#mp;threads

[mpxkuanyin]

catching up.

@mpairmid

The Flower Mill had been just the most perfect setting for this small friendly reuniting when the goddess had stumbled upon it. Truly, she’d been searching for coffee one morning before work and this charming little place instantly took her heart. She knew then, and even now as she sat in one of the chairs at the table on the porch, idly watching people come and go as she waited for her invitee to show; it was perfect. Kuan Yin hadn’t seen Airmid in quite some time. In what felt like a lifetime ago. Things had been falling apart, on both their ends and though she’d offered what help she could, it was problems that took time to salve over. 

Still, she was more than excited to see her longest running friend again. Who would’ve thought she would be here all this time? Yinnie guessed she should have known, considering Airmids love and care of the people and creatures. A love that rivaled only Yin’s it seemed. But that was why they got along so well. Absently in thought, the woman lifted her coffee cup and took a refreshing sip of it just as the familiar feeling of Airmid slipped down her spine. She had tells for most of the deities she’d come in contact with over the years, and could always tell them apart. Blue orbs shifted across the space until she saw her, moving to stand up and wave a hand across the air to catch her attention.  “Middie! Over here!” 

[mp-khjoong]

sharing is caring? |joong+jj|

continued from here. 

@mp-jungjin

Storm grays watched intently as the other ate, chopsticks lingering between Joong’s lips bite after bite. The other was rather cute in his sudden fluster that rang through warmth in his cheeks. The action didn’t go unnoticed by the darker brunette, curling the corner of his lip upward like a feline’s smile in response. The chopsticks lowered to set to the tray again, head tilting amusedly into his leather bound knuckles propped up by the elbow on the edge of the table. 

“Don’t sweat yourself so much, cutie.” Joong purred coyly. “I’d rather know you had a fair share than going hungry. If you’re still hungry, I’ll gladly order a second round for you.” Moving to grip his glass, he brought it up to wrap his lips around the straw and steal a sip, before setting it back down. A quick wipe dried the condensation off his glove, stretching it out towards the timid other. “I’m Joong, and you are quite welcome to join me if you’d like.”

[mp-khjoong]

im dreaming. |joong+hades|

@mphades​

“Go. Walk the bridge, and there you will find him waiting for you.” “Him, who?” “Your Uncle, in a sense. Hades.”

“Did you just say Ha-?!” Whipping around, gray orbs met nothing. The form that lingered at his side for hours now – attempting to explain everything – was just...gone. Joong’s brows furrowed in together at the confusion coursing through his veins, blinking free of the physical restraint in his creases. “Thanks, Dad.” He scoffed, gloved hand swiping down the length of his face. “Gee, son. I’m your Dad, I’m Thanatos – the god of Death. By the way you’re a demi-god and there’s a safe place waiting for you. Just cross this rickety ass, creepy looking bridge into the voice of nowhere and find your Uncle? HADES. The God of the fucking Underworld!”

Oh, his day was just not going the way he had ever thought it would upon waking this morning. “Uncle Hades, that’s fucking rich.” The sour brunette grumbled out to himself, as his body moved on auto-pilot. One boot after the other crunching the roughage beneath him that lingered on this so-called bridge to safety. He wondered just what he was in for on the other side. If it truly belonged to the Gods, as his sperm donor had said, was it a beautiful place? Ethereal even? Something humans could only dream of? A strange sense of curiosity rippled the demi-god’s spine, coupled with a spell of anxious excitement to see what truly lay in store; just beyond that veil.

[mp-khjoong]

itch to scratch. |joong+seonghwa|

@mpxseonghwa​

It wasn’t often that Joong woke up with the itching for pain, but so far his life hadn’t exactly been his normal routine. He’d moved into the safety of the rather normal looking God’s town, gotten a job that suited his special talents and even made a friend or two along the way. People that actually didn’t mind his strange quirk; because well they were just as fucked up as he was. Some more gentle than others, he assumed. It wasn’t like he would wander around asking every person relativity his age what the fuck they could do. But….perhaps there was a list somewhere?

But today, his mind was solely focused on the craving his body was under to feel the needle scratch the skin again. Tattoo or piercing; it didn’t matter which. His skin burned for the ache it gave in the most delicious way. Which is what dragged the rough looking demi to the doorstep of Taste of Ink. If Joong’s memory served him well, and it never tended to fail him, this was where that dark-haired artist he met briefly at Dr. Feelgood’s worked. “Stop by anytime you need a new addition.” Oh, he would be seeing a lot of him.

The door chimed as he pushed it open, stepping inside to the warmer air within the walls, and let his dark eyes drift from one end of the shop to another. Grays narrowed in on black hair sitting in a chair, the side profile of a strong jaw glowering at him. Twistedly, Joong’s lips curled like a felines up the traces of his cheeks, letting his feet carry him closer. Without warning her spun the artists chair, eyes turning wickedly amused as he came face to face with the same boy from that night. Leather gloves gripped the arms of the chair on either side of him as he bent into view. “I’ll take that offer now.~”