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@euaxel
⟨ ELLIOT FLETCHER. TRANS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, AXEL EVERETT is actually a descendent of H Y P N O S it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old VIDEO GAME DEVELOPMENT & COMBAT TACTICS MAJOR from BROOKLYN, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite WITTY & SELF-DEPRECATING.
𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻. 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 & 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫. 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻. 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻.
hey everyone! i am so heartbroken to be making this post, but for personal reasons, i think my time at eonia has come to a close. to give a little more detail this is mostly just me having a hard time functioning in groups and juggling my mental health; i’m sure you’ve all noticed, but i’m not actually very active on the dash, i am more so on discord; that’s usually my comfort zone lol. but! i did try this out and i did love it while i was here. i want to thank each and every one of you for letting me get to know you all and develop my characters in ways i thought not possible, you’re all so talented, and this is a beautiful group. i wish nothing but the best for every single one of you !
under the cut is details of what axel and sunhee’s time at eonia entails as far as in character tie-ups goes. for axel’s bullet, trigger warnings for mentions of drugs / alcohol but it isn’t explicit and it is a very positive solution involving rehab for him, but sunhee’s is trigger free and much more vague because i don’t feel that very much changes for her!
please do feel free to add me on d/*scord: born to fish forced to work#6669
dreweu:
he’s been inside hypnos house once or twice before, but this time feels loaded. it feels like he’s on a mission, complete with a flower and a cheesy box of chocolate, however aimless his saunter about the ground floor may be. the only person he sees is felix’s evil r.a. ex who, appropriately glares at him and disappears before he has a chance to ask for directions. he thinks he’s on his own, ‘til his pocket starts buzzing and reminds him that he’s got a phone. duh.
(sms; plum blossom) whats ur room # ?? (sms; plum blossom) asking for a friend lol // @euaxel
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“ think you’re gonna have to tell your friend i’m busy with you. ”
axel didn’t intend on sneaking up on him, honest — but the bundle of dandelions in his hand had to come from somewhere, and hypnos’ lawn happened to have ones that kinda resembled the ones he got him back then; axel even binds the stems with that stupid rubber band he’s still sporting daily on his wrist. he holds the bundle out for him, smiling something fiercely fond up at him. “ happy valentine’s day. that’s not it, i promise. just thought... y’know. i’ll walk you to my room. you know, for future reference.” with his free hand, axel pinches the crop top he’s wearing. “whaddaya think? drunk me thought this was a killer ‘fit. was he right?” his eyes fall to the stuff peach has, and his grin widens. “ that for me? ”
euvirginia:
@euaxel.
unsurprisingly, it’s yet another sleepless night. the moonlight peeking in through ivory lace curtains as virginia tosses from one side to the others. the thoughts in her head are more screams than whispers as she groans from her the restless night. eyes gaze toward the clock on her nightstand, taunting her as it reads a little after midnight. she can’t do this, not again. instead of letting herself wear out, she gets up. grabbing a light jacket as she makes her way quietly through the dionysus house and out the door.
the breeze of fresh air providing virginia with a small sense of comfort. the calm night reassuring the girl as she makes her way across campus toward one of her favorite spots at eonia – lake cleito . her eyes wander as she takes in her surroundings, making sense of the shadows that the seem to evade the moonlight. one in particular catches her eye as she make out a figure under a tree. instinctively, she walks toward it, trying to make sense of who it is. a lips curve upward as she realizes it’s axel, stopping just a few feet away. “penny for your thoughts?” she teases.
how he keeps ending up here is — frankly, it’s fucking beyond him. there’s nothing axel hates quite like a body of water, yet it’s the third time this week that he’s sat under this tree with his stare lost in the shimmers of moonlight reflected on the water’s surface. he’s somewhere deep lost in thought, between the crevices of old, boyfriend-specific traumas and what the hell did i have planned for tomorrow?
fuck if he knows.
at some point, his eyes fall to the grass between his knees and he bores his stare down on the individual blades; inadvertently his focus hones in on that entirely, so much so that he’s startled ( if only for a second ) when virginia speaks up, and he jolts upright. “ oh my gods,” he half-laughs out, a hand coming up to faux-dramatically cover his heart. “ you scared the shit outta me, vi. the hell you doing up this late? and i promise, my thoughts are worth definitely less than a penny. what’s up, though?”
eutheo.
