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zeus kyle messer, twenty-six, lawyer, the mayor's son. ❝the dice of zeus always fall luckily.❞

[kaiparker]

[kylemesser]

dark against your fellow man • kyle and dorian

[kylemesser]

drownedaquino:

Cute. Really. Zeus knew how to pick them. Externally attractive but overall… cocky and annoying personality wise. Had Dorian been conscious, he’d probably find this man amusing and perhaps even flirt a little bit. If he didn’t know that Silas had already been flirting with this man. Her little mortal always so… childish. He wanted Silas more than most things then he throws the man away like a toy. But then the moment that someone else takes an interest in Silas, he reacted much like a child would. Jealous and overall unpleasant to be around. However, jealousy and attractive men aside, Dorian wasn’t conscious. No, Amphitrite was here for the time being. And while this boy– Kyle, she believed his name was?– may have found himself amusing, she did not share that same sentiment.

How the mortal mocked her… would have earned him the same fate as the men on the docks, had he not been an incarnate of Zeus. Then again, she’d never been completely fond of her brother-in-law so perhaps that wouldn’t be such a big deal either.

Taking the seat across from the boy, Kyle, Amphitrite let out an almost wistful sigh. “And would you look at that? A human opened his mouth and then his charm declined significantly. Man, I’ve never seen that happen before.” Amphitrite wasn’t very fond of holding back at the moment. She would lose her claim over Dorian shortly. She might as well say everything she wanted to say now rather than later in Dorian’s head. Amphitrite was sure that the snark would be clear on Dorian’s face if anyone was paying attention to the three– or would it be two– of them. The boy called out for a waitress as if he were Zeus, sitting on a throne at Olympus. And perhaps, he was in another life. But not to Amphitrite. No, this boy was nothing more than a temporary body for her brother-in-law and she was sure that Zeus knew that.

“Water. And whatever special you have today.” Amphitrite quickly brushed off the woman, focusing her attention on the mortal in front of her. “I’m sure Zeus would be wise to talk to me at some point. However, it would be much more direct if I simply went straight to the problem at hand rather than deal with my brother-in-law right away.” Her tone said regal, as did her posture and overall attitude. If she were speaking to any normal human, they’d cower under the harsh gaze of Amphitrite. The waitress– Tracy, her name tag read– brought a glass of water over to their table, another plate in her fingers. She stood stiffly in this face-off between two powerful beings, even if Zeus was a coward and hid within his incarnate. Taking the glass, Amphitrite easily reached for the salt shaker and begun sprinkling the condiment into her water. Despite the disturbed expression on the waitress’s face, Tracy slid the plate in front of Amphitrite, revealing a dish of fried fish in front of the aquatic goddess.

Instantly, a sneer landed on Amphitrite’s face after she dismissed the waitress. “You are like my boy, Dorian. He doesn’t like to listen to me and look what has happened to him. Beaten to a pulp and now I’m in charge. I’d advise that you listen to Zeus– sometimes at least, I know he can be quite the… what do you call it… douche. But I’d also advise that you listen to me now. You do not flirt with Silas. You do not move towards Silas with the single idea of romance. Or you know what? Don’t even think about romance with Silas involved in the slightest. Because my boy is hard headed and won’t listen to me if I try to convince him not to fry you like my brethren in front of me.” Looking at the boy in front of him with a saccharine smile, Amphitrite tightened her fist, making the water in her glass boil for a moment to emphasize her point. “I know you humans are rather dull but I’d like to overestimate you in the slightest so I’ll ask you. Do you understand?”

“Ouch.” Kyle smirked at the goddess’ words about his lack of charm; if he didn’t have a meeting with his father right after, he’d happily tell Amphitrite she was wrong and present her with a few good arguments to support his claim (and that’d be without mentioning how easily he’d make girls swoon back in high school). It had been one thing he had inherited from his father; the charm, the way they were both able to persuade and make people see reason with words alone  was both a blessing and a curse to the young Messer. A blessing because it made his job and his life ten times easier -- which included the rest of the gods since he believed he’d be successful in convincing his father to do something for the humans, to make them stop the slaughter and avoid being witness to a mass murder that would come at the hands of the reincarnated gods that wanted nothing but peace (at least that’s what Kyle would say to convince his father that a small scale war in his town would be a waste of time and reputation). Kyle had manipulated his father once; one more time shouldn’t be too hard to do.

