#firelaurels

[singofus-a]

@firelaurels requested something small from ASTERIUS!

Asterius was aware that Zagreus was now loose in Elysium. By now, he had come to expect that the prince would make it to his private training room eventually, but his axe needed sharpening. It had best be done before the god made it. With how many times they had fought, Asterius thought that in the worst case scenario, Zagreus would wait for him to finish. If not a blunt axe bludgeoning, it would be. Perhaps that would be a useful skill to polish anyway.

Just as he finished with his sharpening, he heard the door open. Chucking away the stone, Asterius rose and kicked the stool he had been using away. His weapon was sharp enough to fight with. The former-prince looked forward to these fights, finding them increasingly challenging and so better for his own improvement.

He is about to utter a phrase of confidence to begin their fight when the put up their hands and ask for a moment. Asterius pauses, unsure to give into this. Usually he did not, but the prince arrived quicker than before. His training room was much further from the arena this time meaning he would still have time to travel to the arena and clear his head before their true fight began. 

“What do you want, short one? Make this quick.”

[gentledeaths]

he is gentle when the morning dew casts over into elysium. his brother has afforded him this kindness, this place of refuge he may share with his partner, and one long, lazy limb is what keeps the young prince of the underworld trapped in the blankets and sheets across the long, bedlike chaise. sure, they could have slept in zagreus’ room, but where is the privacy in that dreary home? where is the comforts? no, give him -- give them -- elysium, home to heroes, land in which his twin looks over with fondness, where soldiers may purge themselves of sin by drinking of the lethe. give him elysium, where he may wake fondly to the sight of heterochromatic eyes staring back at him in the early morning, crisp with dew.

‘ you should have woken me, ’  death whispers, for he is without clothes, but he moves upwards, forwards, taking life’s lips into his own as he leans to eclipse his lover. how beautiful a thing, this silence; it does not come either to either of them without recompense. ‘ how long have you been awake? ’   /  @firelaurels , god of life.

[gentledeaths]

husband !!!!!!! loml !!!!!

how tender. how beautiful a thing, the rejoining of life and death. thanatos holds no complaint as zagreus comes running down the hallway, crashing into him as though they were colliding stars, and with glee does master death take him into his arms, holding him close and pressing a kiss to his forehead. as quickly as it began, it ends, with the excitable energy of the lord of life diminishing slowly as he is brought into the ethereal calm of his husband. a little kiss is placed to his cheek, to his forehead, and when zagreus is still, thanatos pushes his hair back, taking the opportunity to gaze upon patchwork eyes, smiling with delight. ( how rare a sight, master death smiling. ) " hello, " he hums, pleased. " welcome home. "

[gentledeaths]

@firelaurels​ .  🦋

tirelessly,  he serves his foreign master, whose son he adores - and now, in this life, they are one and the same. quietly, thanatos takes the jeweled hand of the king of the underworld,  golden laurels atop his own head, and with a charming smile and closed eyes, he brings his husband’s flesh to his mouth. he kisses it once, twice, three times, lips moving up the arm of the other with a teasing smile.  ‘ hm ? ’  he asks, charmed.  ‘ what was that about not knowing when to stop working  ?  ‘   whatever will the new master of the house say to lord death, whose presence he so deliciously adores?  whatever will he say to his husband, whose chagrin he has earned tonight?