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  hestia watches as helios races through the sky in his chariot, watches as the earth starts to come to life. in little trickles at first, but soon the temples and streets were bursting with life.

he takes his portion of offerings for the other gods, as always, but he feels warmth surge through his soul and smiles as he senses the high priest deon make his offering. he usually does not favour any mortals, but deon’s devotion to him was so powerful, and it made the god smile.

he steps away from the sacred fire of olympus, and makes the decision to visit the temple at night.

it was only after selene had ridden the sky in and brought out the moon that hestia descended from the mountain. softly padding through his temple and watching deon with eyes of blue flames.

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Selene lights the heavens with her brilliant light, and the High Priest of Hestia's temple wanes the hours washing the marble with his own hands.  (No act is below him for his patron.  To care for the temple is the highest honor.  It contents his heart to do so.)   Deon stokes the hearth fires, ensures that they will live till morning light- and when he turns to the entrance of the temple he takes inventory of their new guest- Deon greets them with a warm smile. "Merry Meet, my friend- have you come seeking the blessings of Hestia?"  And abruptly, a sight stops him- those eyes, filled with ethereal fire, wise and ancient- Deon feels his heart flutter in his chest, kick up a thunderstorm, more accurately.   "My lord, Hestia, this is a true honor...."

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ofhearthiisms

He wakes before Helios even lights the sky, and  despite the creeping chill of the coming winter, Deon is warmed from within by the light of his  God.   He is ever dilligent.  Lights every hearth and  kindles the flames to roaring life.  He makes  to the alter, burns sage and rosemary within the center hearth, and sends his praises unto high Olympus.  To his God.       (Devout.  Loving.  There has never         been anything so important in his        heart as his God.  His position as        head priest wins his devotion over        all else.)

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sxdere

He's poured his blood sweat and tears into this dream- into his baby and she's finally all finished up with a fresh coat of paint- he pulls into the school parking lot and jumps from the seat so fast he's practically flying. If he grins any wider his face will absolutely split.  Jason is sitting on one of the benches, waiting- and the minute he sees Deans face he just knows.  She's finished. They can go.   Dean comes right up to Jason, moving quick.  And while words are obvious in the way the boy opens his mouth with a quizzical look, Dean swallows up his question with a soul searing kiss.

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     { Castiel chose that apartment because of the view he had from his living               room. He bought a couch and placed it just below the window, and               he could see the street and the sunset everyday. So, when he was               back from work, he would take the book he was reading and spent               a good few hours by his open window. It wasn’t too cold there, and               even less now in summer, so he enjoyed it very much.

     And it had nothing to do with the fact that a very cute voy stood outside his               flat above his smoking, or played the guitar in such a way that its               melody could make Castiel read the same paragraph at least twenty               times without really understanding what it said. }

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It's become something like a routine- just as the sun begins to dip beyond the line of the sky, Dean sits on those steps and smokes and mr. way-too-blue eyes sits and reads.  Every once in a while one will catch the other looking and offer a nod of acknowledgement or smile.  Today, Dean decides, a nod isn't good enough.  He barely shifts, but his eyes turn to the open window.  "getting pretty cool out.  Little cold to sit with the window open isn't it?"  He punctuates the inquiry with a drag off his cigarette, and breathes the poison off into the night.

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❝ ahh yes. well i oversee most operations and conduct each team on what to do. nothing grand. as for sights… i haven’t seen anything strange, but i did notice that the new batch of interns were quite jumpy. ❞

blue eyes seem to darken at the thought of the disappearances, before the return to their brilliant blue colour.

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The shift of shadow over his eyes is duly noted, but it's gone so quickly that Dean has little time to make much of it.  "Jumpy-- that isn't normal for a bunch of interns?  In a new company?" (And those eyes, dammit.  They're eerie in a   way Dean can't place.)

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jason’s used to people staring at him at bars. but the man that was currently staring at him was good looking, and jason was interested.  though he could sense the man’s hesitance in accepting the fact that he’s staring at jason. he sends a smirk over the man’s way, teasing.

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Getting caught makes him flustered and flustered makes him irritable.  When the smirk is tossed  his direction, Dean flips him the bird back-- much to Sam's dismay.  

A disgruntled noise is given in response, before  Dean elects to stand and escape the bar entirely.

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❝ i am. what do you need agent ? ❞

blazing eyes met emerald ones as harper does a once over of the man. he knows the man is lying. really, every non-human creatures knows exactly who this man is, and who his brother is. but harper’s going to let this little charade go one for a while.

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"I'm investigating the recent disappearances.   The only common denominator seems to be   that they all worked in this department, so if  you are of the knowledge, I'd appreciate a run   down of just what you do here-- and if...you've  seen anything strange." Because people going missing in the office has got to get noticed, right?  If there's something  supernatural going on Dean just hopes there isn't any way it's gone unnoticed.

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mosthumanangel

Fingers over a fret board, fly over note after note.  His instrument is a finely tuned extension of himself, a part of what lies inside of his heart. Dean is a hopeful musician in a one bedroom apartment with his dog and a passion.  That's about it.  That's all he needs, really-- He plays  for hours every night, and then steps out the window for a smoke.   It's approaching seriously late hours now, so Dean stretches, sets the guitar aside and opens the window in order to step out.  He shakes free  a cigarette and flips open his lighter all in one  fluid motion.               (It won't be long till the guy downstairs              from him takes a seat in the chair near               his window to read the way he does              every night.  Dean swears up and down              he isn't a stalker, but maybe he looks              forward to seeing Mr. Blue Eyes every              evening.)

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ofheartiisms

" 'scuse me, I'm Agent Brent."

"Would you happen to be Mr. Harper O'lympe?" And maybe that should have been his first clue, but well, Dean isn't really supposed to be the bright one of the Winchester brothers.  He's here investigating disappearances- what they expect to be paranormal in nature.   The man in front of him has eyes a ridiculous  shade of blue, swimming with fire-- they don't seem human at all and Dean should really be more suspicious of them but-- well, he notes it at least.  And then writes it off.

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sxdere

Yeah so, maybe he's been a little bit in denial for a lot long time-- Dean catches eyes way too  blue over the rim of his glass, and feels his heart give a stutter.  He definitely doesn't approve of  the involuntary reaction that blooms below his belt or in his chest. 

Okay, so maybe he's staring a little bit too-- but he's trying not to and every time he tears his eyes away they go right back.  Glued to the man on  the stool opposite of him.