“Zeus wants to talk to you. Actually, he’d rather do the talking than let me handle this. Dunno why. But you two will talk,” he began saying, keeping his stance relaxed as he leaned back and rested against the back of the chair, his greyish blue eyes never leaving the man in front of him that had a goddess snarl every other word thrown at him, “when I decide to let Zeus come forth and continue this amazing conversation with you.” He told the goddess after he sent the waitress a charming smile, telling her that he didn’t want to order anything -- hopefully, the jealous bitch, as Zeus had so brilliantly put, wouldn’t make Tracy’s job harder than it already was. Zeus and Kyle were equals when it came to who was in charge of Kyle’s head; if Kyle let Zeus take charge then he would and vice-versa. They understood each other and Kyle had grown to accustomed to the whole dynamic to be able to throw it away. He didn’t want to and, if he didn’t want to, then he wouldn’t deal with it. It was the cards he had been dealt.

Kyle watched as the man -- well, goddess -- put salt in her glass of water and his eyes didn’t leave the while scene for a few seconds before he looked up at the waitress -- the poor thing who had witnessed to the whole shenanigan -- and after she placed the plate on the table, Kyle took out a twenty and handed it to her, leaning forward again and resting his elbows on the table. “That’ll be all. Take this, keep the change and no more asking if we want anything okay, Tracy? We just want to have a nice little talk, us two, I’m sure you understand” he told the waitress, giving her a charming half grin to disguise his demanding tone of voice. The girl nodded and wandered off, surely happy she wouldn’t have to pretend to care about if everything was okay in a table of two or if they wanted anything else. Then, he looked at Amphitrite and smirked a git. “Guess you really do like salt, don’t you?” and being salty, too. That’s mainly what he had meant; if the goddess got it then good for her, if not, then one less topic to worry over.

“I listen to Zeus. Just like Zeus listens to me,” he couldn’t hear the god protest within him because they both knew it was true, they both knew it was a partnership, even if one of them was a god and the other a mere mortal. Kyle listened and he watched, an amused look on his face towards Amphitrite’s words. His eyes momentarily shifted to look at the boiling water, pressing his lips together before his eyes met the man’s again. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Mrs. Amphitrite,” he began saying, leaning over the table, almost whispering his next words -- a loud whisper at that. “I have my own girl to worry over. And, unlike Zeus,” ( Should’ve seen that one coming. ) Oh, please, don’t pretend like you’re the least bit offended. “I’m not unfaithful.” He said, his expression changing from a charming and easy going one to a more serious look. “You see, my girl and I... we’re complicated but I wouldn’t cheat on her. I look, I flirt but that’s all. My hands will only touch one person and I can assure you Silas isn’t the one.” Kyle told the goddess, his voice stern yet nonchalant. “Us humans are more complicated than you peg us for. That being said, and my previous words, I’m sure you know what my answer is, don’t you?”

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[kylemesser]

                You think you know the end in the beginning                  but the truth is there’s no mortal way to tell.                   And the game’s not over till the final inning,                                         and I’m grinning                          'cause this game might just end well

[kylemesser]

underneath and inside • kyle &

The radio silence inside his mind that was slowly but surely driving him mad. Where was he? Where was the god that Kyle had grown up with, a mind inside his own that he had grown so accustomed to? He had been slipping away, right through Kyle’s fingers for weeks now. A mind that lacked for days which seemed to be endless. It was if his mind was slowly slipping away from him, half of his thoughts being turned into ramblings of a crazy man as he called for Zeus to say a word. One goddamn word to let him know that he hadn’t just up and left after he was the one to sign the metaphorical peace treaty when the idea of the memorial was lied upon him. 

There was n o t h i n g. 

It was as if Kyle’s mind had lost half of itself, there was no longer a raspy voice echoing inside his mind and that was driving him angry, frustrated. And each time he let that anger control him, take over every fiber of his being and let it be manifested through a thunderstorm, through a hurricane that would annihilate everyone that had hurt one of Zeus’ gods or one of Kyle’s friends. Kyle let his frustration take over, he would let his powers speak the words he didn’t bother to even think of. 

There was NOTHING. 

