#magicbestiarys

[maliosums]

@magicbestiarys // starter!

【 ♛ ;         The god of war rested his head against the cushion                        that formed the back of the booth, palm pressed against                        a glass of something dark and strong--he didn’t really care what                        was offered to him, just that it was something. To be honest,                        this bar wasn’t his scene, but he needed some place to ignore                        himself for a bit. He wanted to be anything but Ares, Slayer of Man.

          Knocking back his drink, he stumbled out of his seat to           approach the bar, looking for a refill. How many had he had?           He couldn’t remember; godly stamina prevented him from           getting drunk like a mortal. It took kegs of alcohol to get him           intoxicated. He planned on drinking this bar dry.

                    He stood at the counter, waving for the bartender to mix him                     another whatever. Curiously, he turned his head to eye the                     person sitting to his right. He smiled shortly before mumbling                     a tentative:

                                                                      ❝ Hey. ❞

[panamastayed]

@magicbestiarys said:

"Why are you ok with this?"

“DEPENDS on which thing you’re talking about.”

He pauses, looking up from the stove as he glances across the kitchen for a second spying Zeke from the corner of his eye having his midmorning coffee before he turns his attention back to the BOILING POT.

“If you’re referring to us being MARRIED, that one is simple. It’s clear that I’m not going to change the outcome and quite frankly I don’t really have it IN ME to fight you for the next THOUSAND years so I’m just going along with it. THERE ARE worse spouses I could have.”

He stirs the PASTA in the pot that he’s cooking with for a few moments before sighing and placing the lid back on it, turning and resting against the countertop with ARMS crossed. 

HE draws in a quiet breath, glancing at the CLOCK on the wall for half a second before turning back and glancing down at his wrist, STUDYING the chord around his wrist for a second before speaking again.

“Marriage might not mean the same thing to the gods than what it means to me, but be that as it may I stand by what I said. This is important to me, even if maybe you don’t feel the same.”

[asynjja-moved]

                  ❛ &. ┊ The question though was whether it ever could be the same again after what had happened -- and, perhaps, if she even wanted it to be. The slender frame of her body had something entirely unfamiliar and distant, the way it sat on cushioned furniture, eyes looking right through him as if he wasn’t there. And her voice implied the same. “ I wish you were here. ”

@magicbestiarys / ezio. sc. * based on randomised lyrics.

[fromtrials]

@magicbestiarys​   |  ♡’d  sc !

HE  TRIED  HIS  BEST  TO  HELP  HIS  MOTHER  at  the  cafe  whenever  he  had  the  time.  often,  his  internship  and  running  around  completing  errands  for  his  boss  left  the  dragon  far  too  exhausted  to  do  much  but  when  he  could,  he’d  man  the  cash  register  for  her  or  wait  on  the  tables.  leo  found  it  relaxing  in  its  own  way.  the  scent  of  fresh  baked  goods  and  warm  coffee  in  the  air,  and  he  enjoyed  the  conversation  with  their  regulars  as  he  dropped  their  food  off  at  their  tables.

leo  couldn’t  remember  seeing  this  man  here  before  though  and  he’s  sure  he’d  remember  his  face.  if  he  was  a  regular  he  had  never  stopped  in  when  leo  was  helping  out.  either  way,  the  dragon  had  been  rendered  effectively  tongue-tied  as  the  man  recited  his  order,  leo’s  eyes  wide  as  he  realizes  he  hadn’t  heard  a  single  word  beyond  hello.

❝  sorry,  sorry,  can  you  um  repeat  your  order  again  ?  ❞   an  apologetic  smile  on  leo’s  lips  as  he  stammers.

[maliosums]

@magicbestiarys asks: Runs at [ Ares ] at full speed to tackle them to the ground.   (Stanislav, play? Attacc? Challenging?) [ x ]

【 ♛ ;           You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.

                         It had to be some cruel twist of fate. He usually didn’t get                          caught off guard, but perhaps the mystery of this thing had                         temporarily blinded him into falling for his docile facade. The                         not-mortal lunges, the force of their bodies enough to make                         Ares collapse-- he should have held firm, he was more than                         capable of withstanding more physical attacks, but his own                         curiosity cost him his guard.

