#;wonshik

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❛ I will always find you. ❜

It had been a long night, Icelus in a good mindset took a walk from Minx, mindlessly wandering around the city until he reached the forest. Dark eyes glanced around; the night was still young and he had all the time he wanted to relax.

The crushing of gravel under his shoes echoed through the trees, the god wandering aimlessly in the darkened forest floor. These woods were known to be dangerous, but to him it was simply a forest. The one thing he didn’t realize there was someone following him. Turning around he saw the figure, stopping, before letting out a soft chuckle.

“I guess you will, did Dandy help you find me?” He walked towards his lover, gently taking his hands as he leaned in for a gentle kiss. “Hopefully you didn’t worry too much about me, just wanted to get out while the weather was nice.” He glanced at Wonshik’s hand, seeing the ring he gave him with a warm smile, giving his hands a squeeze. 

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Curiosity // Wonshik & Phob

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He couldn’t say for certain but he just knew the other didn’t deserve to be hurt and the idea of Phobetor being hurt made his heart clench. “I heard that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger but the jury is out on the validity of that statement.” He said with a smile, he didnt want the other to dwell on sad things, not tonight. He wanted it to be perfect, he wanted it to be a beautiful memory.

When he heard the other’s voice break the silence, he couldn’t help but smile. Only humming in agreement, he leaned in and placed an almost feather-like kiss to the most prominent scar before turing the other back around. Hands finding their way up Wonshik’s chest; stilling over his heart as he felt the beat drum softly under slick flesh. Phobetor’s hair had fallen into his eyes, hiding them away under thick, wet strands of jet-black locks. His more stocky but thinner frame being so close to the other’s more stark and muscular one made him seem so much more smaller than he was. Phobetor looked like a mortal to weary eyes despite a powerful god looming under the surface of lily-white skin.

After a moment of shared silence, he looked up from beneath his sopping locks and thin eyelashes to meet the other’s soothing eyes. He could’t stop looking at those beautiful eyes, his handsome face, just everything. Reaching over and turning off the water, he stood there briefly; wanting to touch the other even more. Phobetor wanted to explore this man fully, know every line and mark that told his story. He held back, not wanting to get too attached to this man. This was a one-night only thing, right?

“Let’s dry off, it’s getting a bit cold standing here drenched don’t you think? I’d like to get some clothes on too while I’m at it..”

Stepping out, he walked over and grabbed both of them towels to dry off with. The softness against his skin as well as the clean scent made him sigh out. No matter what it was, there was always something that made the god feel peaceful. Patting his body down, he proppd his leg up on the sink to dry his legs off. In the corner of his eye, he could see the other glance over at him which cause him to grin slightly.

“You admiring the view darling?..”

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Carry You Home // Phob & Wonshik

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“I do think you might need some coffee.” He playfully splashed the other slightly. He normally would have been annoyed to get so wet but he didn’t care tonight. It was just not what he had imagined tonight being.

After watching the other laugh and smiling at his drunken antics, it made his heart flutter. His cheeks felt hotter than before, but he quickly disregarded the heat for the temperature of the evening. Placing his hands in Wonshik's, he slowly lifted them both to their feet; Phobetor stumbling forward slightly to land gently against his chest with a soft chuckle.

Something inside of him was telling him to push on with the boy before him; something nagging at the back of his mind that got drowned out by his intoxicated state. Certainly, whatever it was would come back to him when he sobered up.

"Well..My apartment isn't toooo far..I have coffee and-and towels there! Plus, you can borrow some clothes..while yours dry~"

He carefully stepped out of the fountain with the gentle guidance of the demigod; who's hands stayed on his until Phobetor grabbed and slowly slipped his shoes on. Draping his coat over his shoulders, he turned to Wonshik with a smile as he intertwined their hands and began the walk to his place.

"S-So..Have you always had those scars?..You know..because the one time I entered your dream..Your scars weren't there! I mean-.."

He stopped for a minute and shook his head and bowed with a slight sway.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't be asking something as personal as that..Ignore my rambling~"

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Carry You Home // Phob & Wonshik

{ @wonshikxmp because this is gonna be a good time, bonus points if you get the reference in the title!} The night sky was as black as the soul of the darkest god known to the universe; small stars scattered and twinkled among the void. There was a small breeze in the humid, summer's eve that was just enough to keep someone cool. The gala had grown quite busy and exciting as the night went on, nothing short of fantastic as the music could be heard a few streets away. Among the few to disappear early into the darkness was the god of nightmares; having few too many drinks and deciding to walk was the best option, he somehow managed to walk from the gala's venue to the Public Gardens where he was currently. Nothing short of an interesting feat, he didn't end up falling in the road or passing out before he made it to his destination. Phobetor at this rate, was now a complete 180 of his usually stoic self; his ears and cheeks were pink, a bright smile on his face and his constant giggling made it obvious that he was drunk. Slipping his shoes off and throwing them somewhere, he rolled up his dress pants and stuck his legs in the water. As well as taking off his jacket and tie; unbuttoning his dress shirt until his chest was almost fully exposed. He was finally able to breathe after being smothered by the heat of the gala. Skin slick with sweat and the heavy stench of alcohol clung to him like a blanket, making him seem much more open and cheerful. Phobetor kicked his feet playfully in the fountain; pennies and coins floating before sinking back down to the bottom. Giggling at his own antics, his head slowly tilted back so he could look at the sky above him. Eyes trying to focus on so many of the starts above. Taking a deep breath, he slurred his words with a chuckle as he closed his eyes and spoke seemingly to himself. "I-..I wish, for someone..to come to me and stay with me.."

