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[ryujinmp]

❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜

In the kitchen, Ryūjin is helping himself to some hot chocolate, which he reasoned was appropriate for these holidays. He lightly stirs the scalding hot contents, carefully bringing the mug to his lips to blow over the surface of the frothy milk until he was satisfied with the temperature. With both hands around the Christmas mug, he was about to shuffle out of the kitchen when the God of Protection greets him from around the corner. Ryūjin offers a smile as warm as his hot chocolate and holds out the mug towards the latter, “Ah, Yixing, I just made some hot chocolate if you want some. The kettle still has some hot water as well.” 

He watches Yixing’s face morph into one with judgement and borderline horror. He feigns a frown in response and places the drink back down on the counter. “Why? Is it a crime not to have marshmallows?” Ryūjin mimics his friend’s incredulous expression, placing a hand on his chest to be extra dramatic in his jest, “Then I am guilty as charged. Take me away, officer!” He holds his wrists together and extends his arms towards the K9 unit officer, insinuating that he should be arrested and handcuffed for such a disgraceful act. It doesn’t take very long for him to break out of character with a hearty laugh, returning his hands to his hips before offering a proposition, “Fine. Why don’t you show me how you make your hot chocolate and we’ll share.” He grins brightly, turning back into the kitchen to rummage through the pantry for a new packet of white and pink mini marshmallows and rips open the seal before handing them to the other God.

[ryujinmp]

❛❛ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house. ❜❜

Both Gods are seated in big, comfy chairs in front of the crackling fireplace. Ryūjin has both his tender hands enclosed around a sizeable mug painted with cliché holiday colours and its contents filled with–what is this spicy drink? He doesn’t bother to question the liquid he’s being fed because it makes him feel warm with every sip. He’s never been one to celebrate holidays, mostly because he always finds himself occupied with other tasks. By the time he looks out his window, the festive day would have already gone by. It’s rather pleasant to finally be able to sit around and relax, even if it was simply to share peaceful company by a fireplace like this. 

He chuckles outwardly at the image of Santa breaking into a home in some unconventional way, but he entertains the idea, “How does he fit through chimneys then if he’s so obese? I’d think that the only gift we’d receive is a cheque to replace our broken window.” He glances over at said window as he takes a sip of his drink. “Anyway, here’s to having one day out of the year to excuse ourselves from our busy lives to indulge in ridiculous festivities and notions of old, grey, fat men.” He says this with the same, playful and sarcastic tone as Poseidon’s, even though the sentence does hold some sort of truth.

[ryujinmp]

❛❛ The only thing I like about Christmas is to get drunk on eggnog & wine, & sulk over my year’s regrets. ❜❜ 

Ryūjin stares into the eyes of the open flame within the fireplace, a hard expression rests on his face as his mind wanders through a perpetual cycle of his memories of the year. He is so lost his in thoughts that he doesn’t notice Minsung approach with words that help break his concentration. The Dragon God cranes his neck to look back at the demigod and simply nods to acknowledge his presence, his facial appearance softening as he returns to the present from his reverie. His hand gestures to the seat beside him to offer the latter his company before wordlessly pouring his guest a separate glass of his homemade eggnog; the stench of brandy overwhelms the sweetness that usually comes with virgin eggnog. 

“Hear, hear.” Raising his own glass of eggnog he toasted with the younger male before taking a sip. “It is time for our annual reflection of our passing year, reminiscing about the good times and shuddering at the bad.” He places his glass on the coffee table after another sip and leans back into his chair, basking in the warmth of the fireplace. “Do you have many regrets, Minsung?” His voice is gentle despite asking such an intruding question, but Ryūjin is always very blunt. For a long moment it doesn’t cross his mind that the latter would feel uncomfortable with the question, but he soon retracts a little in hopes of sounding less confronting–something that he mentally notes he should work on within the new year. “I’m no Santa, but I’m here to listen. You have my support.” His eyes meet an unreadable expression, which he returns with a smile warmer than the crackling fire before them.

[ryujinmp]

"Don’t eat the cookies & milk I’m leaving on the table, unless your name is Santa. "

“So…” he starts off coyly, looking around to exaggerate the nonchalant act he’s putting on, “let’s say, hypothetically speaking of course,” he clears his throat for dramatic effect, really trying to sell his ‘made up’ scenario as he saunters closer to the delectable plate of chocolate chip cookies on the kitchen counter, “if I was to dress myself in a red suit and my name badge read ‘Santa’, you wouldn’t have any complaints if you saw ‘Santa’ eating these, right?” Ryūjin eyes the cookies one last time, and, without another thought, he jogs off to get his costume without even waiting for her reply. 

He returns in a mere few minutes clad in a typical dollar store Santa suit that was a couple sizes too big for him; a cheap, white fibre moustache and beard that covers the bottom half of his face; and the Santa’s hat that almost droops over his eyes. He looks on at Seulgi with a proud grin hidden behind the fake moustache, but his crescent eyes are all she needed to see to infer that he was very gleeful in the moment. He returns to Seulgi’s side and in front of the sweet treats that she had so tenderly baked, often adjusting the fluffy hat that threatens to fall from his smooth hair whenever he moves. “Hello Seulgi, Santa is here and he is hungry for cookies and milk.” He puts on a deeper voice with a weird accent that he would describe as ‘North Polean’ if someone questions it.

[ryujinmp]

` Life’s a Beach ; Aura & Ryūjin

For: @mpxauralie

It is never a surprise to find Ryūjin at the beach, but it is rare to find him at the beach with company. Not to say that he dislikes people--in fact, it is quite the opposite. He enjoys some good company, and what’s better than hanging out with friends at his favourite place to be?

He toes off his shoes and socks, holding them in one hand as he digs his toes into the warm sand. He closes his eyes and inhales the salty air; it bittersweetly reminds him of home, but he doesn’t forget that he’s found a home here with real friends and family. Ryūjin looks over at Aura and gives her a soft smile that makes his dark eyes wrinkle. “I go here almost every day, but it will never be any less exciting than the last visit.”

He offers his arm out like a gentleman for the young lady to hold and he walks her to the edge of the shore, just close enough for the cool waters to greet their feet with a gentle kiss. Ryūjin looks out over the mesmerising ocean, yearning to get lost in the endless blue. “Do you fancy a swim?”