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droch-ádh x apollo

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(...) “You’re right. I cannot make you do anything, Ash. I will not make you do anything.” He sits up better on the edge of the desk and calmly looks at her. Other authority might cross their arms in an upset at her rebellion but Apollo just keeps his body language easy and open, non-confrontational. “But if you do stay then you understand that you will likely further aggravate your injury and thus pin yourself to staying home even longer than you might now if you take time while it is still only a light problem, yes? And that should you end up staying at home longer than you might now that you will likely be more upset at your predicament than a short time of mild frustration at my suggestion.”

She respects him enough to stay quiet as he lectures her. Respects him enough that she’s truly listening to him, and so as he explains the reality of not letting her ankle rest she calms down, can’t do anything but accept it for the truth it is. So when he stops talking, she doesn’t instantly counter all of his arguments and throws the idea of rest out the window again. Instead she just looks at him for a few more moments, and when she eventually speaks next, the defiance has left her voice, which means the desperation becomes perfectly audible then.

“Can’t you just heal it or something?” She says, but it’s not really a question, more of a plea that perhaps this silly accident can be glossed over and she can go back to work, can stay and keep her mind occupied rather than go home to the utter loneliness of her apartment, to the emptiness that drives her crazy.

But she knows it’s useless, and so after another moment of silently looking at him with the plea almost visible in her eyes, she averts her eyes to the floor, shoulders slumping, her entire demeanour one of defeat.

“I don’t want to go home.”

And her voice is the tiniest it’s ever been, just a soft breath sighed out, a confession she doesn’t really want to make but that is too true to not speak.

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áiteanna x hermes

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(...) He nodded in agreement with the demigoddess. “I find humans to be, frustratingly single minded and stubborn. They cannot see anything beyond their own goals.” A hint of sadness tinged his voice as his mind drifted back many ages ago to one in particular who had been most incredibly stubborn. His determination was both, as he said frustrating, but also admirable. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned, putting those memories aside. “It’s true that humans can be very small minded. But I do hope that doesn’t keep you from exploring their world a bit. As a god of travel I feel slightly obligated to at least plug that in somehow.”

She lets out an amused little huff when the Greek god speaks of his own opinion on humans, raises her eyebrows lightly at him, but doesn’t interrupt him and lets him say what he wants to say. She can’t help smiling in amusement when he attempts to convince her to still travel despite humans’ somewhat annoying little tendencies, then quite casually lifts a hand to wave off his suggestion.

“Not to be rude, uncle, but what you said of humans can be said of deities just the same,” she responds to him easily. “Single minded? Stubborn? Don’t see beyond their own goals? Sounds very recognisable from just about anyone on this island.” She gives a little shrug of her shoulders, then breathes out a small chuckle of amusement.

“Travelling is not for me, at least not yet. Maybe I’ll get tired of the familiarity of this island in a couple of years, maybe I’ll find someone that’ll make me want to stick around, who shall say? In any case, I feel no urge to leave just yet, have no intention of giving up my wings just because humans never learned how to fly.”

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áiteanna x hermes

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(...) However he did not expect to find another so high in the trees with him. Interesting. Without hesitation he joined the young demigoddess, curious as ever. It appeared he wasn’t the only one who like to simply observe. “You’re entire life really? That is surprising indeed. I never know who I’m going to meet on this island. But I think the fact that you chose to stay here for your entire life is even more shocking. I honestly couldn’t imagine that.”  He’d never stayed in one place for very long. At this point he didn’t even know if he could.

She huffs out a little amused smile. “There was one year where I was crazy enough to head to the mainland to go to university somewhere out there.” She waves a hand vaguely in the direction of where she knows the South Korean mainland to be. “But I did not quite like being cooped up within their imaginationless boundaries, so I returned home the instant it was possible and since then I have lived here.”

It might sound boring to one like him, to one of the ever travelling folk, to a god with winged shoes and the world at his feet. To her, it was absolutely perfect. She had everything she could need. Now that her mother has been gone for so long, though, she doesn’t think there is still that same level of satisfaction to be found in the island’s never changing borders.

“Humans are very strange and hard to have conversation with. Their view is so limited, curbed by their incapacity to imagine a life beyond the few decades of it they’re given.”

