#;prometheus

[skeletal-hopes]

*places a sleeping baby khajiit in askbox*

“WHO KEEPS BRINGING EGGS AND INFANTS ON OUR DOORSTEP? WE ARE NOT A NESTWARD!” Prometheus shouted angrily.

“Prometheus, shush!” Metis pressed a sweaty palm into her brother’s face as she and Rueste shared a glaring glance at him. “Shut up, you are going to wake up Bob the Second.”

Prometheus swatted his sister’s hand away and growled lowly, “stop naming them! They’re not going to stay. We are not keeping them.”

“Uhhhhh that’s what you think. We already voted to keep the Bobs.” Metis said in a infuriating tone. “So say hello to Bob the Second.”

“We?” Prometheus sibilated in indignation, “was I not informed we were voting?”

“Rueste and I came up with it on the fly. Sorry you’re like twenty seconds late to the party, dude.” Metis shrugged, already cradling the sleeping khajiit. “By the way, has anybody seen Paradise?”

[skeletal-hopes]

What would you do if you found a ghost child? (for all)

Metis: “I’d ask if they’re the ghost child in that human horror movie with jumpscares and creepy dolls— oh wait, shit, am I in that horror scenario right now?!”

Prometheus: “I don’t believe in the paranormal.”

Rueste: “.. unfortunate to say that I would not be surprised should I encounter the ghost of a deceased child. The palace, as ancient as it is, host apparitions in its enormous architecture. Most are quiet and rather docile, causing nothing more than cold spots and temporary electrical malfunctions. Others are.. more apparent in their actions.”

[skeletal-hopes]

*leaves a fire colored egg in askbox*

“This egg seems familiar.” Metis trilled, glancing at the egg with a befuddled look. She picked up the basket with one hand, pensively thinking. “Could it be m–”

However Prometheus swiped the basket from his elder sister, sighing. “No Metis, it’s not yours.”

“You can’t know that for sure.” Metis responded, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “It could be like that weird human religious story about a woman who had a god’s baby despite already having a husband and somehow retaining her virginity still.”

Prometheus pinched the space between his eyes with his fingers, closing his blue eyes in exasperation. “I am not going to try and process what you had said. Metis, shut up. This is not a lepidopian egg and it’s not your ‘miracle’ egg.”

“Way to bust my imagination, grumpy whumpy.” Metis warbled, bumping her brother’s shoulder with a hand. “It’s an egg, stop being so suspicious of everything. It’s not the weird alien crab-spider thing that hatched the other time an egg was left here.”

“Don’t remind me.” Prometheus snapped back as Metis took the egg basket back into her hands. She grinned at her vexed brother and waggled a finger, “I’m taking the role of incubation. I’m gonna call the egg Bob.”

[lazulisecret]

✾;The Blood

Constantemente lo observaba ir y venir entre las salas desde que era un niño. Siempre por los mismos motivos. La ruina de los pueblos enemigos y la destrucción de quienes se atrevían a levantarse contra el emperador del mundo se convirtieron en las prioridades de su inmortalidad. Como sus hermanos, el titan de las dimensiones tenía la responsabilidad sagrada de purgar a cualquier intransigente.

Durante años no había dicho ni una sola palabra  en oposición y a menudo guardaba un profundo silencio en cada una de sus reuniones, pero eso no significó jamás que compartiera sus métodos ni mucho menos su ideología. Por dentro levantaba la postura personal, sin jurarle lealtad a nadie más que a sí mismo.

Quieto donde estaba de pie, mirando al contrario con ojos penetrantes, le dirigió la palabra. “...Padre” decirlo no fue sencillo pero una vez lanzada la llamada ya no se detendría. “¿Cuándo terminará tu guerra?”

@kronos-and-titans

[lazulisecret]

How would you define your relationship with Zeus? just curious uwu

Interesting question. Very interesting indeed.Leaving aside the strange expression on the anonymous’s face, the question had a point of interest. Of all the bonds of Prometheus, his story with the King of the Gods, the wisest of all immortals, could not be ignored.

His blue eyes were calm as a peaceful lake in midseason. Gradually he was responding, word for word. “The destiny that binds us is very complicated. We have the same blood, but our parents are different. In the past we recognized each other as friends, but our ideologies were extreme opposites. Our bond is not hate, but neither is love . We are, then, rivals with honor ”.

Mentioned: @tentei-zeusu