GROWING UP IN THAT JOCK circle in high school, teddy was no stranger to parties, he tended to almost be the life of them (although he was no match for a dio kid)…so he had no problem knocking back a few drinks. especially after what just happened, he’d rather just forget the whole thing, it was like after bea broke up with him, he’d entirely forgotten what dating was even like. although it was nice to feel axel’s hand rubbing circles into his strong shoulders, a small sigh coming from his lips as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “i think i’m going to need like five more of those.” teddy commented with a small chuckle, eyes moving to the bartender before landing back on axel as he spoke, nose scrunching up as he looked at his friend, “everyone has different taste, some of the people you hang out with are scary…but, it’s totally chill if you’re into that. i just wish i didn’t swoon over anyone who says hi to me in some type of way, i blame disney movies.” teddy muttered, before smirking as he wiggled his brows at axel, “you’d kiss me though? i’m flattered.”
💤
“ and five more you shall get, my man, ” axel promises, shooting him a reassuring wink before gesturing to the bartender once more to help them out, all while lifting his own drink to his lips and doing just about the same damage on it. his eyes close as his drink goes down and he revels in the burn of it, shaking his head after; a little recalibration, if you will. his eyebrows perk at teddy’s statement, expression bemused. “ i hang out with just about everybody, teds. i’m into all kinds. gotta be more specific than that,” he jokes; and it’s true, really. there’s no shortage of personalities when it comes to the people he surrounds himself with. truthfully, he has no idea who teddy’s referencing as scary; though, a few come to mind. “ duh. look at you, ” he says, like it’s obvious — and he follows it with a laugh, because to him, it is. “ and then some, too. don’t sell yourself short. ”
dreweu.
🍑
everything rushes back, in an instant. the same, but different. they’re not kids anymore and his chest isn’t filled with the six year old butterflies that’d made a home of him back in new york. his stomach does swoop, though. different. not too dissimilar to the feeling he used to get when he packed his bag for camp or it’s mimic, three months later, when he was boarding his flight back to georgia. it’s a silent alarm, a reminder of how much he craves those destinations where he’s cemented his place.
behind the tears, his eyes are alight with curiosity and… something else as the familiar pet name falls from axel’s lips. without a shadow of a doubt, he knows that there’s still room for him, somewhere between axel’s ribs. the space may be a few stubborn inches smaller than drew remembers it being but it’s still his.
another place to call home. maybe he can squeeze.
there was a time where that word made him swoon. he can’t count the times it made his cheeks burn, knees turning to jelly. he’s been a lot of things to a lot of people, since he left axel behind him, but never anyone else’s baby. they’ve both left each other marked, he supposes. under all of the scar tissue, there’s still a place for axel, too. he just hadn’t cleared out the cobwebs, recently.
drew’s fingers twitch against his jaw, thumb dragging a bit higher across axel’s wet cheek, pushing tears to the wayside. “i’d take you crying over you gone, any day.” he doesn’t fully understand what looking a gift horse in the mouth means, but he knows he doesn’t want to do it. not now. not with him. “i’m already soaked,” he adds, chasing another half-laugh. “you could cry me a monsoon and i’d stick around.”
when one wobbles, they both shift slightly off balance but he rights them in an instant. he doesn’t know the details of what’s going through axel’s head, wreaking havoc on his body and almost sending him toppling over, but drew knows that it’s his turn to be the strong one, this time. so, steady and silent he stays, until the urge to draw him in closer grows too strong. he untangles their joined hands to pull axel into his chest.
“i missed you, too,” he says, voice regaining it’s telltale watery quality. their shared summer isn’t something that plagues him often, anymore. it comes quietly, sometimes knocking him flat when he least expects it, but there’s no denying that it’s true. drew missed him, even in moments he hadn’t realized it. “i’m okay,” drew confirms with a nod, lips drawing themselves into a small smile. “i’m good, actually. i don’t really do real danger, anymore but i– i’m good.” he only hopes that axel will say the same, despite the inkling he’s fighting off that he won’t. “are you?”
