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Roots | Psyche & Shun

The brunette had just finished with his studies for now, finished his homework at school since it just felt better to do there than at home. He always felt like he could get more work done. Once he was packed up, cane unfolded before him leading him out of the library and towards the front of the school where his ride usually meet him, something he wasn’t expecting was that familiar presence to stop him in his tracks. That presence that feels like it’s haunted him like a ghost.

Now Shun isn’t one for being rude, but he can be cold when the time came for it. Feeling Psyche standing before him he’s sure his face must have been easy to read. The silence between them was absolutely deafening wondering who was going to speak first.

with how they had gotten off on a bad footing just the previous time that they had met before, psyche can’t help but wonder why at the same time that she’s here, right in front of shun, and back for more. perhaps it was her truthful desire to patch things up with shun, or at the very least--she thought, it would be much better for her for things not to remain as they currently were. it would be bad for both shun and her, in the long run, as much as confronting it hurt.

“hi. shun.” awkwardness permeated her very frame as she inhaled in a breath, fidgeting in her spot as she frowned lightly, wondering if she had gotten things wrong once more with how stony her son’s face seemed with a simple hello and the halt of his footsteps. “i suppose i could say..that its good to see you.” she mumbles, more for her own personal benefit than that of shun’s quietly scrutinizing the look on his face and how much he’d grown within the past few months of them avoiding each other through the small community of mount phoenix.

“won’t you spare a little time for us? for me? just to talk? i think, i’d like to explain things a little more and a little further. you might have misinterpretated some things from what i said all those months ago.” she blurted out, unable to control herself as she wrung her hands slightly in distress. “just give me ten minutes of your time. and if you don’t want to see me anymore afterwards, that’s fine with me too. at least--give me a chance to explain myself.”

mposiris:

the ends of the earth

“as i said,” he repeats himself easily when she seems unconvinced of the fact that he doesn’t think of her as a possible disappointment. “different does not necessarily mean disappointing. i am happy to see you now as i was happy to see you then. though perhaps you might need some convincing of that fact.” he breathes out a little smile, then moves the conversation on to the next subject, which clearly has her a little embarrassed, but also seems to encourage her to compliment him in turn and he grins easily, proud rather than shy himself.

“i pick my faces very carefully,” he says with an easy laugh. “there’s no point in getting into a body you don’t like when you can take your pick of all the ones available, so here we are.” he motions lightly at the well-trained body of his latest conquest and then lifts his head to look up at psyche again. “anyway, don’t feel bad about not recognising me, i definitely upgraded in the looks department and you didn’t know who i was back in the day anyway. perhaps in time you’ll figure it out, but until then i’ll happily reintroduce myself to you through being your friend.”

he offers his hand then, for her to take if she’d agree to his suggestion, which he voices out a moment later. “would you like to go for a walk, milady? perhaps the fresh air will do us both good, and i would thoroughly enjoy having the princess of greece on my arm today.”

bright laughter escapes her lips at the offer of his hand, instinctively curling around the nook of his arm as she shook her head and allowed the corners of her lips as rarely as they did, to turn up into a soft but gentle smile. “now look, i’m not longer a princess of greece. long has that title fallen from its grace.” she huffed lightly. “lets just say its psyche and psyche alone that’s on your arm today. nothing more and nothing less, simplicity at its best.” she hums, a strange sense of deja vu permeating her bones as she her fingers situated themselves against the male’s arm, causing a mild frown to permeate her brows, knitting them delicately together.

“we must have done this before when we knew each other.” a chuckle escaped her lips as she smiled up lightly at the other, eyes creasing delicately at its corners as she offered up a sweet smile. “my mind seems to remember the familiarity of holding another’s arm in such a way. perhaps a long time ago.” a misty sigh parts her tiers as she hummed. “even if its a little...”she trails off a little a slight giggle passing through her lips as she covered her mouth and laughed at the sight of her fingers awkwardly positioned around his muscular bicep. “its a little awkward than how i remember it previously.” a cheeky little smile flickered into sight as her shoulders relaxed in his presence, one finger finding its way to poke at the male’s ribcage a little insistently.

