#alalaxios

[indelicateloathing]

“If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.” Ares (@alalaxios). 👀👀👀👀

          ❛     YOU    SAY    THAT    LIKE    I    WON’T.     ❜     less human in the instant the words leave her mouth, carved out by sharp teeth as she rises once again, never staying down for more than an instant. resilient, determined, the words catch in her toughened skin. sharp barbs that only serve to spur on the wealth of adrenaline rushing beneath the surface. he can’t keep her down, no one can. no one has. aggression is etched into her dna, a defining feature that she wears with more ferality than her mother ever dared, the loose strands that have come loose from the tight braid swinging out around her in something of a lion’s mane.

          animalistic instinct serves as a greater offense than humanity does a defense with bared teeth and bloodied lip. every inch of her is turns sharp, jutting angles that are meant to lash out and cause pain in imaginative ways. the first rule of any fight, is simply to win by any means possible. there is no playing dirty. there is only winning, and losing, and she has no intent to lose.      ❛     ———-like    i    won’t    make    you    fucking    BLEED.     ❜

@alalaxios     /     training turned tension

[indelicateloathing]

i   can   smell   your   AMBITIONS   as   they   ROT   at   your   feet     /     aes   ft.   @alalaxios

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Ares might be a dancer, but he isn't usually prone to the slow partnered swaying popular in the last half century. Though, that isn't quite what this is either as he takes Aphrodite, hand in hand, on a spin around the room. They're graceful without trying to be, even as he (laughingly) dips her at the waist and peppers kisses on her chest and neck.

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                       ---She wraps her arms around his neck to keep herself up, laughter rising up and out of her without concern, filling the room in the absence of music. It feels good to be careless, to enjoy a moment without rules and order. Still bent low, she rests the hands holding herself up at the nape of his neck and kisses him back: just below his ear, on the corner of his mouth, in a line down his throat. She kisses him once, briefly, on his lips. 

Aphrodite pulls back to laugh again and when her laughter has subsided, she leans in to kiss him again. 

[chalceus-a]

❝ this has nothing to do with you. you threatening me isn’t going to help. ❞

@alalaxios // liked

[sinnhelmingrmoved]

5, 6, 9

excessive headcanons ll accepting.

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

answered!

6. Eating habits and sample daily menu

There’s a fair bit of meat in Hel’s diet (she has never had the courage to ask after its origins), as well as whatever greenery proves hardy enough for the unforgiving winter terrain of Helheim. Shallot and meat pairings are a given, as are various hearty stews and simple winter vegetables. There’s no fresh fruits and little in the way of variety, something that weighs on the living Queen more than any of her subjects. The upside is there’s unlimited spiced mead to keep everyone warm and their spirits up.

For breakfast, Hel usually indulges in a spiced stew to shake off the cold andany lingering sleep, then goes about her day as needed until lunch, when she has something like a salad or a smaller meat dish. Supper is the main meal in Eljudnir anyway, when trays of whatever food Helheim has to offer are laid out for her Guests.

9. Makeup?

It honestly wouldn’t do much for her. Nothing can be done for half of her face, and the other half is pretty fine as it is. There’s already the hint of roses in her cheek, and a certain natural pout to her lips that grant her a good look when combined with her smoother complexion. 

Even when under glamours to drive off her rot, she might only play with lipstick or blush at best.

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@alalaxios. 

             ---”Call me ‘Ma’am.’”