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[exmphades]

Dishevelled | Tino & Hades

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How many times will he come back to this city and search for the friends he’s made? How many times will he find himself wondering if those mortal souls he’s encountered are still alive, only to remember that technically not all that much time has passed? How many times will he be coming and going between the Underworld and the Upperworld and find himself curious as to how his acquaintances and friends have fared in his absence?

He knows Santino not just because he is Dakota’s boyfriend. Rather he has met the young demigod completely unrelated to his friend and has come to know him before he came to know of his relation to the Honeypot owner. They’ve spent a few nights together, sleepless nights in deserted streets, most often, though there was that one particular venture into the world of mortals to run with the dogs that he still thinks back on fondly.

These days, Tino apparently works at Dionysus’ bar, which is why Hades enters it again that particular night, calmly walking from the door to the bar and sliding onto one of the stools almost directly in front of where Santino is currently standing.

“Slow night?” He asks, amusement flickering in his tone as he waits for the young demigod to look up and notice exactly who he is. “Or do you prefer nights like this so you can spend your hours making sure all the glasses shine and the jukebox is working?”

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Christmas Tradition || PanTino

Cont. from here with @mp-santino

Tino’s pale blue eyes couldn’t stop wandering around the beauty of every flower plus watching has the God’s powers bring all of them to life.. It’s all so stunning he cant help but be envious. Maybe in another life, if he ends up with powers he could have something as beautiful as what Pan has. For now he’s just going to have to deal with the darker set he has.

“Ah..Flor de Nochebuena. These are from my country..” he smiles as he gently brushes the vibrant red petals. “They call it the Flower of Christmas Eve. Very popular..so I can see why.”

Again those piercing eyes of Tino’s follow the sudden movement of the God and sees how he puts a smaller flower over them. Why is that so familiar..

Then he hears what the other has to say and it flusters him. He laughs it off a bit and it helps how Pan is being playful. “What is wrong with you..?” he asks shaking his head and tapping the other’s lips with his fingers.

While the two of them laugh but finally Santino just rolls his eyes showing that he gives in. He takes Pan by the face holding him with both hands and as he leans in suddenly Tino covers Pan’s lips with his thumbs before they connect. He pulls away with out a second thought and smiles. “Haha there..I didn’t break tradition.”

As the boy gave the flower’s name in Spanish, Pan had to smile. The language had become familiar too him from all the time he has spent with Dakota. Pan himself preferred the natural wildflowers that sprouted up and died over and over to the obnoxious red leaves of the poinsettias, but it couldn’t be helped that humans loved the red and green for their strange red and green winter traditions.

“Wrong? With me?” he managed before fingers tapped against his lips. “I’m just trying to follow tradition.” A suggestive quirk of the eyebrow accompanied the charmingly lazy grin he offered up freely.

And then he puckered again as the demigod gave indication of following through on the tradition. How lucky for Pan! Finally, a demigod with some sense. But it’s a pout of disappointment that was left on his face as the other drew away from their stage-kiss. “And yet, I’m sure you could do much better.”

[exmphades]

Night Watch | Tino & Hades

@mp-santino continued from here:

Well…this was unexpected. The last thing Santino thought that would happen tonight was for him to run into Hades again especially after their first encounter..

Yet this time things are different.

Hearing the God’s question..it didn’t sound like there was any venom lacing the tone. Tino finally puts the cigarette to his lips, lighting it slowly since the initial action was stopped as he heard the older’s voice. He then closes the zippo lighter with the flick of his wrist looking over at the God before him.

“I decided to take a walk..” he says as he breaths out a puff of smoke. “I just got home and I didn’t feel like going to bed just yet. Why are you still up..?”

Santino hopes he’s not making a dumbass move again. His first mistake during their first encounter was the younger touching him.. Now he’s almost started praying asking a question in return doesn’t give him shit.

He’s got his hands tucked into his pockets, dressed as always in clothes that look like he’s got money to waste on the most expensive stuff - he does. But his stance is not that of a person pressed to head to work. No point in that either with it being the middle of the night and there being absolutely nothing to be done at the book shop right now.

Instead, Hades had gone out for a walk, as he does most nights when the four walls of his apartment feel like they might be closing in and he doesn’t have to head down to oversee how everything’s going in the Underworld. After all; he spent quite some time there after his last encounter with this particular demigod. It’s just like the fates to set them on each other’s path again tonight.

But his mood is less volatile today, or maybe it’s just that he is not actually as fond of people being extremely cautious around him and almost fearing him as history has made him seem. In any case, he comes to a stop a few steps away from the demigod and watches the cigarette being lit.

“I don’t sleep,” he replies simply to the demigod’s question. “It’s a pastime that has eluded me for centuries now.” His eyes flicker upwards for a moment to those of the boy, the hint of a smile ghosting over his lips and then he gives a small nod of his head towards the cigarette.

“Those things’ll kill you,” he says calmly, a hint of amusement audible in his voice as well. “Take it from a god of the Underworld.”

