starter for @mp-jacksonx ft muzen and jackson
With a scuff of chunky trainers across the old libraries worn wooden floors, Muzen shuffles closer to the edge of the bookcase currently secluding him, before with a blink of wide, amber eyes he bends forward to peek past it’s edge to watch the demigod reading leisurely a few tables away.
“Whoa-” he coos softly to himself, almost stamping in excitement, small fists curled with the bubbling energy of it, as his eyes scan over his son. Muzen knew of his existence, he had been deliberate, but this was his first time seeing him. The god is overwhelmed with how cool his boy looked! He’s tall and handsome, with such lovely tan skin - a real son to be proud of! Of course Muzen had changed since travelling to the mortal world to create him. Not long after, he had changed vessels, as the insect god was periodically required to do, but his boy bore the hallmarks of his last vessel... and those seemed to be in direct contrast to this one! Looking more like a middle schooler now it was unfathomable that this marshmallow would be looking in on his adult son.
“So cool!” Muzen mutters to himself as his eyes glance from big hands to the book cover he’s currently delving into and it looks like a horror! So brave, he internally gushes. Such a fine son.
Thinking for a moment on his best to approach his son, as a stranger so he can fully appreciate his character, Muzen disappears behind the shelf again, bouncing a finger on his bottom lip as he considers his options. This vessel had not been deliberate, they never are. Merely like an insect shedding it’s skin to grow, the god of honey is forced to change his exterior every hundred years or so... but it does have it’s advantages.
“Excuse me?” He calls out softly, stopping by his son’s side as he smiles down at him, again overcome with how handsome his boy is! Before his smile brightens “could you help me reach a book?” He asks sweetly.