#bastetxarcadia

[mpxkibum]

“Wait, what did you just say?”

Kibum froze as he turned to look at the woman, his eyes slightly wide. He never referred to Bastet as mother, it was hard for him to make the connection and it felt oddly personal. He almost exclusively called her by her name, even to her face. He didn’t mean it to be rude or hurtful but for him, the term ‘mother’ didn’t refer to someone who gave birth to you, it referred to someone who took care of you, who was there for you.

And yet, that was exactly what he referred to the woman as. His assignment limp in his hands, the term had slipped out without his full consent. It was disturbing for him. To think that he was seeing her as less of a random goddess and more of a constant staple in his life, someone for him to lean on. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to hand over that kind of responsibility to the woman.

Clearing his throat as his ears perked up, he shook his head, his voice shaking for a moment. “I said, here’s my assignment, Bastet.”

[mpxkibum]

☺ my muse helping your muse fall asleep

It was odd. Kibum had never had such trouble falling asleep during the nights as he’d had while at this school. Part of him wanted to believe that it was because of the change in environment but he knew that there was much more than that. He was plagued by his thoughts at night, all of the things that upset him or confused him or that he wished was different. These thoughts usually persisted for at least an hour before he was finally able to rest but tonight had been different. He’d been so restless that he’d gotten up, roaming around Memphis, a firm frown on his face at his thoughts, hoping that he’d at least be able to tire himself out to get enough sleep.

It was how he’d found himself in this situation, sitting in Bastet’s, his mother’s, living room, a blanket around his shoulders and a cup of tea firmly in his hand. She’d found him wandering around and he must have looked awful, huge bags under his swollen, red eyes, because she instantly took him in. He looked up at the goddess as he curled up into the corner of the couch, wanting to engage in the comfort that she was obviously offering but scared, not wanting to open up when she could leave him at any time. Instead, he allowed his eyes to close, comforted by her presence. “Thank you.”

[mpxkibum]

“ i don’t like the way he’s looking at you ”

Kibum glanced over at his mother, confusion written on his features. He’d been having an, almost, pleasant conversation with another demigod as his Astronomy class drew to a close, answering the many questions that were thrown his way. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew flirting when he saw it but Kibum had been in one of his moods, happily indulging him while having no plans on taking it much further than that.

Turning on his heels to face her, he raised an eyebrow. It was a bit late for her maternal instincts to kick in to protect his virtue, he was an adult in the human world but he wasn’t going to mention that to her. Not when the gesture made a smile quirk at his lips. “I’ll make sure to stay away from him from now on then.”

[mpxloki-blog]

Soda pressing | Loki & Bastet

bastetxarcadia

Loki had faced troubles in life, from fierce battles, to creatures that you could only imagine in your wildest nightmares, but he had finally met his match, his oppressor towered over him, letting out a fierce chime every time it sucked his money in. 

The microwave had been his first opponent, but it was small, easily disposable, something he could throw through the nearest window at a seconds notice, but this beast... was chained to the wall, and wasn’t something he could circle in his arms easily. 

The vending machine. It sat, staring him in the face every time he entered the office, and he still wasn’t certain how to use it. He kept feeding his notes into it until his wallet was empty, but nothing was happening, the cans of drink remained enclosed in their own individual prisons, taunting him through the glass. 

He flattens himself against the machine in a futile attempt to get it to free his beverage, pressing his hips into it and shaking it around vigorously. Only then does he notice that he isn’t alone, Bastet is also in the office, and he gives her an agitated grimace from where he has his arms wrapped around it. 

“Do you know how to operate this retched thing? It’s eaten all my money.” He stops slamming it back against the wall in favor of stepping back, in her direction to stand at her side, hands on his hips in complete dismay. 

[mpxjongin-blog]

;in bloom;

A cascade of lights swam over his vision, flashing over Bastet’s face and over her dark hair in a kaleidoscope vision. They’d met a while ago, and something about each other had connected in a way that he didn’t much care to put a particular label on or examine the reasoning for. All he knew was that she was beautiful and had agreed to dance with him when he asked her to part from the bar. And that was enough for him. Alcohol swam through his system, but his inhuman tolerance for it made it so that it hardly had much effect.

His hands trailed along to her hips, pulling her a bit closer to his body. The music resounded with a heavy bass and thudded around them, the throng of sweaty bodies moving and grinding around them. It was strangely hypnotic, and Jongin thrived in that sort of environment. It allowed him to be himself, being lost in the music and the alcohol. “You’re beautiful,” Jongin suddenly said, leaning into her ear. A little smirk was painted on his lips, his voice the same soothing sort of habitual lull that he tended to use with customers.

“Everything about you is just a little magical,” he continued with a little laugh before pulling away from her ear again. There was always something about being in the presence of someone attractive combined with an atmosphere as they were in that caused him to say things with little abandon for showering people with compliments. Not that he was lying, but he tended to lay it on a little bit thicker whenever he felt some pull of attraction toward someone.