“give me a hint about your identity then. because its seems as though you’re succeeding at jogging my past memory with regards to your identity. just a teeny, tinsy little bit of a hint, and i promise i’ll probably be able to figure it out. ”

mposiris:

the ends of the earth

“i am honoured that you would choose to keep my face in your memory.” he reaches out a hand to take hold of hers, bring it up to his lips to kiss it softly before he lowers it again. “i think you are wrong, though, about someone being disappointed to find you here now if they knew you before.” he is still leaning in ever so slightly, as if physically mirroring the intimacy of this conversation. “i think we are all bruised and battered from our years alive, but that we are different does not mean we should be disappointing.”

he smiles at her then, a warm smile, an easy smile, and yet there’s a spark of mischief in his gaze. “besides,” he tells her then, and he still hasn’t fully let go of her hand yet. “how could anyone ever be disappointed when looking at a face like yours with a mind so keen behind it? it seems even though you switched vessels you still have the same eye for beauty.”

if any of his reactions--the bowing the kissing of her hand flusters her, psyche does a rather good job of concealing any particular emotions of surprise and confusion in particular that may have temporarily fluttered across her features. but once the old title that she was known by slips from his lips, every single attempt of her own personal pretence at not being surprised slips completely, sliding off her face into one of pure surprise as she blinked at osiris, before a light frown decorated and creased her brows together and a hesitant laugh falls from her lips.

"i haven't heard that name in a long while." she admits softly, "its been eons since someone's referred to me as such. and not many know of my past, or cared to know anyway. you must have been a good friend then, to remember me so. and now i feel even more guilty that i don't recognise you." she sighed, running a hand through her hair as she hummed. "my downfall all started by falling for the chaotic god of love." she chuckled softly, barely letting her eyes flicker at the subtle mention of eros. "he's no longer tied to me any longer. eros has severed our marital bonds to marry amaterasu , who has been his..companion for years ever since our marriage. or maybe not even marriage." she shrugged, withdrawing her hand lightly from his touch. "and i was different, as a human. that's why i said i could be disappointing."

she remembers her wilder days of youth, running through fields with gay laughter trailing from her lips, dipping toes into the seas with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and being innocently carefree. a stark difference from the silent woman that had matured from her youthful years that stood before the other god now, hands clasped together and eyes fixed on the distance stubbornly, as though ruminating something within her very thoughts.

"but.."she mumbles, almost embarrassed as he praises her sharp wit and intellect, and the beauty behind the mask of physical beauty. "well, i guess you could say that i've always had a penchant for all things beautiful." her cheeks flush from embarrassment. "but you've chosen a rather fitting vessel for yourself, i would say. dashing. almost handsome." a faint twinkle of the old teasing mischief flickers in her eyes as the corners of her lips curve slightly into a faint grin.

"Excuse me, miss," he says, interjecting Psyche on her way to wherever it is she might be walking towards. "Would you like to dance with me, perhaps?" His expression is subdued, but his eyes are sparkling with amusement at the idea of him, a simple journalist, asking this seeming ghost to dance.

dancing with osiris was an entirely new concept on its own as a whole, psyche thinks to herself as she tilts her head lightly, considering the offer from the egyptian god with a slightly shy smile and a sparkle of amusement in her deep eyes.

“in what would you offer me in return?” she ends up teasing him without really meaning to, a soft joke in her laugh and the raise of her delicate brows, more carefree than usual as she shook her head lightly with amusement. “my dancing skills may be rotten, but still, i don’t really give away my dance for free. what about a little lunch or dinner to meet up after? whenever you’re free or something, and i’ll agree on this dance?” she’s slightly coy in the way that she posits her request, a sly smile flickering on the edges of her lips just with the tiniest shake of her head out of amusement.

