#bheanbas

[sonofshadow]

;; bheanbas

Surprise awaits the deity as he wakes up, realizing that his current location does not resemble the comfort of his own home back in the Underworld. He was not even sure what really happened last night, but it had to be fun as his memory loss bothered him greatly.

He turned his head, searching for that devil of a woman ;;

      ❝ —— up already? ❞

[pekkt]

alt! uwu because ur writing is so??? need more of u on my dash tbqh

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He leads you to house split in two,tucked between buildings bearingbricks of burnt red. They are redhere too, but it hides under ivythat climbs the bricks like it seekscool, damp soil to sink into withit's leafy tendrils.                                            And little flowers, like golden horns                                            bellowing greetings to hungry birds                                            that ache for a taste of their sweet                                            nectar, blossom even in the dead of                                            winter. Oh, but that is the top most                                            half, with stairs that lead to gates of                                            what must be some heavenly abode                                            to be graced by spring even in the                                            biting cold months.Where he leads you is down,down the shadowy steps ofa basement room. Bones bleached white by the sunsing hollow songs as the winddances between where they hang.                                             Smoke lingers in the air, a thick swathe                                             of citrus and vanilla spice, the scent of                                             funeral flowers and blessed death. He                                             laughs at the way you hesitate when he                                             opens the door. Amber eyes burn like                                             candles."Don't be afraid. This is just a temple, not the actual gateway between here and there. You are safe. Or would you rather we held court in my wife's temple up above?"

[my hades over at dxxthly]

[pekkt]

It is said her husband walks the boughs of Yggdrasil with incredible ease. The limbs of the great tree do bend to his flickering will, as if frightened by the fire that burns in his bones. Sigyn doesn't know this man, this frightening, silvertongued creature that can slide from realm to realm with little care and on a whim. But she does know a man who has spent many years learning the way to open doors to great halls that not every god or goddess can access. It took Sigyn more time than she liked to admit to learn even an inkling of this seidr, this magic supposedly better suited for her slim fingers and womanly intuition. (A silly notion, but one she never openly argued against.) It's how she ends up in the great, cavernous halls of Helheim, only weeks after their marriage. She walks slowly, as if worried a wrong step might cause her to walk on the sacred bones of the dead that make their second home here. Her chin is held high despite this, but only because she is drawn in to the high vaulted ceilings of this place built by the dead. Only when she is sure she is being watched does she speak. "I come from Asgard, seeking an audience with the  Queen of this realm," her voice catches on the stones  and repeats last words like they are ghosts, fading from  existence.