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Tohil | Mayan God of Fire | This blog is strictly for rp purposes @Mount Phoenix

[exmposiris]

[ breathing room ]

@mptohilx 

[exmptohilx]

[...] “after that, though...” he lifts his head briefly so he can share a smile with his lover. “let’s say goodbye to everyone we need to say goodbye to and then leave tomorrow night.”

The gleam of excitement for a new expedition in his eyes dimmed when Osiris didn’t say ‘yes’, but the follow-up explanation came as a healing ointment to the ache. “Uh-kay, I get it,” the reassuring smile on his painted face emphasized that statement; Tohil also had just found out another thing he absolutely loved about Osiris. That strong sense of responsibility and loyalty to the right matters and the right individuals Osiris possessed made him even more ridiculously attractive, so much so that Tohil couldn’t help but lean in to leave a big smooch on his lover’s lips. 

“Right, you’re right though, I should let the fire team know that I’m eloping with you, and that they are on their own from there onward.” He stated half-jokingly, yet it was a firm decision to submit his resignation letter to the MPFD right when the morning came. This should be considered a major character development for Tohil, since informing people about his next moves was pretty much against his inherently unpredictable nature. 

Tohil almost didn’t notice that they were already getting into the Egyptian’s apartment buildings; most of his attention was still glued on Osiris and their impromptu-yet-well-planned scheme to depart the island. 

“I’m ready to go once you’re ready,” he affirmed Osiris as his love suggested the time to move out. Excitement and anticipation for the new chapter of their story remained bright in his eyes and smile, even though hints of sheepishness were visible around the corners of his lips at the ‘confession’, “though I don’t want to put myself through the farewell thingy, it’s just too much saying and hearing goodbyes, you know. So please help me send best wishes to our friends, won’t you, love? You can feel free to tell them that I’m too cowardly to say those things to them on my own, ‘cause that’s the truth.”

[exmposiris]

[ breathing room ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

it’s a peaceful quiet that has overtaken him now that the festivities lie fully behind them. he’s still shirtless and covered in tohil’s fire but he actually quite likes the way it wraps him up, makes him certain that his lover is still with him, right there next to him. not that they’re not holding hands like they have been for the bigger part of the evening whenever they found themselves next to each other, but still. the extra layer of reassurance and comfort makes him feel warm inside. and yet, when he walks slowly towards his apartment, where he’s already asked tohil to spend the rest of the night with him, he finds himself looking around the city with a certain feeling wrapping around his heart and squeezing at his throat almost gently.

the sign is subtle, but obvious enough, and with it having been around for a while now, he thinks it’s perhaps time to finally give in to its insistent pull. still, there is one complication now, an unexpected one, but one that he does not take lightly. one that he wants to treat right.

“tohil,” he says softly after a moment, treasuring the gentle path the flames trace across his skin, almost the same way his thumb traces a path over the back of tohil’s hand, over the side of his lover’s thumb. “love. i think i need to leave this place for a while.” he turns his gaze away from the city then so that he can look at his lover’s face, let his gaze trail over those familiar features, even when they’ve been streaked with blue paint and addled to look more like his own form once upon a time. “i need to let the memories of this place become true memories before i can live here again in the future.”

he breathes out a slow sigh, his thumb still running gently over tohil’s skin, grounding him, linking him to the one thing he could not bear to leave behind, not now that he so recently managed to get it back into his life. “would you-” he pauses, then starts again. “will you come with me?”

[exmptohilx]

As the night got older and Hallow’s Eve became so yesterday, Tohil found his hand stayed linked to Osiris’ as they sauntered back to his love’s apartment for a long-awaited stayover. The party’s aftermath was still fresh enough for the fire on Osiris’ costume to keep its warmth and brightness, and it was almost comical how a few residents in the buildings had mistaken them for each other. 

It was a lovely evening, probably one of the loveliest he had ever had since his comeback to the island. The god of fire was simply enjoying the moment, letting himself go deeper into the love they shared when his name was called and Osiris immediately got his attention in full package, with a happy smile as a free gift, “Yes, love?”

And when Osiris stated the wish to take his leave from the island, Tohil realized that even though he hadn’t gotten himself particularly ready for the news, he had always been more than willing to comply with whatever plan Osiris might have for him. For them. Because now two had become one, and there was no force in this universe that could dream of separating them ever again, not time, and absolutely not his ‘death’. 