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“Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?”

It was hard lately for the god; he secretly didn’t tell Wonshik what was bugging him. His heart was heavy and his eyes remaining open after finding out news about his family. It kept him on edge and in a state of sleeplessness agony. Icelus kept himself buried under work and any other excuse he could conjure up. He didn’t have the heart to speak up, despite himself coming to Wonshik and hearing out on his past and his lover promising that he’d be there to help Icelus with his troubles. Now he felt selfish; gut twisting in disgust.

“Wonshik, I’m fine..A bit sleepy from this morning that’s all..”

Icelus sat slumped over his desk, head hanging forward slightly, body slowly shifting forwards and his hands folded and moving up slowly to his head. It was quite obvious that he hadn’t gotten sleep for days..possibly weeks (considering Gods don’t really need sleep.) Eyes encircled with a ring of black, voice quiet and fragile and his face more pale than usual. Icelus looked like he was a ghost; not helped by the fact he himself was experiencing nightmares of others and of his own creation. The lights in his office were dimmed so low it made everything almost disappear. With a quiet sigh, his eyes avoided Wonshik’s until his voice echoed through the dark room.

“Please trust me, I’m fine.”

He wasn’t fine. His son vanished, brother disappeared months ago and now his closest relative left him a note saying goodbye without explanation. Icelus was slowly cracking under the emotional distress he was having, and he wasn’t sure he could take anyone else leave him anymore.

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❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

“Wonshik, I know you like playing with hair, but you shouldn’t have to fuss with the wig.”

A light chuckle passed the now ruby-red lips of the god as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror; his caring boyfriend trying to style and adjust the wig he was putting on. The two decided to do a couple’s costume this year, but with any good thing, there was a struggle to decide what to do.

One night after watching some old movies and vintage TV shows, Icelus casually brought up doing Gomez and Morticia Addams from The Addams Family. Now here he sits; a long, black wig, the sensual makeup, long black hair, the signature skin-tight dress and a pair of sharp stilettos on his feet. If he really wanted, he could’ve done a male Morticia but seeing that he wanted to keep it classic, he accepted his fate.

“Come on Wonshik, I still have to fix a few things with your costume before we leave. It looks fine.”

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Droplets // IceShik

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“I would get really drunk in the park, and I ended up telling the boys I was with that I was gay, by accident I can’t even remember. I never said the word but it was obvious and people turned on me and I was so afraid and this boy we were with stepped in and defended me.” Wonshik shrugged a little. “ I was so drunk, I remember clinging to him and that’s when I met my ex, J. He protected me from them and he was eighteen and everyone respected him.” Wonshik’s smile fell. He didn’t really know how to start the next bit and he felt anxious. “Keeping up so far?” He asked trying not to show his anxiety.

As soon as he felt the familiar calm aura of his surroundings, Icelus instantly relaxed; sitting quietly beside his lover. He wasn’t sure how Wonshik felt, but he knew he had to support him. Wonshik was trusting with his history and his heart and Zeus forbid that Icelus breaks his heart, then there WILL be a reason for him to be struck by lightning. The creeping dread of the sudden thought instantly faded as soon as his lover’s soft lips met his; time slowly melting and melding into the world around them. Dark eyes met the other’s much softer gaze as his attention was drawn to the deep voice resonating from the mortal before him.

Multiple things rushed into his mind as he imagined what the boy’s life was like from the very beginning; a whirlwind or hurricane of heartbreak and sadness with only a spark of light. That’s what it seemed like to Icelus as he continued to listen to the story. When Wonshik began to talk about J, he dug into his pocket and pulled out the picture from earlier that Wonshik had placed on the coffee table. Looking quite hard at the taller boy in the picture, he tried to imagine how J really was like. Was he kind to him? No, not from what he had seen on the demigod’s body.

The question came; snapping his face back up to meet the other’s anxious glance. “Oh, Y-yes, sorry. I was just thinking..Please continue Wonshik.” His voice was gentle and quiet; the breeze moving through the branches causing a gentle rustling in the leaves around them. Putting the picture down, he reached over and carefully took the other’s hands in his own; reassurance that he was all there. He could feel the other’s hands trembling..was he scared?

“This J, did your love grow cold from his side? Is that why he hurt you so badly?..”

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Carry You Home // IceShik

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“I have only been to Kyong-Ju and here.” He said with a little smile. He knew Paris probably wasn’t anything like it was in his mind but he had always wanted to go to Paris. “It sounds perfect. Paris, You, the 1950′s what more could a boy want.” He smiled, looking down at the man. He felt his heart swell a little at the other’s smile. “Was it safe?” He asked, “…I just… heard it was dangerous there.”

‘Yes, I’ve heard that too..Sadly, the world has changed since I lived there. Back then, it was still recovering from the war, so it was still quite a dangerous place even when there wasn’t much conflict. But I must say, I do miss it; but in the Underworld is where I’ll always feel at peace.”

Turning his body so that he lay face to face with Wonshik, he raised his hand to gently cup his cheek. A warm smile spread across his lips making him seem so much more at ease with his surroundings. This was something he had longed for centuries and it was all worth the long wait. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head; a light chuckle escaping him. He completely forgot he was a god, he had the ability to go to the Underworld like his brothers and the master of the hellish yard himself.

“Gods, I keep forgetting about the abilities I’m gifted. Silly me..I forgot that I summoned myself to the surface by using the gates that we can manipulate and open. Meaning; anytime you do want to visit, let me know and I can attempt to bring you with me. Luckily, since you are a demigod, you shouldn’t have to worry about anything bad happening to you.”