“it comes complimentary and free with extra stepping on your toes, though i’ll be careful and try not to.” she smiled, trying not to laugh at her own words as the image of her stepping on osiris’ feet while dancing popped into her mind.

#mposiris #mp; hallows eve ball

“ life hack : you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon. ”

“ of course you don’t.” psyche didn’t know whether to affectionately laugh or cry at what the demigod was saying. “ not unless you are a lycanthrope, that is.” she smiled lightly at the demigod, beaming happily as her eyes creased. “which, considering that you’re a demigod, i doubt you need to do that even. there’s far too many ways to release your sadness within you other than just yelling it out at the moon, though. some far less..noisy hacks. like art, or with your stature, perhaps boxing or martial arts would do it for you.” she tucks her legs up to her chin and hums. “i’ll be glad to give you some ideas if you need it. no one knows how to spend time in solitude more than i do.”

#feel free to continue!#minsungmp

mposiris:

the ends of the earth

“it’s alright if it’s not a love confession, though. i’ll take it as an indication of how much you’d wish i took you away from this place and showed you, ah how does it go in the song again? the world.” his expression shifts into charming amusement, his hand coming up to brush a strand of her hair back in with the rest as he allows her words to pass them by.

“i think i would have remembered a face like yours,” he says smoothly, though with no extreme flattery in his tone of voice, only simple fact. “but do tell me your name, sweet goddess, and i shall see if perhaps i may recall it. after all, faces are fleeting things, aren’t they? ever changing for us immortals.”

“no...not really. at the very least, i can safely say that i’m not looking for love in some way or another.” she sighed softly, vaguely whimsical. “i don’t think i’m really going to ever get a little unconditional love, whether i want it or not.” she’s vaguely deprecating as she shakes her head, a tiny laugh bubbling from her lips. “i’ve gotten amusingly deprecating and demoralising throughout my years as a goddess, huh? i’m guessing that if you knew me before i turned out to be so demoralising, didn’t you?” she tilts her head slightly, shaking her head lightly. “ how disappointing it must be.”

her skin lightly tingles from where he brushed his hand against the side of her face, pulling back a stray strand of her hair as he murmured those words about it being an indication of her desire to be swept away--like a cliche princess awaiting her prince on the high horse. oh the irony if he knew that she was once a princess. she shook out her shoulders slightly, a light hum passing through her lips as she nodded at his smooth words.

“i am psyche.” her introduction is simple, and no longer smoothly spoken, without that titular wife of eros that lingered at the back of the sentence, a slightly liberating fact that she’s slowly coming to terms with, especially after more than a millennia of being nothing but the wife of eros, and being known as such.

after all, she had nothing to her name really that she had done that was particularly of worth during those periods of time--unlike many other goddesses that were around Mount Phoenix, that much she could really guess.

“ oh they definitely are.” she murmured in response to his word, willing the reddeness in her ears and cheeks to fade away as his fingers fall away from her face. “everything is fleeting for us immortals, and nothing more fleeting than time, considering we nearly have a forever, if you’d like to define it in such a way.” she paused, letting a light smile pass and curve her lips. “and the same words back to you, dear one--whichever god you truly are.” she let slips a light tease from her lips. “i’m sure i would remember a face like yours too.”

#//: osiris

continued on from here , for @mposiris

if anything, her first reaction truly–is to sputter.

well, who wouldn’t, when faced with someone cheekily asking if saying that they’d follow another to the ends of the earth with only mild complaints as something of …a love confession? a slow rosy colour spread across psyche’s cheeks, tinting her skin as she sputtered in soft disbelief.