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cispheil x callum

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(...) Before he knew it he was dressed in a blue cotton shirt questioning his life choices as who he assumed was his team cam up with some sort of plan on how to beat the other team. If this had been a professional game he would have just bout the team or bribed them to lose but sadly, there would be none of that now. The whistle blew and he did his best to do as little as possible without just leaving. Sports were never his forte.

The game starts and Aislinn focuses most of her attention on playing, though occasionally she looks over in Callum’s direction to see if he’s holding up alright. He seems to not be playing much, never goes for the ball and tries to pass it on to another player as soon as it ends up in his hands. She can’t quite blame him for it, but a part of her wishes he would enjoy this more than he seems to do.

Still, she knows it’s not within her capacity to make everyone around her happy every moment of every day and so she lets him do what it is he feels most comfortable doing, tries her best to be an active enough player for the both of them combined, until eventually a sharp whistle announces the halfway break and they all head over to the side of the field to sit on the bleachers for a minute, drink some water, stretch if necessary.

“Good game guys,” their temporary leader says, then turns a gaze over to the demigod. “Callum, was it? We could really use you as a more active member of the team. We’re sort of playing one man short right now with the way you’re just avoiding the game. Did you not sign up to play here yourself?”

Ash glances over at her newly made friend as well, gauges his response to the words, though she figures he’ll just wave it off, tell them it was a bad idea to begin with, and she thinks it’s sad, but sometimes it is like that, too.

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droch-ádh x apollo

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(...) “You’re absolutely right,” he confirms as he inspects her swelling ankle. “You’re going to be fine.”

  He looks up at her then and adds, “Because you’re going to stay home for a while.”

Apollo is there in all of his glory, nice clothes and stern look and everything, and she’s loathe to be confronted with any of it, doesn’t want to be faced with his polite conversation nor his care for her wellbeing. She just wants to get back up and do her goddamn job, but clearly that’s not in the books for today and it’s annoying her to no ends.

Then he seems to agree with her, and hope blossoms in her chest that she might just get out of it with a little ‘just be careful’ or something like that, but the next moment his gaze lifts up to meet hers and he’s telling her she will be staying home for a while.

“What!?” Is her instant response, and it’s a testimony to how out of sorts she is that the word is spoken in such a harsh manner, none of her usual good nature nor politeness anywhere in sight. “There’s absolutely no point in me staying home for a while,” she says, quite bluntly so, and if she’s reverting to her mother tongue just to spit out a few curses then she can’t even be bothered to care about that too.

“You can’t make me,” she protests eventually, and though she’s not actually glaring, her displeased gaze upon him could just as well be described such, even if moments later she finds her eyes filling with tears at the mere thought of being stuck at home with nothing to do, with nowhere specific to go. Stuck on her couch waiting for her body to heal.

“I won’t.”

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Threshold || with Ash

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(...) Without waiting for an answer, Yako slips through the door and into the sauna, using the little wooden cup by the heating stones and filling it with water, then throwing the water over the stones so fresh steam rises and floods the room. Yako then goes to lay down on one of the tiers of wooden benches and relaxes into it as much as she can. “Ash, come in! The water’s fine~!”

“Nah, my nails are good,” she shrugs off the offer of getting their nails done, has never been a big fan of other people poking and prodding at her nailbeds before then attempting to put a colour to her nails which she knows will be gone again in a few days at most because she uses her hands way too often for the polish to have a long lifespan.

She follows Yako as the other girl goes by all the saunas and eventually stops at the second to last one, in turn also the second to hottest. She gives a shrug of her shoulders again, followed by a nod of her head and a smile. The Norse girl is already off into the room and so Ash follows behind her, pulling the door closed as she’s inside and then spreading her towel out on the wooden benches.

Admittedly it is most definitely a relief to stretch her body out on the towel and let the intense heat seep into her skin, warm her from the inside out until there is not a cold bit left inside of her. She lets out a deep, relaxing sigh once she settles down, and closes her eyes in contentment. “Ah,” she breathes out happily. “This is just what I needed after a long day.”

