s seized his throat, Deathmask swallows thickly and tries his damned hardest to string a sentence together without choking. He fails, of course. Miserably.
“Jeez,” Deathmask mutters, wrapping his arms around Aphrodite and bumping their foreheads together. “Can’t you let me look cool for once? And on my birthday of all days, damn it...”
He reaches over and cups the other’s cheeks in his hands, taking a moment to gathering himself (and yes, to keep himself from fucking crying) before allowing a small, impish smile to curl at his lips.
“Y’know, your Italian sounds pretty good. Have you been practicing? Maybe we can practice a little more back at my place, while we open that second gift of mine tonight.”
“This is for you.” A small hand basket is offered to Deathmask, it’s contents a display of wrapped cheeses and garnished baguettes. Though most notably, a lavish wine bottle. “Master said it was a Chateau d'Yqu-…. a Chateau d'Yqueth… he said you’d appreciate it.” Of course, delivering it in person would be more of a token of appreciation but Camus unabashedly changed the topic when asked. “Happy birthday.”
“From Camus, huh…”
Deathmask never pegged the Aquarius Saint for the gift-giving type. Well, if he were an unreasonably annoying guy by the name of Milo then maybe it’d be a much more common occurrence, but that thankfully definitely wasn’t the case. Nevertheless, he accepts the basket despite the confusion apparent on his face.
“Uh, thanks for bringing this stuff over here… I guess I should probably thank the guy in person, but that’s assuming he ever leaves his temple... Ahh – I’m not good at this kind of stuff, but I’ll figure it out!”
*Runs up to Deathmask from behind and gives him a hug* I forgot to say happy birthday Deathmask, I left your gift your temple :'D (A basket of fine Italian wine and foods)
“Y-You didn’t have to go that far…”
Happy Birthday, Deathmask! (From Amy)
:: i’ve been really busy for the past month but i’m gonna try to come back on here more often again..
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Do you ever reread your partners reply multiple times bc it’s so good
it’s his bday that means if you see him passed out on the steps outside his temple you leave him there as per bday tradition
"E-Eat? Hah... Y’know, I think my stomach is too weak for food right now. M-Maybe we should skip out on that and move on to shit like tea or whatever...” @roseofburden
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“A rotten lump of driftwood that just crashed it’s way onto the beach, hm?” It was questionable why Deathmask would compare himself with something low like this. If Albafica would know him better he would probably understand, but for now, well, he just couldn’t understand the comparison to 100 percent. “I don’t know this guy but I assume he’s what you would call a perfect diamond being next to an raw diamond. But it doesn’t sound lame or what you call it. It’s human, you know.”
Actually Albafica didn’t mind that they had not much to do. In fact, it was nice. It meant this time was quieter than his own. Being busy and fulfilling missions was important but if he was honest, he preferred the peaceful times when they could just stay at their temple and watch over it. What didn’t mean that would stay like this forever. He shook his head a little before gazing at Deathmask. “It’s fine. I guess it’s troublesome without an Pope but it seems like everything is more peaceful than in my time.”
Dohko said that. This was a little hard to believe. Even though Albafica didn’t have much to do with the other Gold Saints, he remembered that Dohko was one of the more careless ones in his time. “We all have this one person who says to remain cautious even in peaceful times, hm? In my time the Sagittarius Saint is the same.” He said and breathed a sigh. The others would definitely be alright without him, not that they ever needed him with his antisocial attitude and preference for working alone. Yet, Albafica wondered if everything was alright in his time. No, he shook off those thoughts as he leaned his head against his hand. There was no need to worry. “Say, how do you all get along? You don’t look like a loner.”
"Sagittarius, eh? No surprise there. Ours was – I mean, is the same.” Deathmask made a little face at his slip up. It wasn’t that he thought Aiolos was unworthy of his recognition when in fact it was probably the other way around but... well, the guy was dead for over 13 years. Sure, he was brought back along with the others again, but it was still a little strange to get used to. On the bright side, Aiolos’ cheerful, brotherly personality hardly seemed to change from back then. “He’s one of the oldest here, Dohko’s ancient ass not included, so I guess it makes sense for him to be kinda cautious about stuff.”
Alright, sitting on the floor really wasn’t doing any wonders for his back. Deathmask pushed himself up and stretched with a yawn. It wasn’t that late (by his standards, anyway) but all the excitement of the day was starting to get to him. Was it time for coffee even with his bladder already cursing at him for drinking booze all day or maybe sleep?
“Loner? Ehh... I’m not really into crowds. A couple people is plenty of company as it is. I take it you’re the same way, but to a... more extreme degree. Heh – but as for everyone else? It’s like drama central around here. There’s a reason I don’t fuck around with them more than I need to.”
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“Well…” While it’s only reasonable that the other would start prying, he had hoped the implication of a lost one would be enough. In fact… will Deathmask be around when Hyoga speaks to her? He can’t imagine how ill-fitting or– obtrusive that would be. “It’s as I said. There’s someone I need to see.” Likely, the Cancer saint won’t be satisfied with his answer.
But while he might be ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, he’s not about to wear his heart on his sleeve.
“It’s ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ to me. I was told you’re the only one who could help, so I had to try. I really don’t have anything to lose… I don’t care how dangerous it is. I only need a moment alone, and I’ll be out of your hair for good. I promise.”