“are you always so…”she pauses for a moment, lost for the exact words that she had wanted to use. “so strangely quirky?” she tilts her head slightly, an awkward laugh bubbling from her lips. “its not the exact word that i had wanted to use but, self absorbed sounded a little too cocky for someone like you.” her eyes creased gently in a smile as she laughed softly and shook her head. “its not a love confession.” she tells him rather explicitly. “i think i’ve had it with love for quite a fair while now.” her arms crossed slightly. “i’m not planning to look for it anytime soon. but why? are you the one looking for love, that’s why the assumption that its a love confession and all?” a slightly playful edge eases into her tone, surprising the goddess at how at ease she had felt with the light teasing the other male had given her, almost reminding her of a time–a mortal time where once this had occurred.

she shrugs, throwing off her thoughts.

“i’m fairly easy to please, if you will.” a faint question lingers in her mind as she glances at him, almost hesitating as her impulsivity led her to lean forward slightly in apprehension. “say.” her lips part in hesitance, reluctant to almost breach the subject. “are we familiar with each other? i have the strangest feeling that i should know you, even though i don’t recall you. and from what i know of myself, i haven’t been struck by curses or any lightning, and neither have i lost any particular memories.”

#//: osiris

promptfairy

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 ♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

change gendered language to your needs. ♡

“ crying is very punk, trust me, i do it all the time & i am a punk. ” “ do i like him or is he just tall? ” “ not to be dramatic but if i don’t get my life together i will die. ” “ am i dramatic? yes. is it justified? also yes. ” “ everything that you feel is just a chemical reaction inside your head. wow. ” “ there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me. it’s called the throne. ” “ let’s get high!! … grades. ” “ i think my gps secretly gets mad at me when i deliberately disobey its directions. ” “ it’s a bird! it’s a plane! it’s … me, trying to outrun my feelings. there i go. ” “ i am here to say that i am a bisexual who loves mangoes. ” “ why has no one fallen in love with me yet? i’m so bored. ” “ honestly, i don’t even play an active role in my life. shit just happens & i’m like ‘ oh, is this what we’re doing now? okay. ’ ” “ life hack : you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon. ” “ what the fuck do mirrors do when nobody is around? ” “ it may look like i’m having deep thoughts, but really, i’m just thinking about what to eat next. ” “ do i deserve back pain at this age? ” “ i’m a simple person; anything happens, i cry. ” “ i’ve mastered the skill of feeling guilty for asking for anything. ” “ yes, the rumors are true. i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass. ” “ i try not to sound like an asshole, but it’s really hard because i am an asshole. ” “ someone has to date me eventually, right? ” “ what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of? ” “ your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this friendship apart. ” “ there’s no way that EVERYBODY was kung-fu fighting. ” “ saying my name is so intimate, why would you do that to me? ” “ don’t ask me about my sexuality. you’re not gonna get a straight answer. ” “ i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining. ” “ the first step to any murder is to have fun & be yourself. ” “ i think i am subconsciously trying to ruin my own life. ” “ i may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep down inside, i am actually angrier. ” “ i push everyone away, but in a way, i am doing them a favor. ” “ what do you mean a thesaurus isn’t a dinosaur? ” “ i’m not even a hot mess. i’m more like a lukewarm mess. ” “ i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual. ” “ can someone please explain to me how i’m supposed to sleep for eight hours straight when i’m not even straight? ” “ you’re not allowed to be busy, you’re my only friend. ” “ becoming older than ten years old was the biggest mistake of my life. ” “ is it cold in here, or is that just my heart? ” “ if i sigh loudly enough, will all my problems go away? ” “ hey, sorry i’m late. i didn’t want to come. ”

#||memes

👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .

it rare that psyche sees airmid around, but a soft smile plays upon her lips as the goddess gently looks her up and down as she takes a light whirl in front to the other goddess, almost shy as she blinked up a little at airmid, a set of dangling earrings gracing her ears and a flower print dress flowing right down to her slender thighs.

