#mphecate

[khonshu-mp]

Lights, Camera, Action! || Heshu

@mphecate

Khonshu was busy at work, like had been since they got back. He didn't know what to do - they had made some amends but not 100% - or he wasn't sure. He had a lot of stuff to do to make it up to Hecate. Even if she says he doesn't, he believe he will. Always will.

[sms >يا قمر] I'll be home soon, I'm sorry it's taking a while.

[sms> يا قمر] I also apologise for the christmas decor. I haven't had a moment to take it down.

Khonshu sighed as he let his phone drop onto his desk. It was hard this time of year - he knew people were lonely during the holidays but he never realised that it was this lonely. He closed up shop for the night before putting his jacket on. Walking out of the office he grabbed his helmet and locked the back door.

Sitting on his bike he put the helmet on, turned the key and kicked the clutch.

[mpxangela]

Struck Nerves

cont. from @mphecate

Listening to the unsolicited advice caught Hecate by surprise, however she chose to take it gently and as graciously as she could, in her own way. “Oh my dear Angela, you got it all wrong this time. I am not afraid of who I am.” The goddess accept her order from the staff member behind the counter before turning back to the owner of the establishment. “If anything, I am simply concerned with how my actions may affect others. Especially my own blood. But afraid? Not anymore. Although I can say the same to you, I sense a certain fear or perhaps regret towards your past.”

Angela tilted her head as she listened to Hecate. She was close with the goddess’s daughter. Angela had a bad knack of trying to mother even those gods and goddesses around her. However, she had tried to approach her subtly, and clearly, it had failed. “Ah. I see.” She ponders for a moment. However, their last sentence made her heart dropped immediately as color faded from her face. 

However, Angela takes a moment to pull herself back together. “I doubt tremendously that our pasts are similar. Truthfully, I sure hope that is the case.” She states, reaching up to rub the back of her neck. However, she does no go further, moving to change the subject. “Anyway, please always feel welcomed in here. My son adores Charlotte like his own sister. If you ever need anything, please come to me.”

[exmpxartemis]

kindred spirits;

@mphecate

Artemis hadn’t necessarily been avoiding everyone in the Greek pantheon except for her brother over the last few centuries... but it probably seemed that way, because she hadn’t really seen any of the other Greeks for a very, very long time. So, when she opened the door to the loft she shared with Apollo to find Hecate standing on the doorstep, she recognized the woman’s aura rather than her face. It felt like Hecate, regardless of how her appearance may have changed since they had last seen each other.

“Oh. Hello,” she greeted, expression betraying her surprise. They had just moved in, so she hadn’t expected anyone would be visiting any time soon. Especially not while her brother was out - because it wasn’t like she really had any friends who would be visiting. “Apollo isn’t here. He had some kind of urgent council meeting, so...” 

How did one even end an interaction like this? Just shutting the door would be rude, wouldn’t it? Which normally wasn’t a huge concern for her, but Hecate was one of the few goddesses she sort of liked, so she didn’t want to offend her by accident. “Um...” She just hesitated in the doorway, trying not to look too much like a lost puppy.

[mpxcharlotte]

irredeemable;

@mphecate | continued from [ here ]

“I don’t care what happened to me,” Charlotte insisted, even as the old spiral scar on her palm itched naggingly. “I’d deal with a hundred awful foster families in a heartbeat if it could undo what happened to Claire and Cassie. I got off easy.” And she was starting to think that was why she was the only one even slightly willing to hear their mother out. In the grand scheme of things, she simply hadn’t had it quite as bad as her sisters.

And in light of hearing that Hecate had apparently been giving her attention to completely unrelated demigods, she was starting to feel like she had done something wrong by trying to see their mother’s side of things. Like she was a traitor.

“I don’t... I don’t want to hear it. There’s no justifying leaving your children to rot. Claire was exactly where you left us the whole time. Maybe there’s an excuse to be made with Cassie and I, since we were across the globe, but Claire was right there.” She paused, her voice catching in her throat. One of her least favourite things about herself was that she was an angry crier- and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, the lump forming in her throat.

“But I guess... you were busy p-playing house with other people’s children. Maybe you just... didn’t want daughters, huh?”

[exmphades]

Underworldly | Hecate & Hades

@mphecate

The feel of her is familiar, familiar in a way that few things are to Hades. But it’s been only a decade since she last left his realm, off to do who knows what in the Upperworld, to get mixed up with mortals and ruin their lives a little. At least he figures that is what she probably did, emotionless as she so often is, but he never asked where she went, never asked what she did, never really asked much about her life because he didn’t think she was interested in telling and to be quite honest he wasn’t interested in listening.

