#mp-seonghwa

[mpcamazotz]

@mp-seonghwa​ continued from here

He thought he had found a relative secluded area of the park behind some trees where he could practice in peace, the deep shadows of the late day sun only helped in his endeavors to go undetected. The knife in his hands flashed as he moved. running through the drills he knew by heart. The glint of it used to scare him but he’d long since gotten used to the flash of steel, the bang of a gun shot and the thud of his target when they dropped. His movements grew faster as his memories spurred him on. It wasn’t until he stopped to take a break that he noticed he wasn’t alone. Well, this is what cover stories were for. He glanced at the man as casually as possible and lowered the knife to his side but did not lost grip. “Can I help you with something sir?”

Caça was on his way home from a late night at a bar and had decided on a casual stroll through the park. It was a good way to clear his head before he was home and in bed to sleep off the drinks. During his stroll though a perticular glint caught his eye, and upon investigating it his slightly intoxicated self found a man with a knife. Doing... Practices. And being good at it. It was rather fascinating. When he was being noticed Camazotz smiled lightly, hands in his pockets as he stood there quite unprovoked by the focus now being on him. “I was just watching. It’s quite hypnotic.” The god said simply in reply, one eyebrow lightly quirking as if to ask if more of an explanation was need, since there was none more to come. “Do you usually stand out in parks during the night, swinging a knife around? Like that.” It may not have been his initial intention but the emphasis just came out at the end. It was really quite the skillful display.

[phobetorxmp]

Friendly Shadows

starter for @mp-seonghwa​ ft phobetor & seonghwa 

With his wine glass in hand, Phobetor flirts ans charms his way through his 9PM appointment with the ease and class of a well seasoned professional. What had started out as dinner, moved on to drinks and the odd rogue hand, as the god smiles demurely behind his glass, only wetting his lips and drinking very little. Meanwhile the man beside him continued to tank draft after draft and the sliding hand along his thigh was getting less them subtle. “Mr Choi I-” he begins, having leaned closer towards the man’s ear, hand resting on his lapel as he speaks softly, but close in order to be heard over the music, and his intention clear. There was after all a reason and a bookable room that had them here, that is until he notices something. 

Just over the shoulder of his client he can see a figure, clung to the shadows, drawn back from the crowd, with a sour expression. It is upon closer inspection that his interest is truly piqued, as he notices that not only was this young man hiding in the shadows, but they clung to him. Unnaturally they coiled around him, accepted him. Though it unsettled a few patrons closest, it intrigued the god of nightmares, along with concerned him. Why was this young man so removed from the life around him? Children with dark gifts really do struggle to fit in. 

“Yes?” His client repeats, causing Phobetor to blink as he looks to the side at him, before qucikly covering it with a smile. “Ah, I am afraid I am not free tonight after all. Thank you for dinner though, you can entertain yourself tonight, can’t you?” he hums cheerfully with a smile, more then aware at his double meaning, before pulling away and stands form the bar stool and sets down his finished wine glass. With very little else needing to be said he leaves his ‘date’ a little bewildered and flushed, and slips off through the crowd. 

“I believe they call it dancing..” the god hums as he comes to rest beside the young man. He really had formed quite the space around him, as few felt so comfortable sinking into darkness as Phobetor does. It is after all his home as well. “You should give it a go” he teases softly, glancing over with a small smile. Before them the young and alive socialise, abuzz with excitement and alcohol, music moving their bodies, pressed close and intimate. This was how young demigods should relax, not sulking in shadows.   

[mpxhwiyoung]

Switzerland | Hwiyoung & Seonghwa

For @mp-seonghwa

Though it came as no surprise to many, Hwiyoung did not have many friends; lovers, perhaps, and even conquests but actual friendship was far and few even from his high school years. And so, even when he was still halfway through his morning coffee, recognition of the man in from of him took only a split second - that shadowy aura, and sharp eyes that hid behind them a soft kindness, and of course those lips. Well, Hwiyoung couldn’t forget him if he tried.

“Don’t quote me on this, but you may be the only person I’ve ever told that to.”

“Seonghwa?” Hwiyoung had no hesitation in approaching him, one hand buried in his jacket pocket and the other holding his coffee, though both just craved to ruffle his friend’s hair, “I thought you were off to Switzerland.” A smile curved at his lips, the rare kind that carried either malice or deceit, just genuine happiness to see the only person he had ever considered a friend, “Or were you just lying to avoid seeing me?”