Not long after the memorial ended, that’s how it was for the son of the mayor; his inability to properly let his anger escape his body without being able to create storms or anything else beyond what a normal human should do to let their anger out only resulted in a lot of pent up confusion, anger, frustration, hate and, most of all, he felt like he was nothing again. Like his father was to blame for Zeus’s disappearance because the god had been the one to make his son something more than Edward Messer ever deserved. 

There was a different look behind Kyle’s eyes; before, there was a certain vibe of carelessness. Now, on top of that there was a wicked man wanting to get out, wanting to punish whoever was responsible for taking away half of himself. 

The park was filled with people that had attended the memorial either for their families or because it just looked good; things spread fast in a small town and not attending such a monumental event would look bad. It was the only reason why Kyle was there in the first place. He had agreed to help with the memorial but now that Zeus was gone, he couldn’t care less. 

He stood against a tree, watching as everyone talked, dispersed from the central part of the memorial. Kyle wanted to smite them all, out of anger, out of disgust but as he tried, yet again, to use his powers, there was no lightening falling from the sky and hitting whoever he had chosen as a target. He was ready to go, to leave and avoid killing everyone with his bare hands. 

A presence right beside him stopped him, however. In a second, his thoughts were washed over and Kyle Messer, the normal and charming Kyle Messer, was back in action yet the deranged look was still present in his grey eyes. “Not a fan of crowds or are you here to keep the Mayor’s son some company?” he spoke, the tone the playful one he always wore.

[kylemesser]

emerykate:

“You’ll get over it.” Her eyes narrowed at him, but spoken in a way that was a mixture of both cold and playful.

“Longer than you.” Her words grew colder, hintin’ at the fact that she did not enjoy either bein’ Hera, nor havin’ the knowledge that involved her in this crazy shit. It had almost ruined her –it had ruined her, she thought, as her eyes fell to her legs, accusin’ the goddess in her mind of what she’d done to her; of what she could do to her in the future. A future that she couldn’t foretell, nor would she want to. 

“And you like it? Havin’ him in your head?” She asked innocently, her features cooled so to not give anything away.

“Ouch. And you won’t kiss my boo boo, I assume,” he teased her, giving her the same tone of voice she had given him; however, he had made his playfulness more obvious by having a smirk grow on his lips. 

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.” He told her, pouring himself another glass of wine, trying to keep the whole situation casual. Then, sending her a grin, he poured more red wine in her glass, not waiting to see if she tried to stop him from filling up the glass. Kyle, however, couldn’t help but wonder how Hera stayed hidden from Zeus for so long, not coming forth when there were only Kyle and Emery Kate standing between her and her husband. “How did you know? Did Hera tell you?” he asked, his piercing blue eyes defying her. 

Her question caught him off guard. He took a while to reply not because he didn’t know the answer, but because he wanted to study her before and after he gave her an answer, to see how she reacted. “He can be a pain in the ass but yeah. Do you?”

[persephonesver-blog]

DISHARMONY; clara & kyle

[kylemesser]

persephonesver:

Of course it would be Kyle that stumbled upon them. That swarmy bastard seemed to be everywhere. It didn’t help that his face was plastered on every television right now. So, all Clara did was look down at Kyle with raised eyebrows and sharp, angry eyes as she snatched the dead flowers from his hands. “I suppose it can be. I mean, considering the colossal fuck up you made by giving that speech - I imagine you’ll be needing to do a lot of these acts to make up for it.” Though, their anger diminished slightly as they remembered what Kyle did for them and for Aidan. Smug, arrogant Kyle didn’t owe them or Aidan anything and could have let him die. 

So, their posture softened slightly and they avoided eye contact as they muttered a quiet, “Thank you for saving Aidan by the way. You didn’t have to, so thanks.” 

The words were rushed, but they didn’t care. Kyle would get the gist of their words and they wouldn’t repeat themself. “So, what the fuck is up with this Memorial service. They were the ones that hunted us down, Kyle. Like we were fucking animals.”

Kyle pressed his lips together at their words, standing up, tall and regal. He heard the thanks, he just couldn’t get pass the words that seemed to have hit him hard and made him somewhat annoyed, angry. And, as minimal as it was, he could feel Zeus’ concern bubbling inside of him, worried that his fellow gods wouldn’t understand why they had done what they did. Kyle had gone against everything he wanted to do as he went up to the stage and talked to the press, preaching about something that he wanted to burn down rather than help build up. 

