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[kotofvi]

@solaoccasum​ | Cont.

                Ah-- shit. That wasn’t what he intended to say, but it was at the same time. He had to wonder why she’d drag him out when all he wanted to do was rest. Then again, he also knew why. (Being the living embodiment of a contradiction was difficult.) There were lines to be drawn though. Iso didn’t know how to deal with being in large crowds of people who were so aware of him without the added point of him being there to basically wipe them off the map. Removing an entire community was as easy as snapping his fingers and for that, he could feel every whisper and hear every thought of panic about his being there. It made him uncomfortable and made him wonder why he’d be out here to begin with-- For her. His mind always answers his questions and he’s left looking like a kicked puppy at her words. 

Ears drooping, eyes narrowed, a slight frown on his features; grumbling beneath his breath, he reaches out with marked phalanges and tugs at her sleeve to pull her back. “S’not what I meant, damn it.” He practically mutters the words but that grip doesn’t let up. That face-- it’s not a good expression for her, not one she should wear. He doesn’t like it and so he deems it unnecessary and something to be rid of. “C’mon quit makin’ that face, I didn’t mean it like that, Ran. I’m just-- I can hear ‘em. They instinctively know and because of that, they fuckin’ panic and I can feel all of it. It makes me annoyed. S’why I don’t like goin’ into crowded places without a purpose.” 

Ah, damn. He’s not used to this. Normally, he talks to no one but his witches and animals. Kids if necessary, but never while trying to really comfort or reassure someone without blunt reasoning. Still, he makes the attempt, fingers pulling that sleeve a bit more to pull her closer into his side and tuck his arm around her. “I’ll behave. I ain’t bitchin’ no more, take me where ya want.” 

[nyota-sungura]

@jishintcra | Iso ;;

            The primordial creature figured he’d go out of his ether today and simply get some work done in a different environment. It wasn’t entirely unusual that he’d find some place else to work, though it was rare since he was incredibly lazy and didn’t often feel like even leaving, but everyone needed a change of pace from time to time. Still though, he could feel the eyes boring into the back of his skull and was already aware of the woman, sighing a bit. Of course there had to be one non-human in the cafe he picked out. He could know almost everything and yet still know nothing concerning certain aspects, like when or how someone else would appear. His long ears twitch, he hadn’t even bothered with a glamour since humans tend to think he’s just a body modification enthusiast or some other asinine shit. “If you’re gonna stare me down, little Shinigami, ya might as well just get it over with and talk to me. Ain’t like I’m gonna eat ya and ya sure as hell ain’t gonna be able to figure out why I feel so drastically different from the rest you’re familiar with if ya don’t ask.” 

[nyota-sungura]

@automatousmarionette | Ισορροπία ;; 

            The god was, as usual, a grumpy and annoyed creature in the mornings. He’d woken up to a beam of unholy light searing his corneas again and cursed Apollo like no one’s business for a good hour. Gods alive, he wanted them to die already but could only sigh and get up. Balance was balance and unfortunately he was the keeper of it, so much to his chagrin and annoyance with those pests-- he couldn’t just go and rip the man’s throat out as much as he would’ve loved to. His morning routine is simple. Fall out of bed, crawl to the door and some how find his way to his feet then get coffee and dump a quarter cup of sugar and flavoured syrup into it. Its about this time though that he feels that pull of his ether being opened and narrows his eyes over his mug, staring in the direction it was happening in and waiting for some rambunctious little ‘hero’ child to come out swinging. 

However, he’s pleasantly surprised (for once in his life) when it isn’t. “.. Oh. Not human nor are ya some little pestering demi-god.” His ears lift from their lowered position of annoyance and he casually takes another drink of his coffee. “Coffee’s on the counter, kid.” Did this guy have any care at all that there was a stranger in his home let alone one that clearly was not of the organic variety? Not really. Ισορροπία didn’t care who or what she was so long as she wasn’t here to give him any shit. The god settles down at his sofa, still in his pajamas with bedhead galore and idly glances over. “Ya gonna pop a squat or what, kid? I’m a Primordial God, I ain’t got all day to be babysitting so tell me what you’re here for. Blessin’? Hopeful wishing? Maybe to not be a little shit and cause trouble early in the morning when I already wanna kill Apollo’s stupid ass for death beaming my corneas?” 

He flicks his wrist to have his desk move over to him, idly setting up and setting his coffee aside in favour of pulling up his work spread for today. Even a primordial god has to update his system after all. “If you say you’re here to earn your mettle or some shit I’m going to make a really bad fucking pun and tell you to get out. But if you’re not then feel free to get comfortable, witches’ll be by in twenty to bring bat shaped chocolate chip fudge cookies.” Ah yes. Such elegance for a man of his standing.