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cispheil x callum

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(...) He hadn’t really planned on making friends during his time here, especially with all this being temporary but, when he’d found someone he could speak with in his own language the two of them seemed to have immediately bonded over that. He suspected she mostly tolerated him because finding someone who spoke Gaelic on this island was rare but he took what he could get. Didn’t mean he couldn’t still complain though. “One match. Or round or whatever you call it. And if it goes as horrendously as I think it will I’m calling it early.”

He says it can only end one way, and she wants to respond that it’s no problem because they have great healers on the island, but she figures that is probably not the best way to convince him to do this, and so she merely smiles, allows him to remain hesitant about any of it as long as he does it on the court rather than on the bleachers next to it. Then he concedes to one match - or whatever she wanted to call it - and she beams him the brightest smile ever, her entire features both softening and warming with the delight of it.

“Agreed,” she says easily. “Just this one match and after this you can do whatever you want, be that yoga or swimming or just going home and never coming out again for fear of getting hurt.” She makes sure to add just enough of a jab into those last words to probably spark his pride, but she nods in the direction of the game leader before he can respond to it, and the man instantly starts to explain the rules of the game in quick succession to make sure all the volunteers that don’t play the game often will know what is and isn’t allowed.

Within moments their team has gathered together on their own side, their bright blue shirts indicating which team they’re on, compared to the red shirts on the opposite side. She pulls Callum to join her in the huddle of their teammates, to make sure he at least takes in their faces a moment as well, before listening to their team leader quickly explaining that they’re just here to have fun and to not take it to heart too much if they’d lose.

Then everyone’s taking in their places, the objective clear enough, and the team leaders go to the middle to try and get the ball first, the game starting with a simple toss of the orange plastic.

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áiteanna x hermes

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“Oh I don’t know about that. How many places have you been to in this world that house god and demigod side by side without killing each other or throwing the world into complete chaos?” He had been surprised himself to find that this island was mostly under control and it’s residents well behaved. “Of course that can’t last forever but still, it’s quite an accomplishment to get this many powerful beings together while still keeping civil.” 

Her gaze lifts from where she had been looking down at the world below them to go over to the deity at her side. Admittedly she hadn’t expected to get any company while seated on the highest branch of the tallest tree in the forest, but then apparently this Greek god with the winged shoes had changed that expectation swiftly. Perhaps he’d been interested in the girl sitting so high up in a tree, perhaps he had merely been bored and decided to come talk to her. She doesn’t know what drove him here, only knows that she has not met him before, that he must not have been at Mount Phoenix long.

“I was referring to this island being full of idiots,” she replies easily, no flicker of hesitation or fear in her gaze nor voice as she delivers the sentence quite levelly. “But sure, when you explain it like that it does become a bit of a special place. I’ve lived here my entire life, though, it has long lost its novelty to me.” She gives a little shrug of her shoulders, then motions down at the forest below them.

“This is the only place that still holds a surprise for me every time I visit.” This time the surprise is most definitely the deity choosing to take a seat next to her, but she leaves that unspoken. Instead she lets her gaze go over the treetops around them, to the long way down, and as ever she is empty of fear. It’s easy to topple over, to lose her grip and go down, sure, but falling never hurts, only landing does, and she’s got a pair of wings at the ready to keep her from doing the latter in any painful way.

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cispheil x callum

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“This is a bad idea. Scratch that. It’s a terrible idea! I’m not built for contact sports!” Admittedly Callum could be in better shape. He was fit but he was not strong in the least. So when he had let himself be talked into joining a basketball game at the local gym he was hoping he could try something new to exerciser other parts of his muscles that needed it in a fun way. But one look at the massive guys on the court had him turning around immediately to escape only to be pulled back by his trainer. “Honestly I can just as well go back to swimming and yoga. Who needs basketball to be healthy anyway right?” 

"You don’t need it to be healthy, but it can be fun,” Aislinn tells the young man whose hand she’s currently holding to prevent him from walking away. If there is one delight in having gotten to know him, it’s figuring out he’s Celtic, and that he speaks her mother tongue, so she does not hesitate to use it with him now - or any other time.

There’s a small smile on her face, softening the shortness of her words as she adds: “Also you signed up for this match, the teams will be uneven if you leave.” She doesn’t particularly drag him back onto the court, but she does keep her fingers gently wrapped around his hand, the grip quite solid despite how it might not feel like it, as she refuses to let go of him just yet.