The way he looked up at Osiris, who was still wrapped in the grandeur of the magical flame just like Tohil himself was once upon a time, couldn’t get any more gentle. Love for Osiris burned bright in his dark orbs, making his verbal response to his darling’s question redundant somehow. 

“Don’t you remember, Osiris? You’re a part of my fate. Wherever you go, I’ll follow, it’s always as simple as that.” 

Tohil took his turn to briefly look at the city surrounding them, knowing that at some points, he would miss it, but it wasn’t something he couldn’t bear. The only unbearable thing for him would be a life spent without Osiris. The gentle squeeze of his fingers around Osiris’ hand affirmed it. 

“When are we leaving?” The real question was asked once their eyes met again. Under the blue paint, Tohil felt his skin warm up with readiness and anticipation. “Now?”

[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmptohilx]

[...] “don’t try,” he says then, but it’s said softly, with great warmth while he reaches down and gently brushes a finger over tohil’s cheek. “don’t try to be good for me. you are good for me. all you need to do is stay with me. love me. show me.” and then, as if to give an example of exactly how one could do that, he leans in to kiss the other god again, slow but deep, lingering. “keep me, lover mine,” he eventually whispers against tohil’s lips, in between one kiss and the next, and really ordering dinner will have to wait until later, because he’s devouring something else first.

“Uhm…yeah, try.” Tohil couldn’t help parroting that single word Osiris sent back to him, eyes remained open wide, lips pressed tight, and his head nodded continually in great eagerness to prove himself. 

His mouth was agape as Osiris pulled away from their close contact, looking like a life decision had just been made, and Tohil had absolutely no idea what it might be. 

“Wait, wait where are we going?!” The god of fire felt like he finally got a taste of his own medicine, for there were butterflies in his stomach while he was following Osiris to wherever he was led. But unlike his impulsive self, Osiris was quick to give an explanation, which still made Tohil wonder if spontaneity could be transmitted through kisses. 

“Oh…okay, just-” 

But Tohil didn’t have the chance to finish whatever he wanted to say, for all words and thoughts escape him right when he was ordered by Osiris’s hand not to take a seat on the couch, but to lay down on it. By the time he registered the fact that Osiris was straggling him, exuding divinity from every millimeter of the god he was, Tohil had come to a very solid conclusion that yes, not only spontaneity but also his craziness had transmitted to Osiris through their touches. 

But again, whatever, Tohil didn’t care, cannot care that much, for most of his existence was now getting overwhelmed by Osiris’ affirmation and gentle kisses. For a split second, Tohil got mad at himself for not being able to retain the memories they shared. Most of the things he knew about Osiris, about them, were revived through verbal stories and anecdotes that he could never cross-check on his own. And there was still the risk, the curse, that one day he would forget about these moments as well. One day, he would forget that he brought a giant rose bouquet and a bottle of fine wine for dinner at Osiris’ apartment, that he was one hour earlier than the appointed time, that there were confessions and there were kisses over the countertop, and that homemade dinner was canceled halfway because Osiris got infected with his impulsiveness, and… and… 

“Osiris, I-” 

Such a miracle that Tohil was still able to find his voice, but that was it, that was all of the syllables his parching throat could utter while the surprise in his eyes started to shift, quickly, into the flame that only his love could ignite.  

[exmptohilx]

𝕸𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖝 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜'𝖘 𝕰𝖛𝖊 𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖑 2022

Fervid and grandiose, checked. With a vicious cycle ended and true love rekindled, Tohil has more than he needs to push the boat out for this Hallow's Eve Ball. Lots of bluish-green body paint, bandages, silicon, and gold have been invested in making the self-proclaimed best Osiris costume the island has ever seen. Except for the entrance, the crook and flail would be secured in the hidden pockets so that they wouldn't hinder the wild Tohil from having fun, also to keep the flame on his love Osiris' @mposiris costume under full control.

(Cre: ©DeNA - https://www.instagram.com/davidferreira3d/)

[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmptohilx]

[...] and when he then, eventually, pulls away for air, he opens his eyes and looks into tohil’s eyes with his very own fire burning behind his eyes. “you,” he says then, and his expression slowly shifts into an amused little smirk, though there’s nothing about his next words that he thinks is in any way funny. “i love you.”