[exmphades]

Wonderings | Santino & Hades

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The world is changed. Every time he comes back to the Upperworld, it will have changed. This time, however, the change sits more inside of himself than in the world around him, although it still feels like the world is emptier, void of warmth. It’s winter, which is the strangest part of this all. For in winter he would normally have Persephone with him, but this time he does not. Just last year they had decided to finally let go of her mother’s rules because a few millenia seemed long enough to stick to them, and this year the rules don’t even matter anymore.

His eyes look bleakly into the distance, unseeing of the things that are actually around them, and so it isn’t very strange at all that he walks into someone. The strange part of the encounter, is that two people could have been so distracted at the same time that they walk frontally into one another.

And Hades himself isn’t even that much taller than the other one, so he’s probably to blame the most, considering he has no excuse of looking over the top of this demigod’s head while having his godly capabilities to help him avoid this kind of thing. There was a time when he would have been angry over a collision like this, but not now. Now he merely brings up a hand to rub the sore spot on his head where it collided with what is probably the other male’s head, before letting his gaze settle on the features of the young male opposite him.

Nothing changes in his expression, actually. It doesn’t grow colder, it doesn’t grow warmer, it merely remains empty. His eyes regain a bit of their focus as he properly looks at the demigod, but his thoughts are still far-off and not very likely to be returning to the present moment anytime soon. He doesn’t even speak an apology, not even after giving the other such a long look, instead he simply starts to move aside to the left, to be able to make his way around the young male and continue on his path.

Not that it has a destination, but that hardly matters either.

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I’d like to solve the puzzle! || Pan&Santino

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The Great God Pan, god of the wild and the flocks, master of untamed domains, sat groaning with boredom among the dying leaves of furious red and crunchy brown in the familiar branches of the large central tree in the park. It was one of his go-to spots when he was bored, which meant he was there frequently. It was either that or sitting by the river in the forest or walking the streets trying to find something interesting to invest himself in. But it was a little too early in the day for parties and street performers, and Pan was tired of sitting alone in the forest. And he could only bug Eros for so long; the god of love had other things to do besides serve as Pan’s playmate.

To his relief, a young man - a demigod, certainly - wandered into the park. It had been a slow day, but finally The Fates had presented Pan with a person to watch from behind the cover of his tree. And not a bad looking one either. The demigod was actually quite pretty. The only question that remained was what kind of person the man was, and that particular question could only be answered with time.

As luck would have it, the demigod came closer and closer to Pan’s tree. The bench beneath it and flowers around it made this spot a favorite of the mortals and drew them like bees to honey. Pan himself had made use of it as a favored napping location. Now, his eyes were wide open and creased with a grin. The newcomer radiated displeasure from the hunch of his shoulders and tension of his jaw, clenched like he had just choked down some black coffee. As the man sprawled himself out on the bench to enjoy the warm sunshine and the cool wind, tension relaxing just a little, Pan’s nose twitched at a familiar scent. It seemed to be coming from the man himself and it was wretched but familiar. It reminded him of the ever present scent of decay that lined his forest just beneath the carpet of fallen leaves that had so recently coated it. It took the god a moment to place it.

With the demigod perfectly positioned on the bench beneath a tangle of branches like an umbrella, Pan made his move. In a puff of smoke he was now a small snake, slithering along the branches so as not to rustle the leaves with the weight of his “human” body. With his branch chosen, he shifted back, wrapped his knees over the branch, and lowered himself down to hang upside-down over the lounging demigod. He could only hope the man didn’t have super-hearing powers or something like Pan himself did.

“Hey pretty boy, What’s got you down at the ‘most wonderful time of the year’?”

[mppan]

Wine&Eggnog&Sulking || PanTino

@mp-santino Continued

“The fact that autumn ever has to end is beyond depressing,” Pan whined, though he perked up when the other held up a bill.

“Oh, great! You’ve got cash.” Pan himself almost never carried cash and usually got around just fine without it, or by borrowing from a generally willing and mostly notified Eros. Alcohol and new clothes when his old ones tore were really the only two reasons the wild god ever needed money anyway.

With a heavy arm slung over the other’s shoulders, Pan asked gleefully, “So where are we going? I’m not sure that bars have eggnog, but they definitely have wine. Unless you wanted to cuddle up with a bottle or two...?”

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❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜

A handful of large pots and a smattering of smaller ones sat seemingly empty on stands near the door of Blossoms of Yggdrasil and the demigod approached just as Pan twirled his fingers and various sprouts burst from the dirt. The sprouts grew rapidly, like a video sped up but before the demigod’s eyes. The smaller pots flowered with poinsettias while the larger ones grew thick with the stems of holly plants. With a tiny snap, the baby holly trees sprouted mistletoe like tumors. Several buckets also decorated the doorway, filled with flowers in red and white, roses, lilies, amaryllis.

“I haven’t been working here that long, but Yuletide, or Christmas, or whatever, calls for these apparently.”

Pan picked a sprig of mistletoe that wouldn’t be missed and held it above his head.

“I’ve heard a kiss under the mistletoe is also traditional,” he said before closing his eyes and puckering up a little too dramatically.