[kotofvi]

crawls into his lap, because he's been ignoring her for his work. she missed him terribly and wanted all his attention for herself. soft nips along iso's jaw, freckled nose brushing along the column of his neck. ❝ ━ pay attention to me....❞ she's grumbling, a pout to her lips, ❝ ━ i missed ya. ❞

          Ah– There’s something warm strewn across his limbs and he has a sneaking suspicion it’s a rather needy little tigress. Green hues shift downwards, arms raising away from his laptop when she began nipping along his jaw and taunting his throat. How utterly unfair. Or fair, given she was right about him burying himself in his work again. Perhaps she was the contradiction and he was not. A contradiction in and of itself. His ears twitch upwards in interest, fingers threading into messy orange strands to further dishevel them as he turns his head down to return the favour of being nipped at. Sharp jowls caress the curve of her throat before the lips that hid them met her own. “Y’know, you could get my attention in other ways.. Like coffee. I need that to continue living– but I don’t mind this course of action either since I missed ya too.” // @solaoccasum

[kotofvi]

‘ i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people. i can bear this weight on my own. i have to. ’ ( ran @ iso )

@insoucicnce | Meme I can’t remember;

               There’s a scoff in the primordial creatures throat at those words. “What a ridiculous notion,” he mutters. How could one woman be so daft when she certainly didn’t lack in having brains and commonsense? He’d say he’d never understand the whims of mortals but he supposed he could as well. (A contradiction, as he always was.) He shifts and marked phalanges tangle in clothing to bring her into his lap and settle her into place. Whether she wanted it or not, she was getting nestled into the pocket corner and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “That’s some bullshit logic you’re tryin’a offer me, brat. Selfish too.” As crass as he was at times, he had a point to make for it. 

“What, ya think they’re weak? Think they can’t handle it? That’s inconsiderate as fuck of ya to think. Your friends ain’t weak, they can handle it, and no; it doesn’t hurt them to help you. Whether they get physically injured or not isn’t on you but on whatever hurt them. You think they can’t have your back and that’s when shit really hits the fan, Rangiku. Pretty sure your friends would smack ya upside the head for thinkin’ that way.” For all he knew, all he would come to know, all he saw and all he’d learn– he could definitely say for sure how they’d react and how it would go down if they were fully aware of the self doubt Rangiku held. 

Of the way she would put it all on herself rather than ever ask for an ounce of help. “Do ya think they’re ‘sometimes’ friends or some shit? Only when things are goin’ good or only when you can help them and not the other way around? How do you think that makes ‘em feel? Same way you would if you knew they were hurtin’ and they wouldn’t come to you for help before it got so bad that they had no choice but to step in.”  He shrugs, scoffing as his ears twitched in annoyance. “Ya don’t have to do shit. You never did, you never will. “Have to” is a concept based purely on personal thought and lemme tell ya right now, your thoughts are pretty much in the shitter and you can’t be trusted with decisions on your own well being at the moment.” 

[nyota-sungura]

Immediately jumps on Iso's back, teeth nipping his ear. " I'm not too heavy, am I? " Not much of a concern when she's sure it wouldn't matter. " Take a break. I wanna cuddle and you're warm."

@insoucicnce | Iso ;;

            Ah, there she is again. The primordial creature had already fixed his stance before she lept onto his back and he found himself snorting at the nip to his ear. What was with her and biting him anyways?! His arm encircled her legs and he cocked a brow, smirking a bit. “Oh yes, so heavy I can’t possibly stand at all. Th’ fuck ya talkin’ ‘bout?” He scoffs, she was light as a feather to him. “You really have no sense of work do ya? You do realize that if the Primordial Gods always took breaks, the universes would just fall apart right?” Not that he wasn’t already moving to oblige though. Contradictory as always. He’d shifted to settle down and turn to look at her. “You really are a handful.”

[nyota-sungura]

He needs to rest and what better way could he do that but with snuggling under warm blankets and against her? Rangiku thought it to be an excellent idea, of course. She's soft, and warm and he'll be more than comfortable resting against her. ❝ You can power nap if needed, but just lay your head on my chest and go to sleep. This is the only time I won' pester you, okay?❞ ( for iso~ )

@insoucicnce | Iso;

              He’s always tired, perpetually and infinitely exhausted– it never bothers him though. He’ll sleep whenever he wants, does whatever he wants really. Though at the suggestion, there’s not even a hint of possible denial to her request. She’s soft, warm and comfortable– of course he’d oblige without hesitation. Not a struggle in sight, Ισορροπία casually snatches the blankets from the back of the sofa and flings them open to spread out over them. It takes him all of three seconds to get comfortably coiled around her frame, settling his temple against her shoulder as he pulled the blankets up. One would think he wouldn’t go so far as to pull them up over his face half way, but he wanted to be sure Rangiku was amply covered as well and didn’t care much either way. “Bite me an’ I’ll bite you back even in my sleep,” he teased, snickering a little as he closed his eyes to get a quick nap in. 

It was certainly comfortable, wrapped in warmth and she reminded him of jasmine for a moment. Cinders, maplewood, sunflowers– A whole concoction of things rang throughout his mind but he was just ticking them off in order to fall asleep. (Like counting sheep.) The primordial god never claimed to be understandable.