Tohil was so ready for the worst when he saw Osiris darting towards him in full force. 

For a rather weird but probably reasonable reason, the Mayan god thought that he was about to get a punch from the god he had been clinging to from the beginning of their ‘date’. If that happened, and Tohil guessed he deserve it, then he would take it all without a single complaint. 

Yet, what had come to take his breath away once again was not a fist, but Osiris’ lips on his, commanding and demanding more than ever. 

Even the quiet gasp of surprise didn’t have a chance to survive the unpredictable ‘attack’, and Tohil was left with no choice but to comply with Osiris’ and his own raw desire. His arms quickly found their way to circle the taller god’s neck, allowing Osiris to take as much as he wished for he was freely giving himself away. In a fleeting thought, Tohil wondered if ever in his past lives he had refused Osiris anything, and for how much time had wasted for this moment to finally happen. But there was no time to find out the answer, for damn, damn, it seemed like Osiris was planning to really take his life away with his heaven-sent kisses.

The rather submissive position Tohil subconsciously put himself in turned out to help keep his inner fire under better control than the first time. It was still there, the flame he had rarely if ever felt prior to Osiris, still burning bright at an almost dangerous level of intensity, but this time, it felt more like a bonfire than a wildfire. The height difference between them didn’t require Tohil much effort, but he still tiptoed lightly to press their lips even closer against each other, with an obvious to seek further and deeper, to see if all of this was even real, or if it was just him having a fever dream.  

The strange yet familiar blaze in Osiris’ eyes, together with the other’s amused smirk and proudly stated love confession to him, quickly convinced Tohil that this was reality because even in his wildest dreamscape, there would be no way he could dream of Osiris telling that three words directly to him, twice. 

“Fuck, I do love you too!” Tohil finally heard himself say, still slightly out of breath after the second round of making out, but tenfold happier than he could imagine. 

There was a rare-to-be-seen sheepish grin on the Mayan god’s face as he looked into Osiris’ eyes and said, with love oozing out from his own sparkling eyes, “Can we be together? Like, officially together? I know I’m not the best at commitment, but uhmm…let me try? I want to try to be good for you, so, pretty please?”

[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmptohilx]

[...] “shall i continue with dinner?” he asks softly, his smile warm and somewhat amused, like he’s endeared by their mutual dislike of the mere thought of letting go. but really he’s just happy to be here, to have tohil with him, to share a moment with the fire god that is not wrought with pain or guilt or anything negative like that. “or shall i cancel dinner and we just move to go cuddle on the couch?”

For a split second, Tohil was terrified that he might set them both on fire, literally. 

Who in this entire universe could think that a kiss shared between two mortal vessels could possibly ignite a god of fire? To say he felt blazing sparks in the depth of his core wasn’t just a metaphor, and so their lips must be apart in Tohil’s utmost reluctance. With his skin remaining incredibly hot, it may be safer for their bodies to completely detach from each other, but ironically, the flame inside desperately needed Osiris’ touches to calm down. 

“You,” the Mayan god breathed out, heavy-laden words fell on his love’s shoulder as a response when his name was being called, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” 

And he stated that with a smile, the widest, stupidest, happiest smile a fire god could afford; even though Osiris couldn’t see it, he must have felt it by the way Tohil pressed it tight against the side of his neck. Tohil knew his breath must be a tad too warm not to bother his love in some kind of way, but heck, it was exactly what he wanted Osiris to feel. In the midst of this unexpected tidal of re-kindled emotions, Tohil couldn’t truly decipher what Osiris apologized for. But it was fair, he thought, for Osiris’s confession and tenderness was such a formidable force that effortlessly brought Tohil to his knees.  

When the inward wildfire started to subside and Tohil’s shamelessness began to re-emerge, the damn phone chimed in. Osiris loosening his arms around him elicited a low noise of protest from the fire god, and for a few seconds, Tohil proudly acted like a spoiled brat being denied what he wanted. But that sulkiness was wiped off once he noticed how much Osiris mutually disliked the physical separation even if it was just temporary. 

And then Osiris posed two important questions of the night, and Tohil was visibly torn between the options. His sin-stained mind was screaming at him to speak out the third choice, about skipping both dinner and cuddling on the couch and moving to something much more physically enchanting, but lord, oh lord, this was still their first date since Tohil’s new vessel. After planting a loving soft kiss on Osiris’ lips, just because his love was that irresistible, Tohil took a deep breath to push his burning desire aside, telling himself that it wouldn’t hurt (much) to let both of them focus on this tangible world for just a little bit longer. 