And to have Clara ruin that by talking way too loud in a small town wasn’t on his plans. 

So, he grabbed her arm, making sure he wasn’t letting his annoyance (not towards Clara in particular but rather her words and the fact that he knew she wasn’t the only one feeling like that) give him a tight grip. He didn’t want to hurt Clara, not even because she was the daughter of the god that lied so dormant inside of him and wasn’t even saying a word. At that moment, it was only Kyle. 

He dragged her into the store and closed the door behind them, putting up the ‘closed’ sign before he let go of her and turned to face her. “Do you think I wanted to do that, Clara? A war was about to break out and we had to do something.” Kyle began speaking, his stance truly one of a god. “So Zeus agreed to let me talk to my dad in our behalf. And, would you look at that, every one of us is alive because of that memorial. If nothing was done to appease these stupid humans, we’d be the ones displayed in the park, don’t you get that?”

[kylemesser]

dark against your fellow man • kyle and bea

[kylemesser]

beaduhart:

His question rung in her ears. 

The world was a deafening amassment of diegetic sound, like a sickening piece of chaotic classical music. The horns crescendoed to a peak, while the percussion of shoes on sidewalk was constant and staccato. The air took up her hair, whirling in her ears like a tantalizing whisper. It told her to tell him. The logical side of her argued. Bea found comfort in the vast blue overhead. She cast her gaze to it and silently begged it for advice. Which option, she questioned. In the turbid grey clouds that lurked in the distance, she received an answer. 

Bea stopped, her feet rooted to their spot on the pavement. She couldn’t help but feel, from some place deep within her, that the decision was one she wouldn’t regret. Still, it was a risk. Her flesh chilled, and her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She looked to him, her lids weighty and face drawn with the gravity of the admission. Then, with blood roaring in her veins, she gave an almost imperceptible nod of her head. 

He waited. He gave her time to process whether or not she would speak truth or throw at him a white lie.

Although her head movement was almost microscopical, he had noticed it; and suddenly, the protective streak he held over the petite woman began making sense. Surely, the god or goddess within her was someone Zeus cared for, otherwise would would the god of the gods make Kyle feel like Bea was his younger sister and he had to protect her from everything and everyone, no matter what? The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to come together right in front of Kyle and he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that there were more of the than he originally thought. 

He stopped on his tracks just as she had stopped and he kept his eyes on her as he spoke. “I guess there’s more of us that I bargained for,” he spoke, trying to make light of a situation that perhaps didn’t have a lighter side. 

[kylemesser]

hadesrexinferni:

His brother was just standing there, pensive almost, silent. He was frozen, but in what? Fear? Joy? Sadness? Aidan couldn’t tell; emotions weren’t exactly his forte, especially in those he didn’t care about, but he figured he owed Zeus some sort of.. Thanks. [God, really?]

Aidan rolled his eyes to himself, but he didn’t move. He just watched the man stand there, by what he assumed was his vehicle. Dark eyes kept on, fixated on the dark hair, the broad shoulders and tense stance. Something was definitely eating away at his sibling, but what, he couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was the fact he had to speak at the memorial? Speak for the people he hated so dearly.

That must be it.

After a few more minutes of just watching him stand there, Aidan started over – the sun was high, too high for his liking. Of course, to fix that, he was clad in his usual getup: fitted trousers, button up shirt rolled up at the elbows and tucked into the front, dress shoes, and sunglasses. All black, his signature color.

“What’s eating you, brother?” He asked, long legs carrying him quickly over towards Kyle and his vehicle, but he stopped short, maybe leaving at the most ten feet between them. “Don’t tell me it was the memorial that’s got you down. I never took you for the emotional type.”

The silence was beginning to annoy him; both around him and inside him. He would’ve expected Zeus to say something or to at least show some sign of being awake in their shared mind. For a few minutes, Kyle waited. He waited for half of his mind (and half of his being at that point in his life) to show any signs of being there, just like he had been for the last ten years.

Nothing happened, no words were said, no sassy comebacks were heard in his mind. Nothing. Kyle hated that word. 

A somewhat familiar voice sounded behind him and Kyle let out an exasperated sigh, smirking at the other male’s voice before he turned around with the same smug look on his face he always wore around people he wanted to annoy. And Aidan -- Hades if things were to be taken in a technical way -- was one of those people. Maybe it was the god of gods inside Kyle that triggered this annoyance within him. Who cares. 