“well...uh, what do you think?” she’s almost shy as she asked for the other goddess’ opinion, a blush staining her cheeks and a little awkward as she pulled back the sides of her hair. “i haven’t dressed up much in ages, so i’m a bit nervous.” she admits.

#mpairmid

🎀

tension memes -- still accepting

its been a long time ever since psyche’s ever met anyone from the greek pantheon. more than a millennia of being self sufficient even whilst as a human had taught her a little life saving things, even if they were as simple as trying to do something as brushing or plaiting one’s hair.

which was why the goddess found it simple enough as she parted hera’s hair gently with her hands, pulling a brush through the brown, silken tendrils gentle with barely a tug, layering the goddess’ hair gently with intricate fingers and careful details, making sure to untangle all knots as much as possible as she exhaled softly with a tender sigh.

“..you know, if i wasn’t a goddess. maybe i could be a hairdresser with those accumulative years of experience.” psyche was never close with any of the greek pantheon members, choosing rather elegantly to exclude herself from most was the way to go, because most of the times--their meetings, were awkward. not that the goddess didn’t know how to handle them--or maybe..she really didn’t, considering they were all family and related and there was also the fact about eros and all-- psyche quickly stopped her trend of thought quickly, turning it away from the morose thoughts of her ex-husband. or her husband who was never her husband.

“what made you drop by for a visit?” she asked the other goddess softly, twisting the silken threads of the woman’s hair into a delicate plait.

#mpxhera

mountphoenix-memes

promptfairy:

❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] .

designed for muses with a bit of unresolved tension between them , but can be used for any circumstances you see fit !!

my muse = reblogger your muse = sender

♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .

📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .

💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .

🚿 : my muse accidentally moans while your muse washes their hair .

👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .

🧼 : your muse bathes mine after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .

💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .

👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .

🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .

🎐 : our muses slow dance together .

🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes .

🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .

💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .

👔 : your muse notices that my muse’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ .

👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .

🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc . )

🍆 : your muse makes a suggestive joke but my muse actually acts on it .

#||meme

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

guilt-- is the main thing that pulls her to brush the tears that linger on shun’s face, her fingers tenderly caressing the slopes of his cheeks as she whispered softly against his ears, heart aching softly for her son as she watched him crumple over in an emotional rage. she doesn’t deserve to linger by his side, to comfort him with the touch of her fingers when she’s the reason behind his emotional upheaval.

that--is the main reason that she stays away. its a conflicting thing, being a mother to a child that hates you, psyche bitterly thinks, each flicker of her eyes tentative and hesitant as she threads her fingers comfortingly through shun’s hair.

“i...i’m sorry.” its the age old word that has been said for far too much and far to long to this son of hers, an escape route for the guilt that she feels creep up in her chest each time that he turns in her direction, or when she sees the smile upon his face, knowing that she’s not the cause of it because of all the pain that she’s brought through him in his life. “i know you hate hearing this, shun. but give me some time.” its a soft begging that she makes, a plea for her son to give her a little time to gather herself, to do a little more of a reflection than just being that empty shell that lingered in the world without any purpose, like a parasitic husk. “just a few months, and i’ll make things better.” its a wordless sigh of a promise that she hopes he takes well, fingers trailing his cheeks for one last time before she turns from him once again.

#feel free to continue!#mp-dionshun

starter for @mperosx

if there was anything that psyche would consider strange in her dictionary, it was perhaps the fact that she was making her way back down towards the burlesque club that eros himself was working in, lips pursed and steps halting but filled with purpose, goosebumps prickling all over her skin as she allowed her eyes to flicker up towards the glittering lights that so reminded her of his dazzling gloriousness at times. not that she was supposed to care anymore. she had long cut off those unnecessary things that she needed to feel with eros, ever since that wedding had taken place.

a faint prickle of disgruntledness made her brows knit almost tightly together, before she swept into the place, dress whirling around her calves as she slid towards the counter, eyes barely flickering with any hidden emotion as she settled down into her seat, fingers tapping against the smooth countertop of the counter, a delicate but breathy sigh passing through the tiers of her soft lips. ‘

“i’m looking for eros.” the words that fell from her lips were short but not cutting, simply slightly clipped and yet straight to the point. “i’m sure he’d see me if you said that psyche’s here to see him.” her words were soft but halting, added only after a moment’s contemplation.