“Let me help with dinner, yes?” he still tried to bargain, however, since there was no way Tohil would allow himself to be more than two meters away from Osiris for the rest of the night. And for the rest of tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And forever and ever, it seemed. “At least I can take hot things out and put them on the plates, no sweats!”

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W by Windsor with Junho

[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmptohilx]

[...] their lips don’t fit together like they used to, like how he remembers, but somehow it still feels right anyway. he has to move slightly down to meet tohil now, but it manages to fit with the way their relationship has changed, he thinks, and then he thinks nothing much of anything at all anymore as he tightens his hold around tohil’s middle and coaxes him into opening his mouth so they can deepen their kiss.

The additional weight pressed upon him was as light as a feather. With Osiris in his arms, his heart being on cloud nine and his mind slipping into a trance-like state, Tohil felt truly, madly, deeply invincible. 

A whining protest rushed to the tip of his tongue at the first second of Osiris pulling away. No, no, no, no. The mighty god of fire, known as a destructive force that bears no bonds and tolerates no attachment, was now shamelessly showing off his desperate need to cling to the other god. But Osiris was not just another god. He was Osiris, the one and only Osiris who had been loving him for a thousand years, and would probably love him for some thousand more. Just as much as what Tohil was willing to do for him in return. 

“Osiris?” He whispered again the name of his love, who turned out to still be secured in his arms, with the only thing that changed was now he could see his own reflection in Osiris’ beautiful eyes. That alone had brought a stupidly bright smile back to Tohil’s bewildering face, and it was dimmed only when Osiris’ lips came closer to meet his in the midway. 

For the first few seconds, there was a teensy tiny bit of tension on Tohil’s side, all because of the sudden fear of doing something wrong and therefore ruining the kiss. For an ancient god, his lack of experience in the kissing domain was quite astounding. Yet, as if being able to read his mind, Osiris came in to take the lead, guiding the way to sink Tohil deeper into the kiss. 

And plunge into the kiss he did. He was impatient, he was feral, he wasn’t born with great self-control and was always on the verge of moral shortage, but, but, something about Osiris and this unplanned confession commanded him to be none of that. So just for this special occasion, Osiris got a gentle, visibly eager, yet still utterly gentle Tohil welcoming him to take whatever he fancied. 

Their chests were pressed tight enough that Osiris must have felt Tohil’s racing heartbeats, or that was what Tohil wished Osiris did. The passionate kiss, together with the heat emitted from his whole existence, quickly made Tohil find it hard to breathe. His fingers had already clutched at the back of Osiris’ shirt, hungrily asking for more, but didn’t know exactly what that ‘more’ should mean. 

And before Tohil realized it, he was whimpering, not to the point it would make a shameless god like him embarrassed just yet, but there wasn’t any guarantee that it wouldn’t get there. The fire god had just discovered that there was a kind of heat that he couldn't bear, and because he also still needed air to function, he painfully reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. 

“Osiris, I…” His brain stuck there, words barely heard as they came in gasps. In the middle of the brief yet intense emotional overload, Tohil sought comfort in no other but Osiris. With his sweaty forehead resting on his love’s shoulder and eyes squeezed shut, Tohil strived to chase his breath and calmed his crazy heartbeats down, hands still clinging tight to Osiris, silently begging him not to let go.

[mpxyanluo-deactivated20240828]

(un)invited.

mptohilx​:

[…] Tohil only hoped that the door-opening sound would not startle the other god if he was at home. It was around ten something in the evening, so unless the other god had been running an active nightlife, then he should be around to hear his name called by an uninvited guest, who had just settled himself on the turquoise-blue couch in the middle of the living area. 

“Mr Yanluo Wang, hello! You’ve got a guest!”

It’s telling that when the opening and closing of his front door, followed by a painfully familiar voice, feels normal to the god of death, then someone has left quite the impression on him. His dogs’ massive heads perk up from his lap. One minute they’re there, the next he can hear them bounding into the living room.

Yanluo takes far more time, using this unexpected  but always expected guest to take a break from his post-work duties. It would seem he is unenthusiastic—he gets in honestly—but the look on the god’s face when he descends the stairs to see Tohil on his sofa is pleasing. Sort of like the satisfaction one gets baiting a big fish from a small pond. The dogs are much more showy in their affections though, climbing the sofa on either side of Tohil respectively.

