#desditosa

[unbcwitched]

‘ not even a little visit? ’ — war & death.

emotional starters !

     » it had been a long time since augustus visited the other horsemen. for what felt like centuries on end, he’d been sent away to complete his job, suffering from loneliness and curing it with endless drinks and mindless bloodshed. infiltrating militaries and infecting the minds of politicians; it was all handshakes and tight suits most days, even more reason to miss the beginning of everything. but the horseman had finally completed his duty, it was only a matter of time before he’d be sent off again to fight alone. augustus would have to wait for the day all four of the horsemen reunited once more. 

still, at least he could visit one in the meantime. augustus didn’t like to play favourites, they were all siblings to him, but he was always closest to thanatos in the end. he was there from the very beginning, from the moment he took the title to his first slayed. albeit, it was his job to be there, but war and death went neatly hand in hand. but thanatos had other jobs to attend to, greek gods to appease. augustus believed in the greek gods, he was aware of their existence, but he would never put his faith into any of them. all of them seemed more dramatic than the last, an ego bigger with each one you met. and he hadn’t even met any of them properly. 

through tartarus, augustus made his trek towards a quaint home hidden away through a kingdom’s worth of flowers. he rarely visited the underworld, it wasn’t his domain, but truth be told there was something eerily frightening about it. memories lingered back to the last time he and than spoke, the quiet sadness that seeped through his friend’s features as he asked, ‘ not even a little visit ? ’ augustus wasn’t one for remorse, it created pain that lingered in his chest, far too similar to the night he died, but he couldn’t help but feel guilt.

scarred knuckles that were in the middle of healing knocked against the door thrice, resting his body weight against the door frame as he awaited for the angel to open up. hearing the door creak, revealing such a familiar face, a kind smile broke out. the two stood face to face for a moment, taking in each other’s presence. 

“ augustus ? ” “ surprise. ”

in an instant, augustus took in the angel for a deep hug. like a war veteran returning home, his arms embraced the other, slowly untangling from each other once the timing felt right. it’d been so long, his memories felt like black and white photographs. “ i brought back a present, ” augustus spoke; with a flick of his hand, a paper bag with a delicate label written in cursive appeared. “ the best you can find in france, i hear. i know it won’t make up for how long i’ve been gone, but call it a peace offering ? ” he winced, handing the bag over. 

with a gentle smile, thanatos stood to the side. “ please, come in. ”

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[otherworldqueen]

“you’re such a fucking joke.” — give me that apollo & zeus mess, ebs HSUAHSUAHSUA

zeus’ first instinct is to frown, reluctantly tearing his eyes off the latest maiden he has fixated himself on. what his gaze settles on is a much less interesting sight; it’s of apollo’s scowl, piercing eyes (that he gets from yours truly, mind you) that threaten to tear zeus’ skin if he were to step close. he doesn’t quite understand the reason behind apollo’s latest statement, though zeus could guess it has something to do with the way his hand flits up his little maiden’s back, eliciting a shy giggle. zeus breaks into an easy smile, whispering softly into her ear.

“if you could just give me a moment, dear,” the pleading is teasing and gentle, with an underlying promise of a reward for her later. she scurries, and zeus lets out a loud sigh, slowly turning towards apollo. 

“what is it this time, my son?” he asks through bored eyes, though they twinkle in amusement at the frustration in apollo’s gaze.

“you heard what i said.” he spits. zeus waves it off, summoning a goblet of ambrosia. 

“oh, yes, that i’m a joke.” zeus grins, taking a sip and collapsing back into a seat. “then, apollo, what does that make you?”

the question is targeted, though his expression shows amused ignorance. “because if i’m a joke, well then - i do believe that makes you twice as bad, hm?” there’s a flicker of smug joy he gets from the shocked anger in apollo’s eyes, before he defaults back to his usual mirth. 

“never forget that i, quite literally, made you who you are.”

“i’m nothing like you -” apollo hisses. 

“but you are, aren’t you?” zeus interrupts, wide-eyed and smiling. polished teeth reveal themselves in a dangerous grin-turned-snarl. “you’re my flesh and fucking metaphorical blood, and that’s never going to change - so if you know what’s good for you, you’d better start accepting it.”

he leans to cheerfully pat apollo’s shoulder, unphased when the sun god jerks backwards. “you’re my son. people would kill to be part of the family.”

“with how often you get your dick wet, it’s hard not to be part of the family.” apollo fires back. zeus’ eyes narrow.

“my advice? get laid. it’d do you some good.” zeus raises a brow, idly swirling the liquid in his golden glass. then he smirks, regarding apollo with curiosity. “but if you’re having trouble, as your father, i’d be more than happy to sit down and - ”

“never.” the sun god scoffs, turning away in disgust. zeus lets out a boisterous laugh that rings within the palace walls. 

“oh, no trouble then? attaboy - i knew you were just like me after all!” he teases, only raising his voice as apollo quickens his footsteps out of the room.

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[unbcwitched]

“  i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining.  ” — uncle poe & his favorite nephew, apollo.

random text starters !

