✧ HeatherWTHR✧

||Heather Jeremy Rhodes|| 🐚Professor of Marine Biology at Phoenix University 🐚 Found 02/18/1994, 25 yrs. old(?) Blood Type: B+ Star Sign: Aquarius-Pisces Cusp ****************************************** *Closed RP blog exclusively for Mount Phoenix. Mun&Muse 21+, All NSFW tagged

[heatherxmp]

Some Typa Way 🌊 ft. Ryul

Hahaha! Had to! This takes places before the events of ‘Licorice/Funny Moments’ in the sns~ Continued from here with @mpryul

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    Oh this was a mess and a half. Heather’s brows wrinkle closer together the more he listens to the well spring of words that seem to erupt from the other man like a dam that’s been broken. Growing more and more confused by the second Heather realizes very keenly two things: 1.) that him saying ‘don’t be cute’ may have been taken entirely too literally and 2.) That in the myriad of tangled explanations he’s getting none of them correlate to the situation that made him say anything in the first place. But there he is just listening to the stream of things that come from the other until it seems he stops on his own.

   Heather blinks a few times at him. Whaaaaaat?????? Visibly he shakes his head before he replies, “You are a cacophony of confusion.”

  He lets out a breath that billows some of his hair up and away from his face before it drops right back where it was. “I meant don’t try to be ‘cute’ and act like you didn’t almost just walk into oncoming traffic just now.”

   The professor motions to the phone the other has. “What’s on there that has you so glued that you didn’t see all of us waiting to cross?”

  The material of the other’s shirt is still bunched in Heather’s hold, an indication of what transpired. He lets go now and doesn’t seem mad so much as he’s a little concerned about phone use more than he was previously.

[mpryul]

"am i?" ryul squinted his eyes slightly as he flopped back slightly, the adrenaline from nearly missing a car making his veins thrum with energy as he smacked his lips together in slight dissatisfaction. "listen what was i supposed to think? that's like the most flattering way to put things when you call someone cute." he crossed his arms. "and--he stretched, still not doing anything to move the other's tight grip from his shirt. "i did not almost walk into oncoming traffic just now. i walked into the oncoming traffic, and came away, with no scars at all."

he gestured grandly, with an almost shit-eating grin.

"couldn't i just have wanted to brave the roads and see if i could get past before the next car arrived?" he huffed, before falling back into a tight sigh, not wanting to divulge all the things that had been on his mind.

"thanks for saving me anyway." ryul raised his brows slightly, finally relenting to shoot the other male an apologetic little look. "wasn't paying attention. clearly. had some other things on my mind." he waved the question off as vaguely. "you know, mundane, stupid things."

[heatherxmp]

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   Heather releases his hold on Ryul and just shakes his head as he listens. He’s not sure if it’s the adrenaline of nearly getting turned into a pancake or if it’s just the way the other is but at least the statement that he walked (or rather was yanked away) without scar is true. Grateful that he didn’t witness a sudden tragedy this morning Heather just laughs a little.

  “Well, Mister Invincible, I am glad that your dabbling in high speed jaywalking didn’t end with you being put out of this life,” he smiles. 

   As he’s given a sort of lackluster reason for the mental check out that caused all this, Heather wonders briefly if something might be bothering him. “You don’t have to tell me anything. Especially not here with all these people walking by but, if you ever want to blow off steam and just chill with someone who isn’t going to pry, I got you.”

   He gives a friendly pat to Ryul’s shoulder right as the traffic light changes and people start moving. It chirps it’s signal to cross and Heather smiles. “Shall we?” 

[heatherxmp]

Understanding Others 🌊 ft. Arwyn

{{ Sometimes we just need someone to listen. Continued from this little moment with @mparwyn

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   Snippy behavior. That’s something that Heather has dealt with often enough to take the sharp sting of it and have learned to take a second before reacting. Too often when he was younger he found that he returned the energy and regretted it later. He’d rather react later, when he’s had a second to see if he’s okay or not. Or to see if his old ways will win out or if his new ones will.