“Traitors,” Yanluo says, but he isn’t actually wounded. It’s a familiar sight, if only disturbed by the glaring fact that Tohil has not popped up for some time. And that there’s a difference in that burning aura of his. Like a new flame, but no less dull. 

Yanluo shakes his head, arms folded in scrutiny. “I honestly do not understand why you of all people represent public safety. Will you ever learn how to knock? Or ring a doorbell? Like a respectful being?”

[exmptohilx]

It was happening for just some hot moments, but Tohil had already believed that this would be added to his favourite leisure pursuits. Barging into the residence of a stranger who had learned about his past, turning their couch into his throne, and scritching the two lovely dogs’ heads while gracefully ignoring their owner’s presence in the room. Very entertaining, wasn’t it?

The fact that the two giant puppies just went straight to claim seats on both sides and happily accepted his affectionate touches spoke volumes. Tohil, as the god of a destructive natural force, didn’t have a good reputation in the animal kingdom, including some of the mystical creatures. To see someone’s pets being this welcoming to him meant the connection between him and their owner was, at least, not as hostile as Yanlou’s words tried to be. 

“Well, you should have learned well by now that I can be anything but a respectful being.” There was no venom in his response, while the mischievous smirk flashed at Yanluo as an indication of his inherent defiance. Quite a lot had changed, but not even death could affect Tohil’s untameable core. 

He paused fondling the dogs just to give Yanluo Wang a little more attention, his eyes quickly scanned the god of death just like what he would do to a house on fire. Proper stance, razor-sharp features, neatly organized hair, and stoic facial expressions that could be intimidating to some but definitely not sufficient to humble his daredevil spirit. Keeping his head held high and his gleaming eyes locked with Yanlou Wang’s dark orbs, Tohil leant back on the couch, verbalizing his initial guess. 

“Since you’ve acted like I’ve got on your nerves on a daily basis, it’s safe to say that you’ve known the past me quite well.” That was also an indirect confirmation to the Chinese god of death that, yes, despite the very similar vessel, the Tohil he was talking to now had perfectly zero memory of who both of them used to be. 

“Do tell me, Mr I’m-too-cool-for-you,” Tohil leaned forwards to place some sticky notes Yanlou had left at his door on the coffee table, his stare was a dance of mischief and seriousness, “were you in love with me?”

[boynextdoors]

LEE JUNHO for BAZAAR (TAIWAN)

[soulprompts]

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

so, i absolutely love cooking! it's a passion of mine, i've been cooking for my family for years, people seem to find my food edible enough, and i recently found myself unable to cook at all for about a week, resulting in this little list coming into existence! i'm most likely going to make more of these, simply because the dynamics in a kitchen are varied as hell, right? we have romantic couples who cook together as a hobby, there's professional restaurant kitchen settings, baking oriented stuff, cooking with kids, there's a LOT to be done w the topic! so these are more for the chaos of someone who cannot boil an egg to save their life, vs. someone who enjoys cooking and is widely considered to be a dab hand at it! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST! but i do hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed making it!

" hey, hey, it's okay! we'll scrape off the burnt bits! "

" here, let me chop the onions, okay? you can dice the peppers and beef; just be sure to do them on separate boards, yeah? "

" you... you know the wine was for the stew, don't you?! "

" i swear to you, i don't know how this happened. i followed every single instruction, word for word! "

" taste this and tell me what you think! "

" oh my god... this is AMAZING! you should have your own cooking show! "

" you're kidding me! no way this whole thing is vegan! it's just too good! "

" so, um... i might have possibly accidentally tipped the entire jar of cayenne pepper into the soup... and by might have, i mean definitely. "

" i think i'm gonna have to ask you to leave the kitchen before you hurt somebody. "

" it says here to fold in the eggs... now, tell me, how exactly does one do that? "

" i might have over-exaggerated my cooking skills... and blown up the oven. "

" look, it sounds gross, but i'm telling you, when it's cooked right, it's the best thing ever! "

" i lied to my date and now they think i'm this amazing cook when i'm absolutely not, so please, can you spare me the lecture and just teach me how to cook? "

