#godiistances

[mothsmuses]

“you must know i’m a fairly busy god,” eros commented airily. “state your business.” 

@godiistances​

[penniesfortheferryman]

There is a short pause as Kharon adjust himself in his boat, his oar falling into the waters so he could push himself along. Coming to gently glide atop the waters next to the other, his amber eyes bright and warm as he looks up to her.

                                                 ”Need a ride?”

@godiistances​ // closed.

[hcathens-archive]

@godiistances​ said:  ❝ I didn’t mean to wake you. ❞

(american gods sentence starters || accepting)

—  ❛ don’t worry ...  i wasn’t actually sleeping ❜  —   sognare yawned but it wasn’t a lie. sleeping wasn’t easy for her, even if she was super tired & needed a good night of sleep, she couldn’t. her abilities made sure that she’d never have a truly good rest.  —  ❛ since you’re here, and i’m awake ...  what can i do for you, dorothy ?? ❜  —

[penniesfortheferryman]

   "Uhm, I guess. I-- I mean sometimes I feel that way. But not all the time.” He clears his throat and looks up away from her, not really wanting to talk about it.

@godiistances​ // closed.

[captainkelphead]

“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?” ~ Mal (Camp Half Blood verse)

             Percy sighed and looked up from the maps he’d been trying to figure out for the last 72 hours. He knew Mal didn’t mean anything by it, but the sea-green eyed teen just hated to be told what to do. Even when it was for his own good. 

“Nope. I’m fine.” He picked up his glass of blue coke as if it proved anything. “I told you I wouldn’t stop until I figured this out.”

[harvestbled]

@godiistances​​ / starter call!

❛ why would you want to put yourself through something like that? ❜

[meda-the-brave-a]

@godiistances​ liked for a starter from MEDA JACKSON

Meda’s breathing was rapid and labored as she repeated her sword-fighting exercises on the straw-filled dummies lining the side of the arena. Imagining that her opponents were actually able to fight back, she went on the defense, block, parry, slash, and so on and so forth. By the time she was done, sweat was pouring down her face and her muscles were aching with exhaustion. Making her way over to her messenger bag tossed carelessly to one side, she pulled out a bottle of water and poured it over her head, relishing the feeling of rejuvenation that came with it as it soaked her orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. 

She was startled by the sound of movement behind her, and she turned with her sword raised in a defensive manner before laying eyes on a girl about her age standing at the entrance to the arena. “Sorry,” she said a little sheepishly, lowering her sword. “I’m a little jumpy, I guess. Adrenaline, you know?” Wiping her face with a towel, she raised an eyebrow. “Did you want to use the practice dummies?”

[fairestmusesismoving]

“What can I do to ease your mind?“ ~ Oberon from Aura

There was a rumble like thunder. It was rare that the fairy king could laugh and do so with such genuine joy. Titania hardly showed interest in the mounting work it took to keep the rest of the fairies in line. She’d argue and stomp off to her quarters while her attendants would forbid him entry. His temper flared hot, yet he had been cooled for a moment. “Such a favorable breeze... To what do I owe the honor? Is it fate you’re here?” He threw down a scroll, seeming irritated with the writing that he had written. The fairy lord glanced at Aura and hummed wickedly. “Mortals tamper with magic and far too many of our kin are seeking to help them. They need to be stopped or they’ll put us all in danger.” Oberon smirked and peered over his reading spectacles. “You wish to help? I may have ideas...if you have no qualms with judging a few lesser fae folk. It will mean nothing but it could be interesting.”