@seafavoured said: [ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . (some blackjackrose scenario for regular or modern gods aklgs)
meme: accepting
As far as early morning surprises came, Ben Hornigold sitting across from him on his living couch was a rather unwelcome one. Ned could only be relieved that the other god had caught him before he left for work, even if it meant he'd be late. Of course, Hornigold evidently wished Ned wasn't here, for he'd done nothing but glare since arrival and now, tired of waiting for Ned to catch a hint, pointedly declared, "I came to talk to my son, not you. You can go."
Crossing his legs in a show of very much not getting up any time soon, Ned let a hand come to rest, blatant, obvious against the small of Edward's back, fingers inching up under their shirt to trace lazy nonsense patterns into their skin, "Come now, we're practically family Ben. No need for that tone." Placating, easy, a pleasant wan smile on his face - a smile that, for once, only grew when he heard the familiar obnoxious tone of a certain wine god.
"Yeah, don't be mean, dude!" A cheerful, mocking tone that he would've never taken with the sky god a few centuries before heralded Jack wandering into the room - the exact opposite of Ned's put together business suit and perfectly coiffed hair with his barely tied robe half open, showing a chest slathered in scratches and love bites, hair a mess, certainly looking like he just fucked not too long ago, and carrying a tray of something alcoholic in hand, "Mimosas anyone?" he asked with a cocksure half grin aimed at Hornigold, "Heard you had stopped by, figured you might want a drink."
"No." Hornigold growled, "This is not a social visit." Opening his mouth, obviously about to get on with whatever whining he'd come to do at Edward, Ned cut him off with an easy, "I'd love one. Thank you Jack."
It wasn't common that Ned and Jack were on the same page about something, but evidently, they'd silently conceded to build a united front today, for once Ned had reached out for a mimosa, taken a delicate sip of the drink, "Tastes delicious as ever, darling." A purr all but dripping with innuendo, directed at Jack, who offered the older god a wink and pointed lick of his lips in response, both watching Hornigold's face turn puce in the peripheral.
The once god king could never seem to decide what to find most horrifying, most infuriating, most deplorable - Ed dating Jack, Ed dating Ned, Ed dating them both, or all three of them in some sex crazy threesome. And both Jack and Ned knew that, had heard all about the man's hold ups from their shared lover's complaints, and seemed to have decided to play into them, have some fun at the old god's expense.
For once, Ned's lips twitched to hide approval when Jack settled on Ed's other side and possessively splayed a large hand high on their leg, fingers dragging lazily up and down their inner thigh, all attention on Ed when he cooed, "Good morning, love." Leaning forward, a languid, slow, mimosa soaked kiss, catching their bottom lip between his teeth and giving a little tug as he drew back, before murmuring, "Sleep well?"
An affronted noise, somewhere between a scoff and a groan, frustration and distaste obvious, color high on his cheeks, Hornigold ground out, "Edward."
Instantly, "Yes?" Ned - Edward Low - asked, innocently raising a brow from behind the rim of his mimosa.
"Not you!" Patience snapped, Hornigold jerked to his feet, glaring down at the three of them tangled together and sneering directly at Ed, "Are you going to let me speak me or have I just come to witness you being a whore with my own eyes instead of through the papers?" Jack's fingers dug into Ed's leg, jovial expression dropping for narrowed eyes and a curled lip, and while Ned's easy, indifferent expression and cool smile didn't fade away, his hand settled flat, still, against Ed's back and the shadows in the room suddenly seemed much, much darker, even in the early morning light.