" woah, woah, woah... try chopping like this. yeah, that's it. you won't chop off your hand this way. "

" so, um... how exactly did it manage to stay frozen solid on the inside, but scorch to a crisp on the outside? "

" okay, remember when it asked for fifty grams of sugar? yeah. i accidentally used salt. "

" well, at least we know the smoke alarms work, right? "

" i ruined three knives, i have a roast chicken embedded in my ceiling, my oven officially needs therapy, and so do i! wanna call it quits and order a pizza? "

" i swear, you're one of those kitchen gods who can make ice cubes taste fantastic! "

" this is the fun part! take that tenderiser, and beat the absolute crap out of that pile of steaks. "

" i'm trying so hard not to judge you right now, but... onion goggles?! "

" how on earth did you get pasta sauce on the ceiling? "

" you know every single firefighter in town knows my name? and my top three favorite comfort foods to bring each time i trigger the fire alarm? yeah. that's my culinary reputation. "

" hey. it's okay. this isn't the first time i've burnt dinner. i have taco bell on speed dial. "

" sometimes recipes just don't work out. and that's okay! what matters is that you tried. "

" i didn't realize it was even possible to burn water! "

" ah... i see where you went wrong. the recipe uses paprika. this is chilli powder. "

" quit eating the batter, or we'll have no cupcakes at all! "

" no! no way. i'm not tasting anything cooked by you; not since your orange juice gave me food poisoning. "

" the last time i tried to cook, my pot roast ended up on fire and put a hole in my dry wall. i had to hang paintings over it until i could refill the crater. "

" no, you cannot cook chicken medium-rare. wanna know why? because that means it's raw. and you'll end up with food poisoning. and i'll have to tell you what a moron you were to even think that was an acceptable thing to do in the first place. "

" i thought you teaching me how to cook would be all soft and friendly, like the great british bake-off! but it's more like hell's kitchen. "

" no tears in my kitchen, thank you! "

" six fires in three hours is your personal best! only problem is, we're making fruit salad... "

" i understand that it's meant to be salted caramel, but... exactly how much salt did you use?! "

[exmptohilx]

all hail the chaos

[ with Ares ]

[exmptohilx]

“How do I know I was actually the one who made you forget your own name and only scream mine?” The Mayan god of fire looked aside and up to smirk at the hardly-be-seen sight of a genuinely amused Ares. As they sauntered to and into Ares’ office, Tohil listed out what he knew the Greek god of war had done to get him back to Mount Phoenix. 

“You crossed an ocean, traipsed a desert, and climbed up a mountain to seek for my shrine, even put yourself through a whole long ass ritual to summon me, twice. If that ain’t the power of a good fucking, then enlighten me.” 

It was said half-jokingly, but there was a sincere appreciation for what Ares had done in the name of chaotic friendship, or whatever they had ever cared to label themselves as before fate snatched the old Tohil by the neck. This scandalous Greek god had proved himself to be fun to stick around, so much that on the way to entering the office, Tohil generously flashed Ares a big grin at his suggestive compliment and openly shameless head-to-toe look. 

Just like what he had been doing since the moment he walked into the building, Tohil scanned the boss’ private office, both as a curious newcomer and a trained firefighter. He knew he was still quite new to the job, but speedy adaptation had been long one of the fire god’s few acknowledged virtures.  

“Uh huh, I bet the old Tohil also didn’t tell you that this whole building needs to step up its game in fire safety,” Tohil left a remark before waving his hand at Ares dismissively, implying that anything on the wet bar would work perfectly well for him. 

Settling himself down comfortably on the leather couch, Tohil let himself watch attentively how Ares’ hands skillfully moved to mix up the drinks, also did or did not allow his mind to wander, just a few tiny steps further from reality. 

“So this whole fancy brothel thingy is originally your idea, right? Mind if I wanna know better how things are run here?” Tohil asked, obsidian orbs kept looking around and head leisurely turning from side to side for a better look until they got bored and returned to pay whole attention to Ares. 

[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmptohilx]

[...] “stay.” it’s more of an exhalation than a word, but it’s spoken nonetheless, suspended in the air in front of him while his thumb still softly brushes tohil’s hand and he leans back ever so slightly, solidifying the contact between their bodies. then another exhale, perhaps even more quiet than the last: “i love you.”

It felt like coming home. A home that Tohil hadn’t realized he had until arms wrapped around warm skin, until gentle fingers soothed the roaring fire in his fragile veins. 