“Come on, they’re not going to harm you, everyone’s just here to play. And I’m on your team too, do I look any stronger than you are?” She probably is, if only because of her lineage and the years spent working at the gym so far, but she is also slight of built and definitely not as tall as half the people on the court. “Besides, half of those are on our team. You’ll be fine. If  you hate it you never have to do it again, but who knows? You might just like it.”

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droch-ádh x apollo

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This is not how days are supposed to go.

She is not supposed to find herself in a chair in her boss’ office, leg raised and resting upon a little stool while she waits for the colleague who brought her there to return with said boss.

She is most definitely not supposed to feel like her ankle is sprained, because she is a daughter of the Morrigan, should have lightning-fast reflexes and battle instincts that rival those of any trained soldier.

Apparently even her godly lineage can’t battle the bone-deep exhaustion of many nights unslept. And apparently her body, her brain and the treadmill behind her collaborated to make her trip, twist her ankle in an attempt to keep her balance and then barely manage avoiding faceplanting into the floor by putting her hands out first and somehow scraping them on the smooth floor.

Without fear of being heard, she heaves a deep sigh and lowers her head into her hands for a moment, absolutely giving up on any kind of hope for the day. She only lifts it again when she hears the footsteps indicating the arrival of her boss, and she locks eyes with him the moment he’s inside.

“I’ll be fine,” she says instantly, almost defensively, not wanting to hear one more comment on how ‘surprisingly clumsy you are today, ash, haha’. “I’ll put some ice on it and it’ll be better in the morning.” Probably the same way the bags under her eyes are better in the morning; still there and growing worse but she ignores them a bit more every day.

Still, she keeps her gaze on her boss for a moment longer, as if to make sure he’ll believe her like that. As if to make sure he won’t make her explain the stumble, or the bags under her eyes, or the overall lack of proper attention she’s been portraying lately.

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seiceáil x pan

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The wild does not sleep at night. The wild lives and breathes when the creatures of day are most dead to the world, and the creatures of fang and claw and flashlight eyes take the darkened world by storm. It is for this reason that Pan, as always, feels the presence of a demigod enter his forest. He knows this enemy - that of his lover’s but just a little weaker. Aislinn. As for why she is entering the forest at night, Pan cannot fathom. It’s not that he’s worried about her; Aislinn is more than capable of holding her own when she needs to, and besides, the creatures of the forest - generally speaking - know not to harm her. Most of them like her, even.

But the question stands.

Rather than rise from his wildflower throne, Pan twirls his fingers and closes his eyes to become the wind, whispering through it as it passes over Aislinn’s form. The branches of trees around her shake to play the song of leaves that is the sound of Pan’s mild amusement and curiosity. The forest itself quivers with vitality.

“What has brought you into my forest so late, my dear?”

She walks ever with quiet steps, the forest like a second home to her, even if her parental lineage gives her no ties to it at all. Except for the wings she can grow, the bird shape she can take on, there is absolutely no connection between her and the forest. Except that its keeper is her uncle, and perhaps the only other person as close to her mother as she is.

So if she’s here more for her own peace of mind than to make sure that he is fine, that is not necessarily something the world needs to know.

She smiles as the wind brings her the sound of her uncle’s voice, and tilts her head to let it brush past her face, kiss her cheeks and allow her to breathe in the scent of nature. Only when it’s fully passed does she open her eyes and lower her head. She doesn’t really look in a particular direction, knows the god of the wild isn’t necessarily anywhere nearby, and so she just speaks out loud, figures he will hear her fine.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she says, crouches down to run her fingers through the grass near her feet. “Figured I’d come check if you were still alive, uncail. Feels like it’s been forever.”

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jacket – Aryeh gives Aislinn their jacket

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For a few, long moments, Aislinn looks down at the jacket that was put in her hands by the girl opposite her, taking in the piece of clothing with clear confusion. Eventually she raises her head to look at the girl - someone she doesn’t think she knows - before looking back down at the jacket.

“I- Uh...” She utters, before looking at herself, checking to see if her dress is maybe torn or perhaps her boobs are showing in some way that she didn’t notice before, but everything seems to be in order, and so she cannot understand why she was given the jacket.