   Thankfully, his choice to wait it out won and after the initial shock of it, he’s glad that he hung back to check on the man who nurses his coffee now. There seemed to be something off with him- the way he fidgeted and seemed mad even at the sugar packet he ripped open gave it away. Heather let’s him speak now and doesn’t chide him or even think to belittle what happened.

   “It happens.” He says and hands the other a new sugar packet, one that isn’t all over the floor and not in his cup. It doesn’t make it okay but it’s more than clear that Arwyn knows that already. He’s a smart one and from what Heather knows of the guy not usually like this. It’s their first real unpleasant interaction but Heather isn’t going to let it mark up his impression of the guy. “I snapped at someone just the other day. I felt like shit afterwards, but I talked it out with them.”

  He takes a seat on the edge of a table and looks at the other. There’s this look like he’s been there before on his face and it melts into a small understanding smile. “What’s up? I know something’s got you buggin;.”

[heatherxmp]

Thread Log || Heather 04/07/2024

A collective of threads on this muse. For clarity on why things were dropped or listed in any particular way, please DM the typist! Recall, dropped threads are not personal.

From Hell with Love (My Turn):

*None. Muse is up to date.

Awaiting (Your Turn): * Complicate It - @mp-minry * Tastes of Ambrosia - @khonshu-mp * Chasing Memories - @mphecate

Available Open Starters: * None currently.

Dropped (due to muse departure, time out on either side, etc.): - Thicker Than Water (Keonhee){what a beautiful muse he was} Completed: + The Sea is Calling - Kaz {thank you} + Gruesome - Hecate

Pending Ideas:

~ open to new things! Open starters coming 04/08/2024

If you have questions or need clarification on any above threads please message me! This muse is available to take on more threads!

[kazxmp]

The Sea is Calling

Continuing this here just to elaborate on how Kaz feels about this v important topic with @heatherxmp

It normally doesn't go this way, normally Heather has to deal with Kaz whining about his shark having to go, hands clasped around him and whole body weight-even though it really isn't much-rested on Heather's body. It's normally a struggle because Kaz is selfish on a lot of occasions. He tries to do everything he can to moisturize Heather-not that it really works-just to keep him around a little longer. Over time though, Eros can attest, Kaz understood the only reason he gets to have Heather right here with him for as long as he does, he has to let him go. No matter how much it fucking sucks. He's learned other things about it too, like the fact that as much as Heather loves his time in the sea, it's hard for him to leave too. So the goth shouldn't make it harder on him than it already is. This time, for once, he's the one to bring it up. Pushing the words he's been thinking about all day out from behind jeweled teeth. Of course per Heather's way he makes it better with a joke and Kaz is more than willing to offer up a sweet smile even as he shakes his head and buries his hands into the soft hair soon to come back softer from the salt. The way Heather hugs him makes it a little easier, the weight of his head comfortably in his.. crotch.. but nonetheless these moments of physicality are needed. Never in his life has he craved and needed the physicality of a being of any form until Heather. So, "Of course I will wait for you." even though the words come out soft, more of a whisper than used with actual voice, they swim with promise and love just as Heather will soon soar through the water. "You have to promise to hurry back though. Or else I can't promise I won't take over your house." He loves him. If Heather never came back, Kaz would still be in this house waiting for him if not out by the water where he watched him wave off before disappearing under the blue waves that steal him away to a place he calls home. But his other home would always be right here. Wearing black toenail polish and sleeping in Heather's clothes and in his bed every night.

[heatherxmp]

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    Heather hears him. He hears the way that Kaz tries to make the talk just a little lighter with the gentle joke he tosses in about taking over his house if he stays away too long. The siren doesn’t need to look around the room to see all the ways that Kaz already had. This space- this tiny world within a world- was one they created from the moment Heather had commissioned his new manor to be built. Brick by brick, painting by painting, even down to the selection of the carpets or the hardwood sections of the house— all of it had been something they fashioned together from the pieces of their homes back in California.

   From the ground up, this place had always been theirs.

   “How funny you are,” Heather says as he turns his head to look at Kaz. He’s smiling even as he knows that he will go and his lover gives him his blessing to do it. “To this that this was only ever just my house. I don’t live here.”