☁
i’d take you crying over you gone any day. for it being only a sentence, it packs enough emotional punch to potentially send axel off-footing again; at least, it would, if drew weren’t a step ahead of him and ready for it in a way that axel’s never quite been ready for anything. “yeah? bet,” axel says through what’s now more of a laugh than it is a whimper, impossibly brightened by his promise, even if just for the moment.
there’s an ache when drew lets go of his hand, but it doesn’t have time to sink in his chest and make a home before he’s reeled in to an embrace he’s only had access to in dreams, and axel feels lighter than any substance has ever been able to make him. stunned, he stills at first; like if he makes one wrong move, drew might crumble all around him — but one, two, three beats pass and he hasn’t, and when his arms hesitantly curl around the small of his back, he’s still there. the way he nuzzles into where his face meets drew’s chest after is as instinctive as it is natural.
it comes as another shock when he’s told that he was missed, and with that comes another wave of guilt — he expects to feel a lot of that, maybe for the rest of their lives for as long as drew here with him, not gone, he’s not gone, he can’t get over that, not gone — and axel cranes his neck up against drew’s wet shirt to look at him, like gauging his expression would make it any less difficult to comprehend. ( spoiler alert, it doesn’t. ) at least it looks like he means it when he says he’s good, and axel starts to smile at that, thinks about saying something like you deserve to be good and i’m so, i’m so, i’m so glad, baby, but the spread of his lips halts at the halfway mark when drew uno reverses him.
he wishes he hadn’t looked up. it’d be easier to hide the look in his eyes, easier to stick to script for are you good and shoot him a grin and that signature me? i always am! that he would back then, too. at least he meant it sometimes, back then; even if drew always knew if he didn’t mean it, anyways. he was tricky, like that — or he just knew him better enough, huh? there’s not a lot that’s the same between them, but axel’s willing to bet that hasn’t changed.
caught in the headlights with his chin tilted up at him, axel stalls over his answer, hyper-aware of the seconds that pass and make whatever he has to say a lot less convincing. it’s while he’s staring up at his face, his sweet — sweet fucking face that he gets a little lost in it all, and suddenly his hand is reaching up to cup around the delicate skin, only hoping against hope that the scarred skin of his touch isn’t too rough for it somehow. his lips take his focus for a few seconds too long, and axel forces his gaze to meet drew’s, only then realizing how long he’s been silent. he just… doesn’t care? looking at him now, he doesn’t care if he’s good or not, so it doesn’t — it doesn’t really matter. all that does matter is closing the distance between them, what little there is of it left, and axel pushes himself up as high as his toes will take him and —
he kisses him. axel guides drew by the cheek closer to him until their lips meet, and he doesn’t think about what alcohol content might still coat his tongue, he just presses his mouth to his with more delicacy than he thinks he’s capable of. his head is screaming with the want to deepen it, to swim in it, but he stops, pulling himself back enough that drew can get away if he wants to and lingering in case he doesn’t; a wordless you don’t have to, in a gesture.
he keeps his eyes closed so he doesn’t have to see him make the decision.
ah yes my favourite trope
You see these arms? *flexes* wii sports resort
Me, about to be killed in a horror movie by a sweet looking monster: Oh sick creature design glad I got to see it up clo
me, violently beating back my emotions with a broom: for the last time i said shut the FUCK up
Gravel to Tempo // Hayley Kiyoko
dreweu.
as soon as they connect, a spark makes the journey up his arm and worms it’s way into his heart, quickly relighting a torch that drew hadn’t considered he was still carrying. from a tealight to a wildfire. just like that, he can’t stay still. his formerly useless legs start shifting from side to side, arms unwinding so his hands can idly wring out the water that’s weighing down his shirt. he wants to do more— he wants to reach out. but, he doesn’t know how.
the boy in front of him ( man? are they men, now? ) is familiar in shape, without question. there’s something about his spirit, though, that drew can’t recognize. what would he do, if he reached out? what if axel pulled away, drawing in on himself the way he had when his fingers brushed against drew’s arm? he doesn’t think he could take that. his heart wasn’t built for that kind of hurt.
neither was axel’s. even after all the years they lost, drew knows that. he can see it on his face. he can hear it in his cries. in his words. whatever is twisting in him turns sharp. he hates the sounds coming from the axel, the ones colored by a guilt that he should never have had to bear.