Then she considers that perhaps the girl just wants her to hold it for a moment, and so she looks back up at the other, takes her in for a moment and then moves to put the jacket over her other arm. “Did you need me to hold this?” She asks, quietly, hoping that she isn’t missing an obvious thing and inadvertedly insulting the stranger opposite her by asking this.

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bed – Krystal makes Aislinn lie-down

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"Truly, doctor Jung, I’m fine,” she insists for the umpteenth time since being brought to the hospital by one of her coworkers. “It’s nothing bad, no broken bones, I just need to rest I don’t need to get xrays taken or anything.”

But just like her client, her coworker and the nurses, the doctor doesn’t listen to her proclamation and merely puts a hand on her shoulder to push her down into a lying position. She heaves a deep sigh but moves along, not wanting to be the annoying patient causing a fuss, and so she swings both legs onto the bed, makes sure to settle them down gently, and then closes her eyes.

“I know what a broken bone feels like,” she says lightly. “I’ve been injured before. It really isn’t that bad. But I’ll let you do what you must in case I am wrong. Just please don’t send me into the radiology department, I will come out worse than I went in.” She lifts an arm to put it over her eyes, heaving another sigh as her body almost automatically relaxes into the mattress, though she stays alert just in case the doctor might do something she is not prepared for.

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jacket – Amber gives Aislinn their jacket

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"Oh,” she says in slight surprise when suddenly there’s a jacket draped around her shoulders, covering her bare arms from the sudden outside cold. “Thanks.” She beams a bright, grateful smile at the young woman next to her, then takes hold of the edges of the jacket so she can huddle into it more. “I didn’t realise it’d gotten this cold outside.”

Her gaze wanders over their surroundings, the lamplit street outside the club she’d been spending her evening - and apparently part of the night already too - in. She’d come with friends, but those had been lost to her throughout the course of the night, so when she eventually needed a breath of fresh air, she’d stepped out alone.

She’s quite happy with the unexpected company, though, thinks that this blue-haired young woman might just be a gift from the gods - which she probably is in a way, considering everyone here is either a deity themselves or a child of one.

“I’m Aislinn,” she says, gives a nod of her head at the young woman and smiles at her warmly. “Or Ash. I’m just out for some fresh air, is it okay if I keep this a minute?”

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“True love never runs smoothly.”

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Aislinn smiles at her friend when he tells her this, looking at him over the rim of her glass for a few moments, before she puts the colourful drink down.

“Now, I am in no way an expert on this. In fact, my level of personal expertise is absolute zero and I can only speak from stories read and heard, but...” She pauses for a moment, reaches out to pick up one of the snacks before she focuses her gaze back on Taeyong.

“It seems to me like true love is the one thing in all of life that should run smoothly, no? Like, if there’s anything that’s going to work out fine, shouldn’t it be true love?” She gives a little shrug of her shoulders then, pops the snack into her mouth and then chews and swallows it easily.

“I’m just saying... That seems the more obvious way of how things would go. Might just be me, though.”

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“Even devils have the power to assume a pleasing shape.”

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There’s a momentary silence as Aislinn tries her very best to keep her - usually quite even - temper under control, but this isn’t the first time she passes by the shop past ten pm and finds the little girl either not having gotten any dinner at all, or only having been thrown whatever readily available food there was to be had, and it’s never proper food anyway.

“Well you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” The words make it past her lips before she is full well aware of it, and she knows she should apologise, should somehow back down and let the goddess have the last word because things might end badly if she doesn’t, but she can’t. Perhaps it’s puberty still holding her in its clutches, or maybe it’s just the fact that she can’t imagine a mother taking such absentminded care of her child.

“She is a child,” she therefore continues saying, puts her hands on the little girl’s shoulders to keep her with her, and mostly out of the way of her mother’s wrath should there be any, and fixes her angry gaze on the goddess fully then. “She is growing up and needs proper nutrients as well as a diverse and interesting life. Other children to play with, time to just enjoy herself. She’s not supposed to do your work because you’re too inebriated to do it yourself.”

The silence that falls after her loudly and angrily spoken words seems all encompassing, and for a moment Aislinn thinks quite seriously so that she might just die this very day. Then she glances down at the little girl, and she thinks perhaps if she is killed here and now, someone will at least figure out that the child needs better care.