    He chuckles as he reaches up and taps with the ends of his fingers at Kaz’s chest. “This is my address.”

[kazxmp]

Not even the lightness in the air surrounding his joke could keep the words Heather says from curling around every single curvature of the goth's small body. Wrapping gently around his softest places, warming him to the core more than the blazing sun ever could. Kaz had wanted to keep it entirely together, to be able to wish him off without a single tear or a too tight of grasp to his shirt, but it proved impossible. Kaz lifted Heather's face up from his lap, allowing him to see the tears that now swam in eyes so dark they held everything Heather could and couldn't see. A few fell as he pressed their foreheads together, small hands now fisting in even softer locks to keep him as close as possible just a little longer. "I love you." There it was again, the second time those words whisper from now wet lips, lips he can't help but press into Heather's. Speechless and wanting to give every ounce of love he has but cannot seem to express out loud into the way his velvet lips intertwine so perfectly with his shark. There is nothing else he'd ever want, no where else he'd rather be, everything about Heather and this home they created was the safest place Kaz knew he would ever feel. He loves it all because he's created it with Heather. The man he would wait forever for if he had to.

[heatherxmp]

{{ Ending this here. It is perfect the way it is here. Thank you.}}

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[heatherxmp]

Gnosis 🌊 W.C 001 (Core Memories)

{{ For the Monthly Writing Challenge of March dealing with core memories. Again, this was held onto by me for a bit due to life and work going hectic. }}

Gnosis, noun; “knowledge” or “awareness” from the Greek. Often used for personal knowledge compare with intellectual knowledge.

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   Heather exhales and smiles. Then he smiles as he lays there in the warmth of his bed and lets the feeling of it drift around his sleepy mind. The wash of memories that flood him are dancing fragments of time that play back in little snippets drawing up sensations not only in his mind but across his body.

    He remembers the feeling of it; the sudden seizing of his heart the first time, the way he wondered if he was sick as he felt both hot and cold at the same time when his eyes fell upon that face for the first time. There’s a little laugh from the siren as memories keep flowing. The ghost of what that hand felt like in his, or the way that laugh bounced between his ears the first time he heard it. It wove itself into who he knows and it’s stuck there happily in his very being. Heather, half asleep and remembering everything, can still tell you the way that the weight of that memory on his chest telling him the happenings of the day, or how it felt to watch every sunrise and forget it in favor of remembering how it painted orange and yellow light across the cheekbones of someone else.

    And it doesn’t hurt to remember all these things because they were beautiful things to feel. To smell. To touch. To learn and experience.These little snippets of memories that make up his life and the things, places and people - person- they’re attached to are precious because they mean he lived them.

   Heather opens his eyes and knows it’s another new day. Another day to create things he’ll look back on later and remember the ways felt when they happened. Just as he is now.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

   He sits up and watches light try to fight its way in through the black out currents of his room before he yawns. It’s another new day and that’s worth living just to see what might weave itself into his mind forever. His eyes drift to the pillows beside his own and he smiles again now.

   It’s another new day and he’s got more memories to make.

[heatherxmp]

Chasing Memories 🌊 ft. Hecate

A fresh starter for a dear friend, the kind @mphecate

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   Time had passed and with it an array of brief but pleasant encounters of Heather and Hecate. At times he would pass her by on his way toward the university and be able to greet her that day. Other times he would see her through the window of some eatery and would catch her giving him a polite wave. He’d smile and wave back and there wasn’t a tinge of sorrow left in the act. Theirs had been a calmer thing that had righted itself not with forward actions to push them to talk and press the past they shared back.

  Their stable acquaintance and slow growing respectful friendship was the result of quietly accepting a rocky beginning, an honest discussion and then gentle moving forward. It was in the way that they didn’t rush anything to be fixed- they simply let things be. And with that unhurried time, Heather found himself happier to have the times when they did get to talk more.

  Like today when it seemed that time had allotted the pair a brief bit on the same walking path. Heather is out again in the relaxing evening glow of street lamps walking in the park, his headphones resting about his neck as he listens not to music but the sounds of the night starting to rise.

