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[krxjongdae]

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❃  ⇢ dancing with them 

“Would you do it with me?”

Jongdae raises his eyebrows for the nth time. They arch in a weird way, making him look something between unimpressed and incredulous. 

“You know I don’t know how to dance,” Jongdae states, truthfully, but still with a condescending tone because he’s not sure where that’s coming from or where it’s heading to.”I have two left feet, Jongin, you’re the graceful one in the family. I mean, look at me.” He gestures vaguely towards himself as if there’s something there to be seen. As if his awkwardness is an accessory that he wears on a daily basis. 

Jongin frowns at him, disapprovingly probably; after all, he is Jongdae’s best hype man.

“But would you do it for me?”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Even if dad got mad at you too?”

"Jongin?” The other hums “Anything means anything, no exceptions.” even if it meant complete humiliation and faceplanting after one or two pirouettes. “You’re not going to make me dance, are you?” 

Jongin smirks.

[excabra]

❛ you knew this whole time? ❜

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Cabra was heading home from work, taking the long way back so he could get in some cardio to ensure he was truly exhausted before he slept for a few hours when all at once he was hit with a void. 

To Cabra the world was a series of vibrations, colliding tremors he worked hard to ignore in his day to day life so he wouldn't go insane. There was only a very select handful of individuals in his life he considered ‘Safe Havens’, Gods that held specific qualities, that made them so very comfortable to be around, why? Because, Cabra couldn’t sense their vibrations, they were living holidays from the noise and chaos that was his norm. 

Camazotz, the bat god was the perfect example, he resonated at such a high frequency Cabra could never pick up on him specifically, in fact he used the mans lack of a rhythm as a way to pick him out of a crowd! To be one of these people was very special to Cabra, he enjoyed their company more than most and he often sought out friendships with them. 

So the moment he felt a unique absence of everything he was immediately intrigued, so was almost uncontrollably drawn to the sensation. That was when he saw him, a tall man dressed in black. Cabra smiled at him and approached, Cabra was easily larger than the other, taller, more muscular, and the mountain god often forgot how at certain times he could come across as less than friendly. 

“Hey!” he boomed in a loud voice as he started jogging towards the other, “Wait a sec!” he called out before finally reaching the other, “Wow, you are something spectacular,” he complimented the other and smiled. Ity was then that something about the other hit him as familiar, his smiled fell as he concentrated even harder with an intense glare, “I... know you.” Cabra’s voice rumbled out, “The shadow in the mountains...” he spoke his voice breathy as memories of long past flooded his mind, “You must be him, you used to hide in my mountains...” he said criptically.

“Ah, I’m Cabrakan, Giant god of the mountains,” he explained quickly, “You are the little shadow who hid in all the nooks and crannies of the mountain, fear came from you in waves back then, but you didn't take much so I let you linger.” he continued to mutter his stories from long long ago, then the others words hit him, ❛ you knew this whole time? ❜Of course i knew!” Cabra barked a chuckle, “The very rock of the mountains whispers to me, they tell me everything,” he continued to smile with a light shrug.

[excabra]

❛ it was too much to ask of you. ❜

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Cabra sat on the hospital bed having the burns on his arm and face dressed when suddenly the curtain to his bed to pushed back in one powerful movement. He was greeted with the soot smudged face of a very pretty blonde stood in MPFD gear, she was panting a little from trying frantically trying to find him no doubt. Cab knew why, he had left the scene without a word. 

{Earlier that night} He had been coming home from working security at the hospital, so he had his security gear on, he didn’t blame the woman for thinking he worked at the small night club whose kitchen had caught fire. The fire crew was busy scrambling to get it all under control and the civilians out, and it is the job of premises security to do head counts and know all exits to buildings, they were the first line of defense and contact in these situations.

So when she had spotted him, she stopped him and asked him to go back down the side alley of the building to make sure the fire door was not obstructed. She had also yelled at him to not go inside just to check the door and report back, before she had moved away to help her crew. 

Cabra, being the man he was didn’t want people to get hurt so he checked the door, it wasn’t blocked but it also wasn’t opening and the way it kept jostling it looked like maybe someone was trying to open it from the other side. So the mountain god did what he was told not to do... Cabra took hold of the metal bar on the outside of the door, it had felt cool to the touch, so without thinking he ripped the door off its hinges and tossed it. 

Cabra was met with a wall of flames and hot air. He turned his face away and held up an arm to shield himself from the heat as he was blown back. He hit the wall of the opposing building and slumped to the ground. He wasn’t down long as he quickly stood and moved away from the flames. 

He stumbled back out of the ally and grabbed the first firefighter he could and told him that the fire door on the side of the building was open and there were flames erupting from it. He hid his arm and turned the side of his face away as he did, adrenaline was hiding the pain for the time being but he didn't have long before it would get overwhelming. He then left the site, debated on whether it was worth risking going to the hospital, heaven and hell help him should Camazotz find out, but pain trumps fear so he made his way back to the ER. The doctor on call that night smiled for a second when she saw him, but it fell quickly as she realized he was hurt. 

{Presently} The firefighter had waited for his wounds to be dressed before she took a seat and Cab spoke first, “Don’t...” he started first, “Feel bad about this, you weren't to know I wasn’t working there, I didn’t correct you and you told me not to go in...” he said quickly, her reply that it was too much to ask off him made him smile, “Of a stranger perhaps... but maybe not of a friend?” he offered and extended his uninjured hand for the other to shake, “My name is Cabrakan, Mayan god giant of the mountains.” he rumbled with a smile, letting the other know he was indeed a god just so she knew his injuries were not something to worry about. 

