ᴹᴬᴹᴵᴴᴸᴬᴾᴵᴺᴬᵀᴬᴾᴬᴵ//ᴸ'ᴬᴾᴾᴱᴸ ᴰᵁ ⱽᴵᴰᴱ{Kinichx[Fem!]reader}
AEIPATHY (n.) /// an enduring and consuming passion
When I opened my eyes, I found myself back in that odd, eccentric realm with that same odd cleft tree.
It wasn't long before she—Itzpapalotl— approached me.
"Óoli' ts'o'ok u k'uchul u k'iinil. A wojel ba'ax ken a beet, wáaj ma'?" She asked. I nodded, feeling the weight of this task in my sternum and on my shoulders.
"How would I even get into the underworld? Is Mictēcacihuātl going to personally appear before me and take me down?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "She sent her vessel down, but why?"
Itzpapalotl seemed to be in deep thought before she answered: "Le ken k'uchuk u k'iinile', leti'e' yaan u ts'áaik u páajtalil u yokol tu yóok'ol kaab le kimeno'obo'."
'..So he's being used as a catalyst...' I thought, hand on my chin, eyebrows furrowed. "But why doesn't she just come retrieve me herself? She's appeared before me multiple times in the past."
None of it made sense, but I suppose the gods have different ways of doing things.
Itzpapalotl did not say anything relevant in response, rather she sent me off after repeating "In due time".
The first thing I did when I woke up was find Kinich.
"Soon huh..." He put his hand on his chin, also on deep thought. He had that familiar expression on his face, the one he always wears, though with the morning light gracing his features once more, he looked absolutely divine.
"And I still have no clue how I am going to get to Mictlan," I shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose in exasperation.
"Well, she said that the vessel would 'present an opportunity', so that guy will probably open up a passage to the underworld and lead you there," He shrugged, shaking his head as he usually does.
"Maybe...seems a little unrealistic though.."
"This whole situation seems unrealistic" Kinich pointed out. His statement was so blunt that it almost made me want to call it a deadpan, but he's usually like this so I don't think I could describe it like that.
"Well...yeah" I responded, a smile creeping up my face.
I looked off to the side, noticing a dejected ajaw sulking lowly to the ground. His back was turned to me so his expression could only be deciphered by my imagination.
He had been like this, or in a similar state, every-time I see Kinich.
I pointed at the dejected ajaw, "Hey...is ajaw...?"
He adjusted his shoulders a little, moving them so he could cross his arms over his chest. "Oh him? I've been gagging him so he didn't interrupt us when we talked," He responded without a care in the world, with a wave of his hand, not acknowledging the now fuming Ajaw.
Im sure if he could speak, foul and vile words would fill the air.
I cracked a smile at the sight, the muscles in my face a little sore from maintaining the expression for longer than I am used to.
"After all, I value our time together. I wouldn't want to waste it hearing ajaw run his mouth" He shrugged, words flowing smoothly off the tongue.
"Hm, as do I," I hummed, placing the pads of my fingers on my chest to vaguely refer to myself. A knowing grin replaced my polite smile, a more "sinister" glint shown in my eyes.
I could sense Ajaw's disgust.
We didn't continue any further within our conversation— there simply wasn't any need to. Kinich wasn't a fan of small talk, and I wasn't a fan of words without meaning.
We sat in comfortable silence for a good while. Ajaw got flung off to wherever-the-hell because he wouldn't stop punching Kinich.
The sun was slowly descending from the sky.
It was about 15:00 o'clock, and everybody was taking a brief intermission as the previous fighters also tore up the arena floor. This seems to be happening just about every single day.
I knew I was up next, as it had been announced. I was nervously pacing around in the waiting/lobby room, bitting my lip with my eyes fixated onto the floor.
You'd never guess who I was about to fight.
Kinich stood next to the door, arms crossed, and he was leaning on the wall. His eyes were shut, and his expression appeared to be thoughtful.
I tapped my fingers against my thumb rhythmically, anxious and nervous out of my mind. This day..The day...it came much faster than I thought.
"He's only fought once, so I barely had a chance to evaluate his fighting style.." I muttered to nobody in particular, gaze directed down to the floor.
I stopped pacing, a cold and horrific thought now placed in my mind. "..Kinich, do you think he'll try to attack the rest of the crowd..?" I dragged my gaze up to make eye-contact.
"..." He stayed silent for a minute, trying to come up with a probable answer. "I don't see it happening," He said, finally, looking up to meet my gaze.
"ALL RIGHT, THE NEXT MATCH IS READY TO GO! CONTESTANTS, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY OUT INTO THE ARENA!" Balam's (muffled) enthusiastic voice cut through the silence between us, to which I sighed.
I stepped towards the door, bones shaking frantically. I was about to open it when Kinich's voice called out.
"Wait" He said, kicking himself off the wall and stepping towards me. He stood in-front of me, his face as serious as ever.
"What?" I asked, eyebrows furrowing. He's not someone who wastes time during an important task, this is odd behavior.
Seemingly in an instant, his lips connected with mine in a short (but sweet) peck. I felt my heart beating as it racked against my rib cage, feeling my blood pulse in my arteries.
I wasn't the only one who was feeling frazzled by this casual gesture: Kinich had the slightest hint of blush on his face, turning his head away to gaze at the wall in order to not have to face me.
"Good luck. Though, you won't need it" He mumbled, walking off.
I cracked a smile at his behavior. Before he could get far, I grabbed his face and kissed his cheek.
"See you later!" I sung out, a joyful and teasing grin spread a million miles wide on my face.
With a spring in my step, and my once suffocating anxiety gone, I opened the door and strode into the arena.
Tbh I wish I wrote this chapter better, I'll probably edit it
That peck was option "a" btw