   “Hello,” he says when he sees her walking there too and it seems the most natural thing in the world to talk to her. “What brings you out tonight?”

[khonshu-mp]

Khonshu was under the radar for a while after returning to Mount Phoenix. Hecate had paid for repairs but he didn't like the style anymore - it wasn't her fault as it was returned to the state it was in before any of the damage was done. He just decided that Sakura needed an update.

He was constantly at the place, even over night. Sleeping on his desk in short naps throughout a 24 hour period instead of 8-10 hours of sleep in one go. Occasionally he would step out as well to get some food.

The cart was mainly stocked with instant food, it was easy to make and still delicious to the God. Turning down the isle he noticed the cart, he kept walking as it wasn't really in the way. He noticed the owner of the cart apologise without looking. His eyes saw Heather and he froze for a moment. Suddenly the other bent down and then noticed the frozen man.

Watching the other lock eyes with him, Khonshu stayed silent.

Hearing the other, his heart sank. Khonshu hadn't spoken to Heather since the event, and everything regarding it. And then again when it was brought up that Khonshu didn't reach out since returning. He looked down for a moment, catching the movement but still looking down.

"I've been at Sakura the whole time..." Clearing his throat, he looked back at the other. "This isn't the place....but I want to say I'm sorry." Not looking away, Khonshu wanted to man up about the situation and not run away again. "Please...come to my place tonight. I will cook and I want to talk to you more, and not...in public. If that's...okay?"

[heatherxmp]

{{ This will be unpleasant for a bit. But they’ll sort things out with time and understanding and talking. }}

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   It’s awkward.

    Awkward and curiously painful in a way that Heather is neither prepared for or likes as he listens to Khonshu address him. A range of feelings flow unchecked through the siren and for a heavy moment as he listens he briefly contemplates if this is the very human sensation of rage. He didn’t have it often enough to know if this is what it was for sure and discovering it was not something he felt that he wanted to do when he could be deciding if he wants vodka or Alfredo sauce for his pasta tonight. It isn’t that there was some sprouting of love between the two men- no. It was as simple as a lack of proper communication.

   ‘I’ve been at Sakura the whole time..’

  Heather visibly stiffens, his shoulders tensing up for a second before he corrects them again. But it’s not in ease that they lower now- it is in obvious force with the scoff that exits through his lips. He tosses the other box of pasta into the cart, uncaring if it too is broken when he gets it home later. A mean and vicious thought festers at the end of his tongue but Heather bites it back with only a fraction of a second’s luck.

  “Sorry?” The word smacks of insult in its simplicity. “Sorry for what? For not telling me you had a whole person that you were emotionally attached to? For leading me on and having me think that I didn’t have to worry of hurting someone I didn’t know? Or do you mean sorry in the literal definition, Sir? Because I do not think it a kindness you would deserve to compare yourself to the meaning.” 

  Hurt lances the words. It’s in the way that Heather’s hands find the handle of the cart and hold it as though it will do anything to save him from the things he feels. The shame that he feels for hurting someone else. “At least I did not hide anything about my relationships with others before we—“

  The words cull themselves as Heather stops speaking. This is truly not the place but the invitation to the other’s house is by far less appropriate considering all things. Mistaking the intentions Heather looks even more upset. “Do you think so lowly of me as to lure me there with the promise of food? Do you think that keeping me in the shadows of things - not in public, as you so kindly put it- will erase things?”

  He pushes the cart now, aiming to get away from this himself. “Leave me alone like I thought you had.”

[mp-minry]

The accessory he played with did not pass by unnoticed by Minry. After all she was someone who would pay attention to detail, especially if those details involved a handsome person she could perhaps benefit from. His smile was captivating, Minry had to confess to herself and even question how in the world such a person hadn't been on her radar before.

But despite the harmless exchange unraveling between them, Minry had to remind herself the people in that island, despite how attractive they might be, were not to be taken lightly. For all she knew, the man in front of her could be reading her mind. Or could have any other type of ability that could influence the demigoddess. Life can be a game, and life in Mount Phoenix sets its difficulty to a different level.