Kyle stood tall as he played with the car keys in his hand, swimming them on his index finger, his greyish blue eyes never leaving the man in front of him, wearing black. As always it seemed. “A guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do. Sacrifices for the greater good, brother,” Kyle said, not Zeus. Zeus was away. “It’s a leader thing. You won’t ever have to worry about that.” His voice was cocky yet nonchalant at the same time. 

Kyle took a few steps towards the tall man, closing the distance between them but still keeping a few good feet. “How does it feel? To come back from the dead? For a moment I expected a written ‘thank you’ but I guess that’s not your thing.”

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[kylemesser]

dark against your fellow man • kyle and bea

[kylemesser]

beaduhart:

The breeze blew tendrils of her hair into her face, which got caught in her lashes, on her lips. She extracted them with a rough pull. It was a risk even being out. There were people who would do worse than that man just did. The hairs on her arms rose, but she kept her head down. She wouldn’t look around; wouldn’t demonstrate weakness. She was cognizant of the blood rushing through her veins, and swore she could hear it pulsing through every person she passed in her haste. She walked without direction or purpose. Bea simply had to move. Getting away was necessary, and wherever she ended up was certainly better than where she had been. She ached to roam. She wanted to steal to the forest and not look back. Her brother’s name was like a hymn in the recesses of her mind. 

Bea’s feet were pressing forward automatically, her nerves heightened. It resulted in quick, jerky strides. Her irritation and discomfort was evident, and the anger was still only subsiding within her. She was aware of his presence at her side, even though she didn’t look up from her feet. “No,” she replied to his question shortly. Then she looked off, thinking. In addition, a prayer. “At least, I hope not.” 

It took him a few seconds to fully process what had happened back at the dinner; not the over sized ape trying to attack Bea right in front of him, but what he had told her. Sure Kyle had heard a few rumors here and there but they had all gone to the back of his head up until the other male brought them back up. Kyle knew people didn’t talk about him like that (or at least he hoped so) and even if they did, they would have no evidence -- just like they had no evidence to attack half of the people they call freaks. All they needed was a suspicion, enough hate for those that were different and suddenly everything they did and said was valid and completely overlooked by the law. They were wrong, so wrong; whether it was the mortal’s law or the law that Zeus himself was the harbinger of, it would be both the god and his human’s decision. 

Kyle buried his hands on his jacket’s pockets, the leather hugging his upper body in a comfortable manner. He debated on his next words but he soon realized there was nothing he could lose with it. “Was he right?” the man asked, looking at his friend as they walked side by side. 

[kylemesser]

Memorial this, memorial that. That’s all Kyle heard his employees talking; some times, the conversations would cease to exist if he walked in the room -- this time, however, it was like his employees went out of their way to make sure that Kyle heard them talk about the memorial his father was making him help him with. It was torture, to do something both of his souls didn’t want anything to do with. Neither Zeus or Kyle thought any of the dead humans deserved to be remembered; they attacked people who deserved no violence towards them, people that stood above them in every sense. They had been animals, thirsty for blood just because they feared the incarnates. They should be feared but only when angered; and they weren’t angered before every person in town decided to persecute them with stupid pitchforks and childlike threats. It was almost as pathetic as it was an inconvenience. 

Memorial, memorial, memorial.

Are you attending? 

I’m so glad the Mayor took the initiative. Yada, yada yada. 

That’s all he heard as he walked through the hall and by his employees; some nodded at him, others checked them out and others would just keep talking like their employer wasn’t just passing by; annoyed on the inside but on the outside, he held the same politician smile his father had on his lips every time he had a speech in front of people Kyle was sure he didn’t give a damn about. 

Walking to the parking lot, he half-expected Zeus to make an appearance. He had been far too quiet the past couple of days and while Kyle would once have enjoyed the silence, it was if half of himself had decided not to show up. As he reached his car, he stopped next to the driver’s door with keys in hand and just waited. And waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing. Kyle wanted to worry, but if he worried, then things were bound to get worse. Moments passed and his body almost didn’t move; it was if it didn’t want to until his mind heard the god.

[kylemesser]

emerykate:

“You’re right, it’s not how I handle things that displease me.” Her voice was cold, yet playful in that way of hers. 