However, the idea of a certain Bat god finding out that he was hurt, due to his own stupidity, not that did indeed worry Cabra, it worried him to his very core. “Lets move this chat outside perhaps?” he offered quickly and moved to slip off the bed. 

[excabra]

❛ i killed him. ❜

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When Cabra had found the body his first instinct wasn’t to call the cops, no-no, he called Camazotz. He had called the bat god immediately to ask him if he knew the stiffs name. Simply because he was the envoy of souls to the underworld for their pantheon and most souls in the vicinity of the Island would therefor go through him on their way to Xibalba. 

As he waited on the phone, he was on hold, his Bat was always in high demand, he paced nudging the corpse with his heavy boot a little out of boredom. It was a little weird to find the corpse of a human just laying about this close to the hospital, they were usually inside the building. 

Eventually the Bat answered and the purr to his tone in the way he greeted Cab had the mountain god smiling before he spoke, “Hey, listen I uh, found a body... it’s human, not far from the hospital, anyone from your list?” it was then that he got the conformation that this was indeed Caça’s handy work, “Oh! Well, not like you to leave a mess, need help cleaning it up? I have a little time before my shift...” he offered sincerely as he nudged the corpses leg again, it was completely stiff from rigor mortis, so moving it would be quite simple.

[excabra]

❛ are we gonna talk about last night? ❜

Ask Prompt reply ;  *Flashback*

Cabra froze, he knew the question was coming but then he didn't know if it would make Muzen uncomfortable. The last thing he could ever want was to mess with the honey gods confidence. The mountain god let out a heavy sigh, his large round shoulders slumped a little before he turned back to answer the other gods very loaded question. 

It wasnt that he regretted their night together, on the contrary! He had loved it, every second of it, to the point he wanted more. To the point his feelings may have shifted from them just being friends to perhaps maybe wanting something more. So much more, which would get in the way of the feelings he knew Muzen had for his dearest Camazotz. He couldn’t come between Muzen and Caca, because he knew the kind of love Muzen could offer the Bat god and what good that kind of love could do for Caca. 

Cabra moved to sit on a stool at his kitchen counter, making him almost Muzens height, so now looking at the smaller man he smiled, “Yeah, of course, lets you and I talk, I uh, I have a confession to make...” he rumbled in his sleep graveled voice

[viridian-prince]

“Oh, he just yeeted himself out that window, okay.”

“What an unfortunate end. It’s War though, he’s saved us the hassle of doing it.”

[krxjongdae]

◎ (dae taking care yeri) ☽

ASK MEME ◎ ⇢   (dae taking care yeri)Jongdae KNOWS he’s going to have grey hair soon. Between his brother driving him nuts with concern and Yeri (actually) growing up and becoming what she calls ‘an adult’, he has a lot to worry about. She says he worries too much, he says he doesn’t worry enough and now that she’s whining while curling up under the blankets, he sighs. There is a lot of willpower in him to prevent him from uttering an ‘I told you so’ when she tells him that her throat hurts. He can walk around without a jacket in -10º, not her!

“Take these,” He says, offering her two tablets and a glass of water. She whines when she has to move; he whines back when he has to insist for her to take those. It runs in the family, he knows.

He places his hand over her forehead to feel her temperature. It’s still warm, but not as much as before and the pills will take care of it. “Want another blanket?” He asks, but she shakes her head after swallowing the water and the pills. Jongdae takes the glass, places it on the nightstand and pulls the covers until there’s nothing but puppy eyes a red nose peeking out of it. She’s still curled up and he gets up, makes a beeline to the other side of the bed and climbs up. “Come here, I’ll warm you up, kid” He sits next to her, tugging her cocooned self towards him so he can wrap an arm around her frame. She curls up again but this time, against him because he is warmer than any blanket could be and just as comforting.

☽ ⇢   being found shirtless

Here’s the thing: Jongdae hates summer. Or anything that makes him hotter than he usually feels on a daily basis, so him being shirtless is normal -- sort of. Another normal thing is to catch Jongin without clothes, going around the house because somehow, Jongin is even worse than him. He doesn’t have an ability that increases his body temperature, but he seems to have an aversion to clothes and Jongdae has been telling him to put on some pants for more than twenty years. Yeri is a different story and Jongdae doesn’t want to be that guy, but she’s a girl and although she’s not a woman in his eyes, he’s still too much of a gentleman to not turn around when she decides to be ‘one of the boys’. 

To his defense, he didn’t expect her to be home. To his defense, he just wanted to pick up the dirty laundry and had no idea she decides to sleep in. It’s 2pm and he opens the door to jongin’s former bedroom the guest bedroom only to walk in on her halfway into taking off the oversized t-shirt she wears to sleep. He never turned around so fast in his life and he is sure but the way she laughs out loud that she is making fun of him for the reaction. He whines -- loudly. “Yeri-ah!”

“You’ve seen me in less, please! I mean, between diapers only and a bra, I think this is nothing compared.”

“I’m being a decent person here, you just surprised me. Just give me any clothes you have lying around and go get dressed, okay?”

Yeri keeps laughing at his tone, his sighs and his back still towards her. Two seconds later, she is shoving the shirt in the basket he’s holding, happily skipping towards the bathroom in her bra and briefs. He sighs again; it’s so hard raising kids these days.