The fact he chose not to disclose the reason for his presence on the university's grounds was not surprising and it amused Minry. He either had something to hide or was wiser to not simply give her what she wanted. "What is life without a little risk and a sense of discovery?" She joked, her gentle smile turning into an entertained smirk. "Angry? That's cute." Her tone matched his, crossing her arms in a relaxed manner and not shying away from keeping her gaze on his features.

It seemed they were both scanning each other and a sense of tense amusement was evident. "Here I was thinking the university would be welcoming to someone in need of expanding her knowledge…" She sighs playfully, taking a hand to stroke a lock of her hair. The man was fun to observe, even funner to interact with and it almost made Minry forget why she was there in the first place. "I did ask permission to enter you know… I'm a good girl." Minry chuckle showed her unseriousness towards her own words.

His proximity was surprising, but welcome nonetheless. She stood her ground, not flinching as the other leaned and her eyes were still locked on his and Minry's expression never shifted from an amused smirk. There was no need to use her powers on him, their conversation was enough to entertain the demigoddess. "For starters, your name. Secondly, if I am loud… don't think you're any less discreet."

She wouldn't budge just yet. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction to lose at that little game such steeply.

[heatherxmp]

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  Interesting!

   She’s toying with him right back and Heather has to stifle the spark of excitement that threatens to ignite itself inside his mind. Nothing thrills Heather quite like clever mind games and she seems more than apt to play right along with him. Her delightful and teasing quips about being welcomed and being a good girl to ask for things like permission make a noticeable smirk lift Heather’s lips as he listens to her speak but only decides to answer after a little bit when she stops to demand answers of her own from him.

  “You think I’m loud with my eyes?” He muses as he takes in her relaxed but pointedly challenging demeanor toward him. This is fun! “I’m hardly whispering, Miss Good Girl Minry.”

   Heather could make this excessively easy for her and simply give up his name and the directions to the library she is seeking. He absolutely could! He doesn’t right away though, too enraptured in this mental tug-of-war to let up. The professor matches her stance and smiles as he does so, body leaning in the same fashion as hers in it’s comfortability. A power stance that exudes sureness, ease and fortitude- she must know that it would work on a weaker man and pull his eye along her frame.

   Yet, the depth of Heather’s gaze stays on her face before he shifts again. He then moves to walk by her but as he does he says with a laugh, “Come along, I’ll show you where knowledge lives.”

  And before she can claim he does not deliver, he turns to look at her after the invitation. “My name is Heather.”

[perfeqt]

“The person you’re meant to be with will never have to be chased, begged or given an ultimatum.”

— Mandy Hale

[3arth-mover-deactivated20240509]

Vibes are off

(the vibes are completely normal but I am overstimulated)

[bramblrose]

celtic mythology: selkie

"Peppered throughout Celtic folklore are stories about seal people, also called selkies who are said to be cursed with a constant longing for what they do not have: when they are swimming in the water as seals, they yearn to be on land, and when they walk on two legs as a human, they long to be in the sea. They can transform from one creature to another by shedding their sealskin, and alternatively, putting it on again."

[heatherxmp]

Some Typa Way 🌊 ft. Ryul

Hahaha! Had to! This takes places before the events of ‘Licorice/Funny Moments’ in the sns~ Continued from here with @mpryul

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    Oh this was a mess and a half. Heather’s brows wrinkle closer together the more he listens to the well spring of words that seem to erupt from the other man like a dam that’s been broken. Growing more and more confused by the second Heather realizes very keenly two things: 1.) that him saying ‘don’t be cute’ may have been taken entirely too literally and 2.) That in the myriad of tangled explanations he’s getting none of them correlate to the situation that made him say anything in the first place. But there he is just listening to the stream of things that come from the other until it seems he stops on his own.

   Heather blinks a few times at him. Whaaaaaat?????? Visibly he shakes his head before he replies, “You are a cacophony of confusion.”

  He lets out a breath that billows some of his hair up and away from his face before it drops right back where it was. “I meant don’t try to be ‘cute’ and act like you didn’t almost just walk into oncoming traffic just now.”