Emery Kate smirked, her head tiltin’ slightly to the side as her eyes focused on his mouth, and then back onto him once again, wantin’ nothin’ more than to do wondrous things with it, rather than hearin’ speak. “But I didn’t start the conversation.” She challenged him, her eyes squintin’ in a question, as if she were asking why he would ask such a thing.

Emery Kate’s chest heaved as her displeasure took forth at the sound of that name. “Zeus, right?” Her lips pursed as she questioned, not even wantin’ to know how he was aware of her bein’ the reincarnation of the Queen of gods. But really, really wantin’ to know how he knew. 

Kyle couldn’t help but smirk at her words; the banter, the playfully hateful remarks he threw at her and him taking them as if they were of the highest rate of compliments was one of the things that were at the base of their relationship -- whatever that one was. “I was aware that I pleased you, not the other way around. That hurt my feelings.” He playfully said, faking pouting. 

Kyle nodded, waving his hands around as he said two simple words. “Potatoe -- potato,” he told her, shrugging his shoulders at her words. His eyes returned to hers soon after, loving the challenging stare that lied behind her beautiful eyes; he returned the same look, keeping his own blue eyes on hers for w few seconds, just for the sake of it. 

He smirked again when she told him the name of the god with whom he shared a mind with, every day, ever since he turned sixteen. “One and only.” he spoke playfully, a smug look on his face as he admitted to being the king of the gods. He could feel Zeus wanting to come forth and talk to his wife but something told Kyle Hera wasn’t going to make an appearance. “How long have you known?”

[demon48180]

[kylemesser]

emerykate:

“But I could go after you for harassment.” She said matter-o-factly, even if she wouldn’t. She preferred to fight her own battles, and suin’ anyone made her feel incapable of doin’ so for herself. If need be, she would, but for the moment, she didn’t have to.

“I never said I heard voices in my head.” She replied over her shoulder, her hand brushin’ on his cheek. Emery Kate didn’t want to think about the voice in her head; somethin’ she would call an annoyance more than an entity. His hint was particularly displeasin’ to hear, suspicion arisin’ in her gut that he knew of the other loomin’ in the back of her head. She knew of his already, had seen it when he thought she couldn’t, but the thought of him havin’ that sort of knowledge was displeasin’ to hear.

Emery Kate kept herself from lettin’ out a moan as he brought his lips to her neck, his breath and his touch sendin’ sparks coarsin’ through her body. “Honey,” she let the nickname roll off her tongue into a whisper, her eyes fallin’ down to her fingers as she let them travel across his chest, before she returned her gaze upwards, a challenge in her eyes. “How about this? You tell me yours,” she paused, lookin’ at him expectantly, “and I’ll tell you mine.”

“You could, but you won’t.” He said, his words laced with confidence -- he wasn’t questioning her, he was stating a fact. He knew she would go sue him for harassment. If she wanted him to leave, all she had to do was kiss him on the way out and he’d stay out. It’d be a win-win situation, if it ever came to that -- he’d get a kiss and she’d be able to kick him out while having some fun, too. 

Her touch seemingly set ins skin on fire, a burning desire being pushed down every time he spoke to her rather than just kiss her against the nearest wall; not that that’d be possible at that moment, but they’d figure something out -- they always did. “You didn’t say you didn’t hear ‘em, either.” He mused out loud, his lips staying parted as he finished his sentence, his voice trailing off in a rather ominous way -- playful, but ominous. 

He stood there; leaning down, his face close to hers, his eyes piercing through her own, trying to read what was unreadable. Her words ignited a smirk in his lips and he looked how, shaking his head and scoffing with a chuckle escaping soon after. After a moment, he looked up at her. “How about I tell you yours?” he began saying, raising his eyebrow and his glance never leaving her eyes; it was a defiant stare, yet a gentle one. “Hera, right?”

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DISHARMONY; clara & kyle

[kylemesser]

persephonesver:

Clara stood in front of their flower shop - well Gina’s but this place had been their home away from home. The flowers they had spent so long caring over, tending to, and growing were all but ashes at their feet. It was a sad site to see and frankly it still made Clara angry. But, the riots were over and the mortals have crawled back under their rocks. It was quiet now. Almost too quiet. Clara wanted to laugh that eighteen of them could make a whole town fall to their knees. It made them feel powerful. 

