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Small Talk // Morpheus & Icelus

{ @morpheusxmp } The morning was silent, birds singing their hymns in the rising sunlight. There was most on the windows of the stores lining the streets of the now-quiet city. There was a calmness in the air; almost like it was meant to be peaceful. No great amount of movement could be heard except for the soft footsteps of the god of nightmares; who was up much earlier than usual. He had many thoughts flooding his mind and heart in the most recent of times. Sure, he could try his best to distract himself, but those little voices always brought them back to light. Icelus, known not to speak up about many personal topics had slowly started to open up more since he had started dating Wonshik. Of course, out of his family only dear Eris knew (because she visited his boyfriend's place unexpectedly.) Slowly walking up to the familiar storefront, he looked through the door, seeing the figure of his older brother lingering in the shadows. A small smile curled up as he opened the door; a small bell signalling his entrance. As he stepped inside, he took a deep breath; ready to tell his older brother the good news in store. "My dear older brother, how have you been doing as of late? I know I haven't had a chance to stop by and chat, so I thought you'd have the time before customers would come in. I have some good news, unless our dear Aunt has spilled the beans on me."

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▪️{T W O B R O T H E R S}▪️

• M o r p h e u s; Winged God of Dreams, older brother to P h o b e t o r (Icelus); the God of Nightmares •

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[txt] Eros, I have a request. It will be bloody and unpleasant (mostly for me on both counts) but I'm not sure who else to go to. I would ask Zeus, but I don't really want to. If you do not wish to, I can try to ask Eris. No pressure.

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  Eros looks at the screen of his phone in slight surprise. It wasn’t often that he received texts from Morpheus, let alone ones to request his help for things. Bloody things. The chaotic streak of his soul sings and the love god, the deity of two sides of the same coin, bites his lower lip.

{TXT:} Morphy💭: How can I help?

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Small Talk // Morpheus & Icelus

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“I always have time for you,” he said quietly. “I haven’t seen you in a while, I hope you’ve been well..” Of course, at the mention of Auntie Eris, he could only shake his head. “Mn, no. I haven’t seen much of her recently either. Come on, we can sit down and talk in the stockroom.”

Following the hug from his older brother, he followed behind until the two of them were in the stockroom. It had been a while since he had last visited the shop, so he curiously looked around before taking a seat on an wooden crate. Icelus felt skiddish telling his older brother something so personal, but it was better to tell him and let him know, right?

“Well, I came over here to tell you some more-than fantastic news. After such a long time, I’ve finally come around to find something I’ve been missing for so long. I wanted to tell you I’ve fallen in love again, and I’m currently seeing someone.”

There was a flush of pink on his cheeks and a bright smile instead of the normal monotone expression he bore. Everything about Icelus that morning had seemed to change him in such a wonderful way, maybe because he hand’t felt this happy in so long. Not caring if Morpheus saw the more, embarrassing hickey on his neck; Icelus reached out for his brother’s hands as he beamed.

“There’s so much to say..I can’t even begin to describe all that’s happening. It’s wonderful..to feel this alive again.”

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❝ people need to know that they’re important. ❞

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   The love god thinks on it. Morpheus isn’t wrong. Eros considers himself to be someone who was quite good at expressing how he felt about others through the range of emotions that each brought out in him, but it doesn’t stop him from occasionally worrying that he doesn’t do it often enough for some.

   “Do you think..” he trails and brings a hand up to his mouth. Teeth, clean and white bite at the tips of his fingers before he registers that he is doing the hand thing again and snaps it away from himself. Eros lets his tongue run over his lip instead before he continues.

   “Do you think that’s why Luizinho is so cross with me all the time? Because I don’t show it enough?” There’s vulnerability in his question. He had been trying, he had been listening, he had been giving of everything from his food to his home to his time- and still, his son seems content to scorn him. But not to leave. The mental add on makes the god smile just a little despite the quiet fear that he’s been carrying: That’s he’s not a good father.

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"Hello, little brother."

“Well..If it isn’t my dear older brother..”

The god’s unwavering glance at his brother made him seem uninterested. Of course, he naturally looks like he is. His eyes wandered over his figure before he stood up, back straightening up as he cracked his knuckles.

“And what has the glorious ‘God of Dreams’ been up to while I was gone?”