#essentiamortis

[bringthunder]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓  of   zeus   should   be   dead.  he   should   be   dead.   instead,   he   is   on   a   cruise   ship.   most   importantly,   however,   verso   is   tired   &&   hungry,   &&   has   not   had   breakfast   yet.   he   knows   the   food   won’t   stay   down;   his   stomach   is   still   adjusting   to   not   eating   whatever   tartarus   had   to   offer,   &&   he’s   not   yet   ready   to   deal   with   the   nausea   of   trying   to   eat.    the   eldest   of   zeus   trudges   out   from   his   cabin   with   his   sunglasses   askew.   he’s   in   the   process   of   sliding   his   jacket   on   properly   when   he   rounds   the   corner   and,   rather   unceremoniously,   collides   with   someone   else.   he   steps   back,   almost   falling   over,   but   not   quite;   the   breeze   catches   him,   keeps   him   upright.   his   dogtags   rattle   like   windchimes.   the   scent   of   ozone,   petrichor,   &&   death   cling   to   him   like   desperate   friends.    ❝   ah   shit,   ❞   grumbles   the   not-yet-corpse,   ❝   my   bad.  ❞

@essentiamortis // starter call !!

[unseencne]

            those words stuck him like a mortal wound, so sharp and heavy that his mind faltered beneath its weight. his crimson gaze wavered, lost in a storm of emotions he had never believed himself capable of feeling. the cold of his realm had never touched him before                 it was his element, his dominion, and yet in that moment, it seemed to seep into his very bones, freezing him in place.

you are my father ...

her words echoed mercilessly inside his mind. a father ? him ? the thought twisted inside him, impossible to grasp. how could such a thing be true ? how could he, lord of the underworld, hold such a title ? no                  no, it had to be some cruel joke, a deception forged by his brothers, as they had done countless times before. that was the only answer that made sense in this moment.

❝   i must have misunderstood you.   ❞           he finally spoke, the words heavy, fractured beneath the weight of disbelief. his voice carried a sharp edge of sorrow.           ❝   i cannot be your father.   ❞

start call for @essentiamortis ( elizabeth ).

[divinetenebris-movedarchived]

stza sighed deeply. to himself. it wouldn't be good to do it too loudly. as not to surprise @essentiamortis. she was quite an adept at slipping from the grip of the other guards. it was always a mess of confusion and they always had to call him in. it didn't matter what other duty he was assigned to (which wasn't much other than her anymore), he'd have to leave his post and find her. and find her he did, everytime. but she was beyond a smart one that princess. he couldn't blame the others.

from behind, a gloved hand reached over and tapped the wall just behind her head. "you know your majesty- ser alexander says that your flight left him with such a fright, he might be growing white hairs as we speak. do you wish to see only me at your assignment? because this is the conclusion wrought by your actions-" despite the words, his face is wearing a cool, amused smile.

[shesnows]

@essentiamortis says: ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

fingers fidget impatiently with the silver bracelets curled around her wrist as she resists the urge to crane her head. ❝ i really don't think that's necessary, i can sort it.❞ despite the tight ponytail in which she'd bound her long dark tresses, the breeze has whipped her hair into a tangled mess, one which she had tried dealing with herself before elizabeth had intervened.

her impatience and characteristic inclination towards taking care of her own problems, whether they be trivial or significant, leads her to pull away and use her own fingers to try and tease out some of the tangles in her hair. ❝  it's never quite as bad as it looks. ❞ as if to emphasize her insistent determination, she tugs the hair band loose and lets her hair fall over her shoulders in an unruly waterfall.

❝  but i appreciate you trying to help. ❞ aurelia reluctantly concedes as she fastens her hair into a half-hearted attempt at a bun.

[sacredpyre]

Starter for @essentiamortis

"Do you prefer pumpkin juice or apple cider?"

[doomedson]

@essentiamortis

"i'm asking if you can help. jack is dying - my son is dying."

[0paliite]

@essentiamortis liked for a starter with milo winters!

milo didn't get along with his mother, kate. anyone who saw how he interacted with his stepmother knew, including his own siblings. "before you start, i already got the whole 'she's your mother' talk from dad. and i already told him i'm not gonna do it." why should he have to be a bigger person than his own mother? "so please don't try to convince me i have to go see her and get a rant from her about my choices." yes, when he was outside of home, he partied too much and got into trouble but it's not like he was doing anything terrible. that's what he assumed she was sent here to do: convince him.

[ofsnarkandmagic]

Cont. From here @essentiamortis

He'd not only known about the sprig of mistletoe hanging in The English Garden, but he'd been the one to hang it. Being taller came in handy sometimes, though his twin wasn't one to milk that notion. For what it's worth, it is a rather good tradition, one of which Melvin himself has taken part in many times. Yet he didn't take Elizabeth as one that would partake in such a thing, to say the least.

Which explains why his eyes go a tad wide when she quite literally grabs him by his shirt collar and presses her lips to his; well, brushes against his at first. It takes him a moment to register what is even happening, pushing whatever thoughts that crop up to the side. It's just a kiss with a slightly close friend, is all. A kiss that she's deepened rather quickly, yet with a shrug he relaxes, closes his eyes and kisses her back.

Taking a chance, he brings his hands up to either side of her face.