#beckonsdeath

[audaciiae]

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap (than for zag)

It's funny, Zagreus thinks. He doesn't often feel tired. Sleep is one of the many things he can forego like most trapped down here. However, he feels particularly downtrodden lately. Stubborn as he is, there's only so many times one can fail at the same thing over and over before it starts to become bothersome, tiresome, irritating, what have you.

So he lays there in his bed, eyes closed, as if sleeping might help (he doesn't think it will). He only opens an eye when he feels the familiar weight of Thanatos settling down next to him, a slow shift before his head comes to rest in Zagreus' lap. Zagreus lets out a breath, fingers gently pushing through his hair. "Rough day," he mutters, finally opening both eyes to look down at him. "Though you always make it better."

How cheesy. He almost winces with it. "Missed you. You staying for a little while?"

[phantasiiae]

"Do I know you?" (cloud for zack >:3c)

First line prompts || Accepting

“Uh--oh. No, I guess not, huh? The name's Zack!”

Fuck, this sucks. This sucks big time. Aerith wasn't kidding when she said starting over was bad. He just didn't think it was going to happen to him. It makes him wonder if it's happened before and maybe he's just not remembering that it's happened before. Still, whatever has happened, it sucks because Cloud is looking at him like he's half crazy and he's really, really feeling the sting of it. Shit.

An awkward silence hangs between them. He coughs a little and holds out his hand, trying not to look as terrible as he feels. “Yanno, this is usually the part where you tell me your name, too.” Even though it feels like a punch to the gut. Even though he's remembering some of the times before this. Cloud has always been a constant, but that means there are several iterations of Cloud in several universes that have all felt that incredible loss that's bound to come in a few years time.

Or, well, maybe not if Zack can find a way out of this bullshit. “I promise I don't bite, okay?”

[hackxr]

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

Botanical Headcanons [ accepting ]

daffodil: generally, sen tends to keep most people at arms length. but if she lets someone bypass her usual defenses and build a more in-depth relationship with her (romantic or not), she can be very loyal. issues with abandonment can lead her to stay too long in a relationship if it becomes toxic because of how rare connection is for her.

daisy: yes. her timeline is littered with examples. the most prominent being when she received her back scar around age 15 which marks the first real “reinvention” of herself, including the loss of her innocence.

[phantasiiae]

"That’s a nice trick." (cloud for dion)

First line prompts || Accepting

Dion blinks, glancing up at the small ball of light that hovers over his shoulder. "Oh, this? It's something I learned how to do when I was a boy." The Hideaway is running low on supplies with how things are going, and Dion figures if he can help mitigate that, even a little, then he should. He has to admit that it didn't come as easy as it used to, his abilities weakened nearly to nothing after being given to Clive. Still, it's a relief that he can do anything at all.

"I was just writing a letter." To Terence, of course, just to make sure that he made it out alive, that he's out there somewhere. Jill had promised him that they would make sure it gets into the right hands, even if Dion has no idea where Terence and the girl could've gone. He sighs, rubbing at his eyes, feeling utterly weary. "I haven't been able to sleep, really, but we push on. What are you doing up so late?"

[phantasiiae]

"You’re not very good at hiding." (clive for sleipnir)

First line prompts || Accepting

“Do you think I was trying to hide?”

Sleipnir grins as they step out of the shadows, resting their hand on their cheek as they simply observe Clive for a moment, gaze piercing and calculating. “You come to Ash seeking out His Majesty and think that we couldn't possibly run into each other? You are a little more naive than I thought, Mythos. It doesn't really matter. I just wonder if you're looking forward to our next battle as much as I am.”

Their grin turns to a baring of teeth, their eyes narrowing ever so slightly. It is, of course, their duty to protect Barnabas, yet this is something entirely different. Barnabas wants Clive to come and destroy him, as it is part of the process of perfecting him for the Lord. Yet Sleipnir can't quite accept that, as attached to the king as they are. The thought of it frightens them more than they care to admit, and they do not like being frightened.

“Do you think yourself strong enough? I wonder if we could test it.” They let out a short, sharp laugh, circling Clive like a predator closing in. “Or perhaps I should let you save your strength for the right moment.”

[audaciiae]

take my arm, those heels look dangerous. ( ok hear me out. moros to apollo )

Making demands || Accepting

"What, you don't think I can walk in heels? I'm almost offended." Apollo grins, obviously teasing. Humans have made all kinds of advances, especially in fashion. What can he say? He's a sucker for it. Besides, confusing people with what gender he may or may not be is probably one of his favorite hobbies.

Buuut he really can't refuse the arm when offered. Why would he say no to hanging off of someone so handsome? "I'll take your offer, though, since it's just so thoughtful." He slips his arm through Moros' as he speaks, smirking a little. "Do you think I look pretty? Enough to turn the heads of anyone I want?"