   The professor motions to the phone the other has. “What’s on there that has you so glued that you didn’t see all of us waiting to cross?”

  The material of the other’s shirt is still bunched in Heather’s hold, an indication of what transpired. He lets go now and doesn’t seem mad so much as he’s a little concerned about phone use more than he was previously.

[heatherxmp]

Complicate It 🌊 ft. Minry

“Out of Pocket” as promised. Continued from here with @mp-minry

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   Her eyes drift to him after he pipes up and that would be nothing to him. But they stay on him a few seconds too long. They skim over his face and linger and Heather knows just what that means. He says nothing of it for now but gives a little knowing smile to her as she explains herself.

  As she talks he turns from where he had been by a window looking out to face her fully. His attention is off the makeshift game on the green and now on her as he watches her motions and listens. Not a student, hm? Heather’s smile quirks just a little more as he lowers his eyes but can feel the way hers look to him again here he’s brought a hand up to fiddle with the necklace he wears, some green gem set in gold. 

  He doesn’t address her question of if he’s a student there just yet. This is too easy to taunt her and while he certainly can tell a rogue thought or two of hers about him, he wants to play a different kind of game for a moment.

   “So,” he says calm and breezy, “you came onto school property, made your way around without asking for directions or trying to find a map, and got upset with me because *you* don’t know where you’re going and I said ‘hello’?”

  Those deep brown eyes finally lift to meet her and it’s clear he’s just toying with her now. He leans off the wall where he was and walks closer to her. “And you’re not even a student. Mighty presumptuous of you to think I’d want to help after that.”

  He’s beside her now and leaning down just a little due to his height he whispers, “You’re loud. With your words and with your eyes. If you want something, just use your words.”

   Heather leans back up fully and smiles at her, his face framed by his longish hair. There’s a look he gives her and a silence as he waits for her to choose. 

[heatherxmp]

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. {Accepting!}

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Heather looks calmly at the other as he pushes the material of his shirt over a little bit. The end of the safety scissors now meet his skin and with all the confidence of a man ready to die and ready to live, he answers.

“Do it.” Heather quotes, “‘To die would be an awfully big adventure.’”

[heatherxmp]

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. {Accepting!}

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He thinks on it a bit. The other is not a student of his- his class record doesn’t feature that name- and he isn’t someone that really brushes up against his circle of friends. There’s no real reason to not befriend him, but there also any real reason to befriend him. Heather worries his lower lip a bit in thought as he weighs the option of turning this man who had held his hair back in the public toilet as he emptied the too many rounds of root beer floats into a porcelain bowl into a friend.

“Hold my hair one more time and yeah,” he answers in a rush before he’s bending forward again.

He doesn’t even like root beer floats all that much…

[heatherxmp]

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. {Accepting!}

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The question comes suddenly and right as Heather is standing from collecting something from the little vending machine. A confused expression decorates his features before he lifts a brow and tries to recall if he should know the person speaking apparently to him right now. Deciding that he doesn’t know them only adds to the confusion and he corrects his face into a polite but unsure smile toward this person.

“Are you addressing me?” How peculiar, Heather thinks. Did I meet him drunk? It wouldn’t be far off for him to do on a weekend. “Do I know you?”

[heatherxmp]

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. {Accepting!}

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Heather sits on the shoreline, a smirk on his face as he continues to work on the sand castle in front of him. It’s cold just a bit but nothing that people like them who are used to the sea’s embrace can’t handle. Unbothered Heather uses a broken shell he has to keep carving a window into the turret he built moments beforehand.

“It was more of a rude joke at your expense,” he answers, “but if you’d like it to be a challenge, you know I’m down for that.”

He looks up at the god finally then and the glimmer of rebellion is in his eyes. Heather, cautious when he wanted to be, had moments of intense and unyielding folly. This was one of them. Many people challenged the gods and were mere mortals and lived to tell the tale and those Heather may face the same or vastly different results— he’s got only his life to lose over it.

“Would you like me to challenge you, Susanoo? Would it give you something to do?”