#||EROS

baselessgone

So are you happy now? Finally happy now, are you? I’m just the same, I think I’ve lost everything. Everything comes at will and leaves without saying goodbye, now I don’t want to love anything anymore.

promptfairy

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓 ♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“ let’s go home. ” “ um, excuse me? ” “ you broke it. ” “ need a hand? ” “ please, help me. ” “ i missed you. ” “ i’m not sorry. ” “ tell the truth. ” “ what happened here? ” “ got a minute? ” “ life’s a bitch. ” “ you’ve done enough. ” “ i’m still learning. ” “ don’t touch me. ” “ was that you? ” “ there’s no god. ” “ you deserve better. ” “ you’re a saint. ” “ you are enough. ” “ maybe you’re right. ” “ this will pass. ” “ you complete me. ” “ you got this. ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“ don’t be so dramatic. ” “ no guts, no glory. ” “ i’m calling for help. ” “ run away with me. ” “ it’s always been you. ” “ some things take time. ” “ you’re being awfully quiet. ” “ please don’t hurt me. ” “ snap out of it. ” “ did you miss me? ” “ how do i look? ” “ i wanna get better. ” “ whatever floats your boat. ” “ i’ll love you always. ” “ what are you waiting for? ” “ at least i tried. ” “ give me a kiss. ” “ what’s the fucking point? ” “ god, i love you. ” “ i’m doing my best. ” “ i waited for you. ” “ you woke me up. ” “ stay with me tonight. ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“ you can’t keep doing this. ” “ i think i love you … ” “ you make me feel special. ” “ are you upset with me? ” “ you need to heal first. ” “ let me see the wound. ” “ is your brain even on? ” “ don’t give up on me. ” “ you are perfect to me. ” “ i can’t take this anymore. ” “ you are my favorite person. ” “ you had me at ‘ hello. ’ ” “ i wanted to see you. ” “ don’t give me that look. ” “ you’re a work of art. ” “ i’m not scared of you. ” “ i have … so many questions. ” “ do you think i’m stupid? ” “ just tell me what happened. ” “ i just want to help. ” “ we need to be careful. ” “ what did you just say? ” “ i miss talking to you. ”

sethxmp:

He checked his watch then decided to walk straight to where she was and shamelessly sat down in the stool in front of her. He’s seen her painting people sometimes so he might give it a try too. It was a good excuse to approach her without looking like a creep, or so he hoped at least. “Draw me like one of your French girls?” he joked.

Psyche had nothing but the greatest amount of love and respect for artistry when it came to painting and observing people that moved across time and space. The Red Light District was some place that she never truly intended to visit or desired to visit. It...reminded her of a lot of things that she truly didn’t desire to recall throughout her long, extensive life. A faint sigh passed through her lips as she grazed the tops of her canvas with her pencil, a small smile flickering past her tender lips as she observed the people around her. Even whilst the Red Light District was that something for the patronisation of the rather debauched, there was still a strange sense of utter beauty in its midst--both of the buildings and its people.

Yes,especially its people.

She halts for a moment, pausing in her thoughts, rudely interrupted by someone who had approached her and sat himself down upon the stool opposite her, shamelessly grinning at her as he made a joke that he seemed intent for her to understand. French girls? She couldn’t help a soft shake of her head and a tinkle of laughter that bubbled from her lips at his words. “I don’t think so. But I wouldn’t mind drawing just a portrait of you when I’m done with my current piece.” She said amiably, already prepared to set aside her current artwork for a fresh new piece in order to sate this new person’s interest. “What piqued your interest in--” she gestures to herself lightly, slightly amused that he had noticed her even though she had picked one of the most remote corners and quiet corners in the district to sit in and observe. “I was pretty sure that I picked the quietest place to sit and paint--never been disturbed, well at least until you.” She smiled a little shyly, before rubbing her fingers against the soft cloth of her dress, a human habit that had carried over into godhood which occurred subconsciously whenever she was nervous.