“...Is that so.”
Deathmask heaves a sigh before turning around, giving a hopeless shake of his head. It’s not that he wasn’t entirely interested in taking up the request – on the contrary, he was actually a little pleased to have someone see him capable of niceties every now and then. But the land of the dead doesn’t belong to him, even with his powers. There are rules that even he must obey.
Of course, he doesn’t expect Hyoga to know that.
“Sorry, kid,” he scoffs. “Still not happening. I can only take you as far as the gate. So unless this person just happened to die, like, this morning... then you can forget about being able to see them.”
why would you date Aphrodite after he apparently left you behind for Saga for so long?
“I mean... I wasn’t exactly the most likable person all that time. I did some shit that even I can admit was fucked up. So it’s... pretty understandable that he didn’t want to be around me. I’m actually more surprised that he came back.”
It's father's day and although Deathmask isn't his father he was the only other figure he had to look up to, so Mei was sure to leave a gift to his master. A bottle of beer that he had painted with colors of Sicily so the italian would have a piece of that in the Sanctuary with him. (comaberenicesmei what do you mean I cant send a cute mei to deathmask?)
Huh. What an interesting gift for Mei to leave behind on the table. Deathmask had never taken his student as the type for arts and crafts, but he supposed there was no harm in taking up minor hobbies in the midst of training. Everyone needed some form of self-discipline, after all. But didn’t most people use empty bottles? And why was the beer still cold? Not that Deathmask wanted to think much of it, but perhaps it was for him… he couldn’t exactly think of a reason why it would be, though, so maybe –
Ah.
Wait.
Deathmask sighed quietly to himself, the corners of his lips tugging back into a faint smile.
Dumb kid…
{ realizes his birthday is coming up soon and begins to wonder if he should just spend that day sleeping in and watching dramas
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His only response was a short shrug. In all honesty, Albafica couldn’t care less about someone being so talkative like Deathmask. There wasn’t even any information he could use in his own time, when he would figure out how to get back there. Not to mention that Albafica was the last person who would ever tell anyone about things he has experienced, unless he has to.
“You started distracting yourself, I simply gave you an response.” Always looking for the fault by others, that’s the best he could do in those situations. Albafica wasn’t the best in socializing, it was surprising that he managed to stay with Deathmask for so long, already. Normally he would simply do anything to avoid anyone and anything. But there was something about Deathmask he thought of as very interesting and even amusing and it seemed like he had experience at dealing with Pisces Saints, so he couldn’t be so bad.
Looking to the side, he avoided any eye contact. He would rather not answer this, Deathmask would probably definitely laugh at him. If there was anyone who had no experience in a lot of things it was definitely Albafica. He didn’t mind but others probably didn’t understand. “Ah, I see.” he finally answered, nodding a little. “I won’t ask any more question about your relationship then.”
“...Look, I... I don’t mean to get all defensive about this shit, but... I mean, if you looked at him, and then looked at me, we’re like from totally different worlds! It’s like comparing pearls to a rotten lump of driftwood that just crashed its way onto the beach, y’know? So it’s... probably not gonna be a very eventful turnout in the end. I just don’t know how to kinda communicate that when people ask – haha, ‘cause it’s kinda lame soundin, right?”
Deathmask scratched the back of his head, grinning a little in embarrassment despite how flustered he felt. At least Albafica was offering to change the subject. Maybe now they could move on to a topic that wouldn’t leave the Cancer Saint feeling weirdly exposed and humiliated, of all things. After all, how embarrassing was it to meet someone for the first time and then proceed to lower yourself further and further in their standing? Gods, the old him would be torching the place by now.
“I swear we usually have better things to do than mope around like a bunch of upset teenagers, honestly,” Deathmask continued, sniffling a little. “It’s just that we have a lot of... downtime right now. Well, not exactly downtime as it is being stuck in limbo without a Pope. But either way, don’t go thinking we’re more relaxed than your generation or anything! Dohko says that shit all the time.”
ROUND 2
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“I’m here on my own,” he cuts in a little too quickly. “This has nothing to do with him and preferably, I’d like to keep it that way.” He may be asking for too much… keeping his questionable actions from Camus’s reaching ears being more to ask than what’s about to follow, really. He’ll just have to hope Deathmask isn’t the chatty type.
“Yes– I’m asking you to take me there. But it won’t be for long. All I need is a ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. There’s someone I need to see. Something I need to say. Please…”
“Hmph. You’ve got a lot of nerve, kid,” Deathmask scoffs. “To ask me, Cancer Deathmask, to ferry you from this world to the next... and for just a itty bitty moment? What, is it so you can see someone down there? I’m not runnin’ a charity here, you know.”
But still – how desperate was Hyoga for this cause if he was directly asking him about it? Not many could even stomach the idea of approaching Deathmask for a favor, knowing that the response they’d receive would most definitely be him laughing in their face. As annoying as it may be, he’s got to admit... it’s pretty fascinating, if not the slightest bit admirable. Deathmask clicks his tongue.
“At least tell me why you want me to drag your ass down there, first. I can’t just take people down there all willy-nilly. Christ, and if Camus or Milo found out about this, they’d probably be screaming at me for months to come. This better be for a good reason, kid.”