[dakotaxmp]

♝ holding hands

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    “Hmm?” Dakota’s focus is brought to his hand that feels something touch against it. It’s warm and feels like someone else’s hand there. He’s not with anyone right now- or so he thought as he walked through the ally between shops. He was taking a shortcut home tonight and was primarily sure he was alone in these streets until that hand reaches out for his.

  “What are you doi--” his words are cut off as a car honks loudly and he scuttles backwards and bumps against the other. Under their feet, the earth shakes, a side effect of Dakota being suddenly startled on two fronts by the person near him and the car. “whoa!”

   Where did they come from?! He turns to see Seonghwa holding onto his hand and now his arm as he is pressed close to him, the other looking just as shocked at the quickness of his actions. “Thanks! I was almost a pancake!” The ground calms again and Dakota sighs before a laugh of nerves leaves him. 

[mpxangela]

♣ wiping away tears

♣ wiping away tears

Bora found herself far too caring and far too nice. So, as Seonghwa wept before her, there was no way that the demigoddess could ignore his sorrow. She understood his pain way too real. For even now, her heart felt the same way, constantly in woe from those years of anguish and mental and physical torture. “Come here.”

Right now, it was all about Seonghwa, and she takes a few steps toward him to help him close the gap. Soft hands reached up to chase away his tears. Soothing and loving words left her lips. She would do anything in this moment to calm the heart of the demigod despite barely knowing him and his story. Bora didn’t have to in order to care. 

“You can handle this, sweet pea.” She softly coos, and after she feels done wiping those tears away, she leans up to wrap her arms around him, hugging him close. “We all have bad days, weeks, and sometimes even months. But, we get though them, and if you have trouble, I will be here for you always.”

[mpxangela]

❛ you knew this whole time? ❜

Very few people on the island seemed to be wary of the animals on the island, especially despite the island showcasing demigods with the ability to shift into them. So, she had spotted the demigod a few nights ago sneaking through the woods to clean blood that covered his arm. Bora had not gave her identity away, but it is from there that concern takes over her features. 

It is almost like fate spurs the demigoddess into action, and she starts noticing him stop by her coffee shop. She had no idea what he is up too, but she worries that this strange man may have bitten off more than he could chew. Or worse, he had to do this all against his will. It was all something that she understood way too much.  So, she tries to develop a friendship with him over the span of a few days, but he seems to disappear from her store. 

Bora had left Siwoo over at his father’s place the last few nights, and on the last night, she finds Seonghwa returning to the same spot to repeat the action she first saw. This time Bora slips back into human form, changing back into her clothes as well. When she arrives behind him, a frown pulls on her lips. “I do not know anything other than the fact you keep appearing before me bloodied.” 

She takes a few steps toward him, though she keeps her eyes trained on him defensively. She did not know what threat he offered, but if she had to fight, she would. Once the distance is closed, a hand reaches up to capture his cheek, and she searches his eyes with concern. Motherly instincts took over to the point that her own actions were odd. “Have you gotten in some type of trouble?”

[mpxhwiyoung]

❝ Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer ❞

“Here, drink this,” he handed Seonghwa a mug of warm honey and tea, taking the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed himself. Hwiyoung watched his friend with a smug expression, thoroughly amused by his sniffling appearance, “Am I your go-to doctor or what? Why am I always taking care of you, huh?”

[exmposiris]

“Listen, you might not believe me, but I know what I saw.”

"i have absolutely no reason not to believe you, my dear man,” osiris replies to the young demigod, gaze wandering over the youth’s face to make sure he’ll recognise him in the future. he doesn’t know this demigod’s name yet, but he’s quite sure that’ll happen soon enough and from there they’ll be properly acquainted soon enough.

first things first, however.

“where exactly did you say you saw this...” he needs a moment to fully recall all details of what he’s been told was seen. “winged monster with sharp teeth, red eyes and a mean stink - and are you sure it wasn’t just one of the creepy gods taking a dump in an alley?”

his expression instantly turns into an amused grin as he imagines the likes of phobetor or akbul out in the dark alleyways, scaring the fuck out of innocent demigods. he doesn’t think either of those gods have a body that requires pooping, but then maybe they do and he’s just under-informed. a good question to ask them next time he runs into them, really.