#;; Set 1

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Fake Control; Bragi & Psyche

There is a schism between granulated land and forest, but from what Bragi observes, all that is the barrier between them falls into the inanimate nature of concrete or stone. The poet who actively puts these things into his own words questions the reason why the weather would be this way if Spring were typically depicted as so jovial; what is a woeful sky, and no wonder his flowers seemed to die, in the middle of May. The sand fades, and yet remains, cool beneath the forest’s dead and grooving roots. The balance between them defies the odds against a bridge’s heavy weight, and this bridge looks stark under these angry clouds. Bragi, a god deemed redundant by those without a conscience, deems redundant in turn that he back out on his plans to finally weave himself into the forest, and maybe play a song or two in his head. Using the leverage of well defined forearms made of compact muscle and bone, it takes the effort of both and a few cautious steps resisting against the wall ten feet above the ground. He lands in a thick entanglement of dry and neglected bush, but as he moves on the forest becomes wood; tall gatherings of a thick and variable green he had never seen before strikes him with the feeling that they don’t belong - Or didn’t before the gods decided to join them. The nervousness that finds him does not belong, but he is sure that with the wild he can sustain a clandestine state of mind. Perhaps he is too sure. This isn’t his territory - Oh, he is far off from his territory; a small apartment for which he has been paying with his current labor. Not that arranging flowers was very tedious to the man, but it was the customer service that would ever fall into the word. To organize and label anything other than himself took vital energy that at the end of the day played a part in his own disorganization. The draining of his factors only served in favor of what he could not perceive, and it would often drive him mad, but, like now, the runes on his tongue feel as though they are moving, and he does not stop in his tracks. The path Bragi takes seems not to take him anywhere in specific, but what he finds is a grace omitted by a deity he had never seen. For she looks perfect. Dusk is suddenly defined as the slope of an active tide; her waist. Shade is a gift granted by her eyes when they address you. Whether or not she has noticed him, the poet comes to, and persists in his wonder because what if she is more beautiful than the point he makes of imagining that it is a sunny day, because her hair glistens and the shape of her figure is still evident despite the absence of a single ray. Bragi steps forward, the twigs and fallen leaves unbreaking as moisture keeps them sound.

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True serenity was always something that Psyche associated with the forest, with the calming balm of its forestry and scents, and the soft twitter of birds in the air, in spite of its inherent dangers hidden behind the face of its tender beauty. An occasional wild animal found its way through her hidden abode in the forest, stirring her concentration from her artwork as her pencil lingered over the canvas, her legs dangling into the gently flowing creek as the pencil rustled gently, etching out the beauty that she saw with her jaded eyes right in front of her.

There was something simple and yet elegant with the gentle visage of the greek goddess as she lingered by the enchanting greens and tilted her head to the sun, the fluttering dress almost ethereal against her slender frame as she raised her hand to tug the slender digits along her wavy hair in what seemed akin to a languorous brush of her darkened hair, before a low crack from a couple of twigs commanded her very attention, drawing a soft gasp from her lips, and an accidental line from her pencil that found its way right across the canvas, marring the art she had been previously drawing.

"Who's there?" She called out softly, just the barest hint of a tremble in her voice. The forest itself was beautiful but held deadly secrets of its own, and it was times like these when she was basking in its natural beauty that Psyche had forgotten what exactly could happen deep within its fibrous walls. "Bragi?" A soft question bubbled curiously into her tone, leaves rustling as she thought that she spied the Norse god amidst the wild forestry.

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