                 ❝ I don’t know what you’re doing-----                         but you really shouldn’t be doing it. ❞

[panamastayed]

@magicbestiarys said:

‘ you say everything happens for a reason . i can’t find a reason for this . ’ Zeke

IT’S TRUE. He figures Zeke wouldn’t really be able to find a reason for Artemis leaving either. THEY never discussed the subject primarily due in part to the fact that they spent more time resisting each other than actually trying to WORK out the roughness of co-inhabiting. He draws in a quiet breath, running a hand through his hair and frowns a little bit, HANDS folding together for a second as he leans over and sighs.

“I can’t either.”

HE FIGURES if they’re going to discuss it he should be OPEN. Zeke’s his HUSBAND after all, and it stands to reason that he should be OPEN with the man he’s married to ( MAYBE it wasn’t for love, but he’d like to at least try and GET along with him ). He draws in a breath through his NOSTRILS for a moment, nodding quiet before continuing.

“She...just disappeared one day. I don’t know why. She never told me anything, and I can’t explain away why she did it. IT HURTS and it’s confusing. She was the closest thing I HAD to a family...and I just can’t comprehend it but–––”

HE GLANCES at the other man for a second, STUDYING him with a MUCH softer gaze than he’s used to. THOUGH he’s admittedly sad. He DOESN’T know how to feel about talking to it with him. HE’D JUST prefer not to, but he’s going to at the very least try.

“–––I’m sorry. I know it’s annoying...I just I don’t understand it either. But I’m doing my best to try and keep going. I chose to become a god because if she left without telling me then maybe...she thought I was worthy of filling the role in her wake. Maybe I’m not, but...I want to at least try and do right by her...maybe find her someday.”

[asynjja-moved]

                   ❛ &. ┊     “  A  ruble  for  your  thought?  ”  Warmth  spreads  across  pale  features,  prospering  in  the  presence  of  a  rarely  sighted  smile.  The  death  of  Charles  XII  had  reached  her  and  the  fellow  Norwegian  soldiers  only  hours  ago,  the  celebration  brief,  the  permission  to  return  to  the  homeland  uncertain  --  and  she  hadn’t  expected  to  find  him  staring  from  inbetween  a  cluster  of  haunting  trees  but  was  his  presence  a  pleasant  surprise  nonetheless.  The  tents  built  for  the  soldiers  were  scarce,  uncomfortable,  so  had  she  instead  settled  for  the  campfire,  hair  let  down  and  hands  reaching  out  to  warm  skin  against  the  sizzling  flame.  “  The  tsardom  is  quite  beautiful,  I  think.  I’ve  considered  staying  here  in  Russia  for  a  while  --  once  the  war  is  over.  ”  Which  could  be  now,  or  perhaps  not  until  years  had  gone  by.  Frame  inched  a  little  closer  to  him,  offered  warmth  albeit  her  perhaps  didn’t  need  it.  “  I  missed  you.  Haven’t  seen  you  since  we’ve  defeated  Sweden  in  1570.  ”

@magicbestiarys. gets some luvin

[stillbreathesmoved]

  @magicbestiarys​​  said :     ❝ can you help my dad ? ❞   * muse  —  caelin.  ft. hank & sophia.

𝐀  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐔𝐆𝐒  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐌  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓,   startling  the  nurse  out  of  his  reverie.  gods  know  how  long  he  had  been  standing  there  staring  at  the  labels  on  peanut  butter  contemplating  their  prices;  he  could  really  use  some  more  sleep.  his  head  turns  towards  the  girl,  lips  twitching  into  a  small  smile  as  caelin  crouches  down  to  be  eye  level  with  her.  he’s  certain  the  girl’s  parent  wouldn’t  be  too  super  happy  she  was  running  around  the  store  talking  to  strangers.

❝  i  guess  that  depends,  what  does  your  daddy  need  help  with  ?  ‘m  sure  he  won’t  be  too  glad  that  you’re  talkin’  to  strangers.  ❞

↷      prompt:  unprompted.    /    always accepting.