The restless monster inside the god of fire was finally getting some rest. The rage was quieted down, the thirst was quenched, and the heart was singing. Tohil let out a soft sigh, which he was sure could be felt by Osiris through the thin layer of fabric. 

This was only their second official meet since his new vessel, but now Tohil was assured that what Skuld had told him was true. No matter how many goodbyes had been said or unsaid, he would always, always, fall in love with Osiris right at the first sight. 

“I have never wanted to leave you,” Tohil whispered, a confession that somewhat sounded like an apology. It almost felt like he was lying, for there was no past living inside his mind that could provide proof, but since his heart and soul were cheering, then the truth it was. 

Cheek pressed against back muscle, along with the tighter embrace around Osiris’ torso, was Tohil’s response to the other’s request for him to stay. As if he ever wanted to let go of him again. He was at home, he was right there at home with the only magnetic force in this entire universe that could have the ancient wildfire wrapped around his fingers. Where else should he leave for? 

The serenity was only quivered at the three quietest, yet rawest words Osiris decided to utter. The suddenly rising tidal of feelings immediately got Tohil choked up; he had tried to speak, yet everything he could do was re-burying his face into its safe place on the other’s back. He held on to Osiris as if he was the final lifebuoy found, feeling so small in the vast ocean of Osiris’ love. 

No one was sure how long had passed, but that didn’t matter, for Tohil believed he would still struggle all the same no matter how much time he was given to find his words. 

“I do love you too, Osiris,” the god of fire articulated despite his rising body temperature, a telltale sign of how much he was trying not to combust from all the feelings he was feeling for Osiris right then, “and I believe I’ll keep falling for you over and over, til the end of my existence. You’re a part of my fate.” 

[exmptohilx]

Sυɱɱҽɾ Gαʅα 2022

With or without his memories, Tohil will always be ready to party, although it might be a pleasant surprise to some that he goes for a calmer, more mature style for the gala this year. He can be seen wandering around the hall, drinking and chatting with everyone and anyone. However, guarantee that the god will show up whenever being 'summoned' by his absolutely stunning best friend Skuld @mp-skuld.

[exmposiris]

[ fan the flames ]

@mptohilx 

[exmposiris]

(…)  Half boldly, half shamelessly, Tohil sneaked up from behind Osiris, his chest only an inch away from pressing tight against the other’s back, even though the kitchen still had enough space for a couple more people to fit in comfortably. “So… what are we making here?”

of course there is no such thing as tohil being in his apartment and actually sitting still and not distracting osiris. or well; there isn’t anymore now that tohil has burned up and taken on a new vessel. because there was such a thing before, and it had hurt him to his very core. so no matter how disgruntled he makes sure to look in tohil’s direction when he enters the kitchen and comes to stand so close there is almost no personal space left in existence, he secretly is more than happy about it.

a secret that becomes not so secret when tohil leans in to peak over his shoulder and osiris… osiris leans back, closing that last bit of distance between tohil’s chest and his back, and then tilting his head back just a tad so he can press a brief and absolutely chaste kiss to tohil’s cheek. “we aren’t making anything here,” he says as he straightens back up, forcing himself away from the comfort of their touch just because he can’t indulge in it too much. what if it breaks his heart again?

so he focuses all of his attention on the food and tries hard not to notice the way tohil’s warmth burns just bare inches away from his own body. “i am making food here, and if you distract me there’ll be nothing edible about it, so please refrain from doing that.” and yet, despite his words, he doesn’t push tohil away, doesn’t move further away from him either, simply stays there and maybe even hopes that tohil will not listen once again and instead perhaps wrap his arms around osiris’ middle and stand so close the stove will feel cool to his touch instead.

[exmptohilx]

Tohil was shameless. Or was that because the whatsoever Osiris was making him feel there that rendered him shameless? That would be a query the Mayan god of fire could never have enough care in the world to find out the answer for. 

Right then, everything he cared about was getting as close to Osiris as his body was screaming at him to be. Osiris was literally magnetic, Tohil swore, for Tohil found it impossible to remove himself even only half a step away from the other god’s back; his fingers and his arms suddenly got terribly itchy to move and touch. 