“i don’t know what happened, after i…” died. “after everything went black. i woke up in a hospital. i went home.” it’s as simple and complicated as that. between the painkillers and the hush hush nature of his injuries, he’s lived with a scarcity of information that had once felt like a blessing. now, he’s not so sure. “they said it was divine intervention.”
before he can stop himself, it’s drew’s hand that stretches in front of him, fingers clumsily curling around axel’s forearm, inviting him away from the tree and toward a warmer source of stability. “you did the right thing,” he tells him, earnest through his stuffy nose. “you did the only thing. if you didn’t go… maybe neither of us would have…” he trails off, a fresh wave of tears assaulting his already shining eyes.
he wants to fill his space, needs to make axel feel the solidity of his presence in a way that’s more than fleeting, but he wrestles down the urge to wrap him in a hug. “you did the right thing,” drew repeats, another rogue hand finding it’s way to axel’s face, the pad of his thumb tracing gently along his scar. “i’m sorry you had to do it alone. i never wanted you to do it alone.”
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divine intervention, huh?
axel’s had that hand dealt to him before too — it had been back into the water then too, always back into the water, with him. is it fair to be angry that divine intervention doesn’t come with a phone call? a hey, you didn’t get every single one of your friends killed? what about your boyfriend’s body isn’t washing up somewhere because the tide rolled in and carried what was left of him away? maybe it is, maybe it’s not; either way, anger isn’t really what he’s feeling right now. there’d been a spark of it in his chest, maybe, but that drowns out in light of contact connecting them again.
it’s less of a shock, this time; less of a jolt through his system now that he’s coming to terms with the fact that drew’s really there, and he’s not gone. ( coming to terms put very, very delicately. ) there’s a hesitance as drew’s fingers wrap around his arm, but only while axel is listening to what he’s saying with glistening eyes, doing all that he can to process the words. there’s a familiarity to it all that aches something fierce in his chest, and he has this — this stupid flash of another time that he’d held his arm like this, and neither of them were crying then.
he’s lost in it — the imagining, the longing for what they had and what they lost — until he’s pulled out of it by the trail of drew’s finger along his scar, and his breath hitches in his throat. there’s... every instinct in his mind to pull the plug on everything that this encounter is, to retreat into himself and say no, but his eyes fall shut and his cheek leans into the touch like it’s where it belongs. axel shifts the arm held in drew’s opposite, but it’s to wrap his hand around the outside of his, to hold it, and squeeze. “ ... please don’t apologize to me, baby, ” comes out of him, and he almost flinches at his own phrasing, at least in the face. he doesn’t get to call him that, does he? he won’t, again — it just slipped. he’s quiet for a long second. “ i’ll stop crying, i promise,” he offers in a half-laugh, half-something. he sniffles in his promise’s wake, locked once more in his gaze. “ i know, though. you wouldn’t do that... i know. you couldn’t have guessed, from the sounds of it. ”
when axel wobbles this time, he braces harder on drew’s hand instead of unforgiving tree bark. he’s quiet for a second, and his gaze falls to their hands, unsure what there is to say. “ i missed you,” he settles on after a little too long, and he looks up on the last syllable, lips pulled tight into a not-quite smile. not a day went by that he didn’t think of him. “ missed you a lot. i’m — i’m so glad you’re okay. ” he pauses, pondering over the meaning of okay. at first glance, so is he. “ you’re... okay, yeah? ”
would u kiss rostam for five bucks?
“ would i kiss my best friend for money? ... do you all not show affection your best friends? i’d kiss him for free, bitch. and have? you think i haven’t laid one on his forehead? get outta here. ”
what languages would you like to learn?
“ struggling with the ones i do know already, thanks. ”
what's your beef with poseidon?
“ ... made water. i think. ”