But here they are now, both in Mount Phoenix, both in that place of unsuspected friendships and the most surprising combinations of people getting along, and it has been a while, and maybe - just maybe - he’s just trying to regain a semblance of normalcy in the turmoil that is his inner self.

So he walks up to her floor, takes the stairs because he feels like he should use his body again, fully ground himself in reality. When he makes it to her door, though, he hesitates for a split second, and then he knocks on the door. All at once, as if his knuckles’ connection with the paint has returned him to himself, his demeanour shifts.

Here in Mount Phoenix he is often just Hades, the funny guy who everyone does know is a Greek god, but who doesn’t necessarily seem like he would be very dangerous altogether.

But there in front of Hecate’s door he becomes Hades, god of the Underworld. There is a power to that stance, a knowledge that, because she lives in his realm, he is the one calling the shots. And even though they are no longer in his realm at this moment, that role is still his even now.

[khonshu-mp]

Crave Me || Heather X Hecate X Khonshu

@heatherxmp @mphecate had been a while since Hecate was around - and this was usually the time that he knew she wasn’t coming back so soon anyway. It had always been this way with the two of them. She’d go away for a while and then eventually return - that song and dance. But it was over, Khonshu was done waiting at the door like a puppy. As much as he truly loved her, he had to love himself as well. He was a bit angry in his feelings and was trying to move on and continue with his life as he should. 

Heather was over earlier in the day for some afternoon delight. It was easier that way to avoid laws and such to be on the safe side. Freshening up to ensure that everything was being taken care of - and everyone as well he dressed up to the nines for the guests, like every night. Opening his door to ensure it made a warm environment for the staff to talk with him about any topic they’d like, he sat down and sipped on a drink he had made - it was more fruity for this glass. The sweetness kept him awake. However, because of the open door - he could be seen easily by some of the patrons. The god had found out that some patrons enjoyed to watch him work, so he aimed to please. 

[khonshu-mp]

First Christmas

@mphecate

As time went on, Khonshu decided that he would host as well - he saw all the requests for him eventually pile up. Sitting around, he began talking with the hosts about the holiday season. It made more sense why mortals would like the holidays - it was a time for togetherness, or something like that. He took notes as he sat with everyone, cycling through the customers and getting opinions on things - real tree or a fake one. If there should be a theme design or just if a store threw up in his apartment. 

The god had risen with the sun one day - something that he normally would never do. Taking the bag that Hecate had gifted to him once, he set off to go shopping. He wasn’t sure what kind of theme, but he hoped that it would come to fruition as he went along. A real tree was too much work - he understood the smell was pretty but it wasn’t enough for him to justify it. 

As he wandered through the aisles, the Christmas music began getting stuck in his head. Humming along to the songs he couldn’t help but feel the cheer that the customers told him about. He stuffed things into a cart, grabbing random items here and there. Eventually the cart was too full so he headed to the check out - things ringing up. The cashier told him about deals and since he bought things in multiples - he gets even more of them for free. 

The magical bag was filled, and one would never expect the bag to hold hundreds of items - his apartment probably wouldn’t even hold everything but he wasn’t too sure. He found himself with the bag slung over his shoulder, trekking through the forest to get to Hecate’s place. He assumed she wasn’t home at the time - it was mid day but he never knew. Slowly he opened the door, trying to remain as quiet as possible. “Hec?” 

[mpxcassandra]

A day to celebrate

Ringing at the door, Hecate waits while holding three boxes. Once the door was opened and she was allowed inside, the goddess starts handing each box to each triplet. When Claire’s turn comes, a white box with a golden ribbon and decorative flowers is brought to her hands.

“You can find ores and minerals that will help you with balance among your powerful spells. Monazite is incredibly rare, but will last you a lifetime. Painite can turn any destruction into a show of light while numbing anyone impacted by the spell. Painless but effective. Use it carefully, happy birthday Cassandra.”

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Cassandra, up until this point, had solely forgotten about her mother. She had stopped trying to force herself into their relationship which Cassie had been so vehemently protesting, and with how busy she had been, her mind only consisted of her sisters and work. So, when she stumbled upon the present, a scowl pulled on her lips, yet she still opened the present and read the note. Did she appreciate the gift? Truly, she did. Cassandra had been more interested in spell practicing lately, and it would be useful. But, there was no way she could voice that appreciation to her mother, way too stubborn to let bygones be just that.