But holy guacamole, before he could take another step to gain the Uttermost Shameless God of Mount Phoenix, Osiris seemed to notice his desperation and take pity on him with not only a soft skin contact, but also a peck on his cheek. Tohil now could swear that he just saw all levels of Thirty Heavens at once. 

However, before he could react with something resembling a somersault out of joy, Osiris had openly rejected to combine them two into a ‘we’. 

“But I…But…!” He stuttered, trying to fish for a reasonable reason to reason with Osiri in his empty mind, and of course, found none.

Osiris may not be able to spot the sulky pout on Tohil’s face, but it was there, and the fire god remained looking like a puppy who had just got kicked for a good minute. 

The serious warning Osiris gave only added fuel to the fire it seemed, as Tohil felt like he needed a source of instant comfort to soothe his upcoming tantrum. The fire god’s childishness had been pretty much tamed over his history of existence, but it was still there, which was being proudly shown by two strong arms wrapping tightly around Osiris’ torso, a sulky face buried into the warmth of his sturdy back, and a mumble that only loud enough for Osiris to hear. 

“I’m not going anywhere though…”

[areumxmp]

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areumxmp​:

Ur my dad! boogie woogie

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(…)“Look at me and listen, son. Do not move, do not touch anything. Stand still, breath deep, count to ten, say it aloud if you want. Take your time, you can do it.”

Areum only half the time had control over his flames. Half the time he was okay. He felt human. The other half, he was manic. PTSD. Voices. That half of the time areum had many troubles throughout his life keeping himself under control and even though he was leaps and bounds better at it now, the beef cake still had his moments of uncontrollable mania. 

It had all happened so fast for him, as well. First they were fine, talking and enjoying the night, then there was a woman, and everything else is a blur to now. While his hands were clamping over his ears, trying to stop the voices, trying to stop his own flames from shooting out of him. At least if they hit himself, he would be okay. No one else would get hurt. 

That was the worst part about when he got this way. His past told him it didn’t matter if anyone got hurt, if everyone around him had to feel the same pain he had to feel. But.. he was so scared of that thought process now. Now, it terrified him to think he was the reason more innocent people got hurt.  Never again did he want anyone to feel the pain he did.

Through the now dissipating flames and the thin smoke screen, Areum’s eyes focused in and out on the man he was just talking to, not only taking care of the fire without the extinguisher, but was now speaking to him. Directing him to.. to what..? Areum’s voices were so loud it was almost impossible to hear the man speaking to him.   ‘Look….me…son…… Do not…. do not… breathe…count to..10’ ‘You can do it.’

You can do it.

He could do it. Areum didn’t have time to think deeply about the words he did hear. All he could do now was try and listen. With shaky words, he spoke. “One.”  “Two.” Areum’s sparks were calming. “Three.” He started to shake. “Four. Five. Six.” His breathing was slowing. “Seven. Eight. Nine.” Tears fell down his face. “Ten.” The young demi god opened his watery eyes slowly, his hands following the slow movements to remove themselves from very red ears from the heat of himself.  There was Tohil. Who he now was realizing called him ‘son’. 

“Dad..?” The big man looked so small. Crouched on the ground, tears staining his cheeks, and the most broken, raspy voice he could muster out.

[exmptohilx]

Tohil doubted he would ever have enough capability to describe his feelings right then, when his world suddenly shrunk into the size of a demigod crouching down on the ground, ears flaming red, face gleaming with tears, and mouth mumbling the word ‘dad’ towards him. 

The surroundings were rather dark, probably because the electricity line of the bar zone had been cut out for the sake of safety. The smell of burned wood and plastic began to catch his nostrils, but Tohil could never be bothered less. The real fire was gone, but now he’d got a towering, crying flame to comfort. 

It was rather, if not very much awkward just to visualize it, but Tohil could not take it as a reasonable reason to not step forwards. So slowly, unskillfully, and with as much tenderness as a chaotic fire god could muster, he approached and pulled his son into what he hoped to be a reassuring hug. 

“It’s all okay,” Tohil heard himself speaking even before his brain could really wrap around what he was doing, “you’ve made it, the fire is gone. Everything’s fine now, so don’t cry, huh?” 

Was this what he had heard them call father instinct? He even hadn’t learned about Areum’s existence until tonight, and also hadn’t prepared for his identity to be revealed in such a situation. Tohil hadn’t planned to carry out his parental duty this soon. But damn, he couldn’t care that much for now.