        » poseidon rarely had silence in his kingdom; the constant sea crashing against the shore, sea creatures coming and going to keep everything running smoothly, even the sound of his wife’s heels clicking around would envelope the thought of having silence in his kingdom whole. but in truth, poseidon enjoyed the make-shift orchestra that filled his home. it make it feel cozy, alive really. in comparison to his brother’s kingdoms, with no offence to either, poseidon wouldn’t trade anything for them. the king of the seas was happy in his own domain. 

a large kitchen for such little people to share it with. poseidon keeps his doors open to most of his family, welcoming those with a big hug and a grin. he isn’t one to criticise parenting techniques, either. each to their own, he’d say, but when it came to his brother zeus, well, poe and his wife certainly have spent trips home talking about it with quiet snickering. sitting adjacent to him in a wicker stool was one of many poseidon’s favourite nephews — not that he endorsed favouritism within a family, but the king could not say that apollo wasn’t his favourite. 

skilfully slicing fresh fruit onto a wooden board, licking the remaining juice lingering on his fingertips as he shoved everything into a sink. poseidon allowed his nephew to breathe, to speak about the latest his brother and his wife have been up to. they’re a lovely couple, some of the time, but hey- poseidon doesn’t criticise. “ gods, that sounds rough, bud. ” the older man cringed, kindly offering the plate towards apollo. as poseidon swiftly moved around the kitchen island, placing a gentle hand on apollo’s shoulder, the king lead the two outside to one of his many balconies. 

“ you know, i’d follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining. ”

poseidon gave a hearty chuckle, slyly grinning at his nephew as he placed the plate down between two chairs. seeing the golden glow of the sun illuminating the blue oceans, it was almost calming. the male couldn’t help but quietly worry about any family member of his - blood is thicker than water. “ if we wandered to the ends of the earth, we might end up in hades place and you know how miserable he can be, even on a good day. ” poseidon half joked, popping a slice of pineapple into his mouth. still, no amount of fruit or affection he could give would truly heal the damage zeus has done to his son. 

“ i know he can be harsh, but see it as his way of trying. besides, you know this place is always yours to stay at. mi casa es tu casa as the almejas would say. ” 

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[unbcwitched]

‘ you wanna hurt me? go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. i’m an easy target. ’ — hera & apollo.

emotional starters !

         » all hera desired was a peaceful dinner. it was paramount for her to make a good impression; charm possible future allies, become close with their wives so when it came time to have brunches together, hera could lure out the gossiping side of those women and use it to her advantage. it was all just a game, moving a queen to protect the king. zeus was the face of it all, but he never did the same as she did. there were nights where she questioned whether the man she married even cared about the crown, the kingdom, the legacy of their name. 

one hand rested over the knuckle of her husband. the love that they shared in the beginning might not be as bright as it was before, but they had to look united. keep a guarded upfront in front of the others. enyo, hebe and the other children were all tucked away or kept distracted in the other side of the palace. light laughs bounced against the marble walls, maidens keeping everyone’s glasses filled just to keep them all at ease. the taste of champagne lingered on hera’s red lips as she placed her flute down, ready to part lips when doors cracked open, as if unwanted rays of sun broke through. 

seeing apollo and his measly grin interrupted hera’s practised smile. replacing it with pursed lips as silence infiltrated the room, just as her step-son interrupted their dinner. she could smell the liquor on him, specifically the kind from zeus’ treasured cabinet. the golden glow from her skin was disappearing, with hellfire burning underneath instead. ocean blue eyes fading to a stormy grey. they share the same smug face, and hera despises it. 

“ i thought i told you to deal with him.” “ i did. ” “ clearly not. ”

hera raises herself to full height, chin tilted upwards as she kept her fingers rested gripping the edge of the table. she could feel zeus try to keep her hand at bay, but watching the fool twirl between chairs, treating her guests as if they were chums, she wouldn’t accept it. seeing apollo laugh and whisper in their ear, “ i wouldn’t trust her cooking. knowing her, it’s shit or poisoned, probably both. ” caused hera deeply sighed, her nails drumming a single line against the surface to catch his, and everyone else’s, attention. she wasn’t going to allow some bastard ruin her hard work. 

“ is there a fire nearby, apollo? because unless there is and i can’t smell it, i don’t believe you belong here. ” she spat, the corner of her lips turning into a petty smile. hera patiently moved away from her chair and lurked towards where apollo hung his dangly arms between two chairs. “ you wanna hurt me? go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. i’m an easy target. ” his words slurred. hera chuckled lowly, a hand slithering over and tightly gripping his shoulder. her voice disappeared into a whisper, an echo for only apollo to hear. 

“ you make it easy. ”

hera returned to her full height as she gave a curt, apologetic nod to her guests. with one, sharp tug, she forcefully lead the young god away. doors closing behind her, hera didn’t think twice about pushing him into the darkness of the hallway, watching him stumble over his feet. “ if you weren’t half of his blood, you wouldn’t see past your sixteenth birthday. ” she hummed, burning hands intertwining in front of her. “ disrupt another dinner again and i will personally make sure to wipe that idiotic smile off your face, permanently. ”

pleased with the silence, hera took a moment to recompose herself. shoulders pushed back, rebellious strands tucked away, the queen twirled around and headed back inside, leaving the bastard to his lonesome. 

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