( We are powerful. ) Persephone’s voice was faint in their head and Clara’s brow furrowed. Usually the Goddess was loud, almost abrasive in their head. As Clara bent down to pick up the shards of glass outside the shop doors, they heard someone’s foot crunch on the dead flowers that littered the sidewalk as well. “If you’re going to step on my dead flowers, the least you could do is help me pick them up,” they snapped at the unexpected guest as they stood up.

It had only been a few hours ever since he had given that goddamn speech and he could still feel the sourness left in his tongue along with Zeus’ rage, roaring inside like a hungry lion waiting for fresh meat to dig into. However, it wasn’t as strong as it had been before -- it was if as it was fading with each passing minute; Kyle didn’t think much of it, not when he could deem it as Zeus calming himself down. Though, those thoughts alone left him confused as it was still such a fresh event in their mind and Zeus wasn’t known for being able to control his temper. 

A shiver ran down his spine and he couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows in confusion, though he shrugged it off. 

His thoughts were cut off by a familiar voice; he hadn’t even noticed where he had been walking towards or where he was until that moment. His head snapped out of the racing thoughts that plagued his shared mind. Clara. He couldn’t help but smirk at their words, crouching down to pick the flowers up, looking up at them as he did so. “Does this count as my good deed of the day, Clara?” he asked them, a smug look on Kyle’s face, still crouched down and picking up some more flowers.

[kylemesser]

emerykate:

Emery Kate pursed her lips and smiled as his eyes turned away, understandin’ just what he met as her mind had been wanderin’ in that same space, even if a part of her battled her out of it. She could remember his touch as if he was touching her right this instant, could feel it humming through her body, calling out for it. 

She ignored the shiver down her spine and took another drink of the wine, savorin’ the taste in her mouth before swallowin’ it. “But wouldn’t that put you in a court of law yourself? I could sue for breech of lawyer-client confidentiality, and you know how good I am at takin’ people down.” The blonde’s tilted her head to the side, lettin’ her hair brush over her shoulder as she watched him, a corner smirk sneakin’ on her lips. Kyle should have known that Emery Kate would snuff out anyone attemptin’ to see her in a court of law; he also should have known not to attempt to breach her secrets. She would not admit them to anyone person, and even if she did, him usin’ this situation to try and get them enraged her.

The blonde followed the man with fire in her eyes as he stepped toward her, his touch heatin’ her skin, his lips makin’ her almost breathless. The desire that radiated between them almost made her forget of her anger, and what he was attemptin’ to breach. She turned her head to him, breathin’ slowly on his lips as her eyes looked upon them for a second, then turned to his eyes. “Like a schizophrenic?” Her voice coming out as strong as she’d intended it to, innocence coming off of it like a child’s. She made sure to sound unfazed, even if he was aware that she was not. 

Her words made him remember why exactly she was the only one to keep his interest afire; how she was enough reason for him not to sleep around with anyone, searching for adventure and ecstasy, when he had that and so much more in a petite blonde he called his. He knew she was going to say, he knew that she was just as dangerous as she was magnificent, in his eyes. Still, her inability to share with him what he wanted to know made him annoyed; whether he wanted to know out of pure curiosity or if he just cared far more about her than he could admit to himself, it wasn’t a topic he was about to try to unravel. 

He let out a huffed chuckle, shaking his head. He didn’t want to discuss legal technicalities; he wasn’t even sure if he was in the right state of mind to do it -- at that point, he’d just say something wrong if it meant they’d hop to another conversation topic; one that wasn’t about the thing he did all day, every day. “Technically, your lawyer would be the one breaching the confidentiality. So, you’d be suing your own lawyer,” he told her, shrugging his shoulders. 

Her scent made every fiber of his being ignite in a small blue flame, one that burned brighter and hotter than when he was with anyone else; it was the effect she had on him, an effect that could be seen as his weakness, one that he knew she would exploit just as he would do the same to her. “So, you consider yourself a schizophrenic, my Emery Kate?” he let her name roll out of his tongue as he brushed his lips on her neck, smirking as he did so. Then, suddenly, he stood back up and circled her, standing in front of her. Then, he leaned down and kept his eyes at the same level as her’s. “I thought we were past secrets. Well -- some secrets.”