#mpxalexios

[dakotaxmp]

Boyfriend Jeans - ‘Kota//Alexios

Because, despite everything, they never made it clear.

w/ @mpxalexios

//

They need to talk about it. Dakota knows it as he looks up at the ceiling now, chest rising and falling as he steadies out, calming down again. They should have talked about it after the first time. His lips pull into a lazy smile as he pushes a hand through his pale hair now. Hmm sweaty, he makes a bit of a face about it too. Slowly he turns his head to look at the person next to him.

Laying beside him is Alexios, coming down just like he is. Dakota says nothing as he lets his eyes roam over his form, exposing and softly lit up by the light that filters in from the window. He looks perfect and from head to toe it’s clear as day that he is related to a love deity- the man is heavenly to behold! Don’t get distracted. Dakota pulls his eyes away from staring and looks at the ceiling again. Absently, he brings a hand up to gently roll the beads of his rosary across his chest, a habitual action done when he has something on his mind that is weighing on him. How do you even bring this shit up when it’s this far along?

Do you just roll it out? He exhales a breath still thinking even as his body visibly seems relaxed. They had been through the first time- well his anyway, they had been through the gala and had gotten close despite an awkward bump in the road of Alexios not talking to him for a bit after he had taken… Dakota blushes lightly. It was a sort of assumed thing, or at least he assumed. But what did Alexios think? He obviously thought it was good to come back. Those hazel eyes look to the other beside him again just for a second before going back once more to the ceiling as Dakota taps his fingers on his bare chest.

“Hey..Alex? Can I ask you a personal question?” he starts and then fully looks toward the other.

 He props up a little, resting his head on his own arm as he bends it to support himself. “Are...we…?” No, that’s not right. “I was just like curious…” Nah, that ain’t it either. The plush of his lower lip is caught by his teeth for a second before he releases it and gives up trying to find a better way to ask what’s been on his mind.

 “We dating?”

[dakotaxmp]

❛ I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck. ❜

[[ Sentence Prompts ➝ Silver Linings Playbook - No Longer Accepting ]]

//

  He could be snarky. He could bite at the other with sharp underhanded words about the hell he put him through thinking he wasn’t enough again. Dakota could point out the fact that the only thing that the other was stuck on was his own pride. But he doesn’t.

  Instead, the shorter lets the lights of the club bounce off him and moves to tug Alexios closer on the dance floor. He’s feeding off the energy of the club, of the others that dance around them and he doesn’t want to think about it. Any of it. He just wants to feel it. So he will unpack those words later, when the music doesn’t pulse through him. When the amount of alcohol in him doesn’t make him dizzy with joy. He’s sweaty but he hardly cares as he brings his hands to Alexios’ hips and helps him move with the beat that infects him.

  He’s sure as he rocks with the other demigod that music solves 98% of problems.

[mperosx]

❛ Life is random and fucked-up and arbitrary, until you find someone who can make sense of it all for you, ❜ , Alexios said, a smile evident on his face. "That's Dakota for me," he said in a hushed tone, and even he was unsure as to why he said it that way.

[[ sentence prompts --> silver linings playbook - No Longer Accepting ]]

--*

   Eros slows in his movements, hands working over the little bows he is tying on books he is donating to the local rare bookstore, and on neatly wrapped boxes of clothes he is sending to children’s hospitals in the human world. This was all new for him. Sure, he had given advice on love countless times through the ages- it was inscribed on walls and carved in artful designs of love making on temples in warm lands for goodness sake- but this was a new feat. To give advice on the topic to his own child!

   Clearing his throat the god ties off one package then stops the task for the moment. He moves from the coffee table to stand and move through the main living room toward the kitchen, signaling his son to follow him in there. “Come along.”

   His voice is gentle when he does speak again after stepping into the large kitchen. The god moves around the space, collecting things to make tea for the both of them because he knows they will truly need a minute. It’s not that the cupid doesn’t approve, but there is so much more to that man that his son knows. So many bad spots in his past that were held back and covered up and carefully, painfully, buried deep inside that seemingly bright soul. Dakota had years of hardship hidden behind the smile and sass he dished out to the world and his secrets were hotter than the food he served up at Honeypot. As Eros settles the kettle on the stove he motions for his son to take a seat at one of the stools that are tucked around the middle island of the kitchen before he reaches above to the dried flowers above them to pluck a mixture of things for their tea.

    “Alexios,” he starts carefully. “How well do you know your lover?”

[mperosx]

❛ Most people lose the ability to see silver linings even though they are always there above us almost every day. I'm not sure what happened with you, but I'm here for you, Dad. Always will be like you were for me when I came to you. ❜

[[  sentence prompts ➝  silver linings playbook - Still Accepting ]]

–*

  Eros hasn’t moved in days. At least not from his bed anyway. He’s not taken food, nor has he really done much else. His hair, typically framing his face and giving him an edge of innocence, is messy and sticking up in random spots. The god has had more than enough time to shower himself into rightness but instead, his body lays stretched across his bed, wings blanketing him mostly from view save for the lazy hand of his that pokes out from under them.

  “I’m fine,” he lies.

  There’s a little shift from him but it’s not much. The movement is minimal and only to turn his head away from his son lest Alexios catch sight of his puffy eyes. It’s another long pause before the winged Love deity speaks again.

  “Could you…close my blinds, please?”

[mpxblairkim]

Long Day | Blair & Alexios

@mpxalexios:

Alexios had found himself at Dr. Feelsgood after a long day at work. It was close by, so he decided to stop by. It really wasn’t like him to go out drinking alone. If anything, Anubis would be by his side, but he was too mentally exhausted for his long lectures.

It also wasn’t like him to get shitfaced in public, or at least that doesn’t usually happen with his high tolerance from alcohol. Though, it seemed that the lack of food in his stomach and sleep deprivation took a toll on him as he drank shots of soju among the tequila shots and other things. He might as well have ordered everything on the menu.

On top of that, he had been sick as hell from overworking himself that led him to the current situation.

❝You’re gonna get me sick!❞

Alexios sniffled as he wiped the tears in his eyes. He had sneezed a few more times before he brings his head up and apologized to the bartender.

“Hic, I-I’m sorry…”, he said, voice slurred from the alcohol taking over his senses slowly. He took out his card and handed it to the bartender, “Give yourself, hic, a nice tip. I-I apologize. L-long day.”.

By then, he had his head on the bar as he took his phone and called Anubis to bring him home. He hopes that he would, at least.

She scowled at him but, inwardly, Blair felt rather guilty for snapping at the man. She had had a long day at work as well, having had worked the overnight shift the evening before and was ready for a solid decade of sleep, and so the repeated sounds of sneezing and sniffles just as she was trying to clean up had irritated her. He was drunk, she could tell that much, and from the state of things it didn’t look like he had worked out a way home yet.

Blair sighed. She really shouldn’t get involved.

“Yah. You shouldn’t be randomly handing your card to people - not until they’ve rung up your actual bill,” she snapped, a little rough but only because she had no other way of communicating, “You’re just lucky I’m not a greedy bitch or I’d bleed you dry.” What an idiot.

Ringing up his drinks, and not putting in a tip for herself out of guilt for snapping at him earlier, she pushed the card back over to him. Blair stared at him for a while, waiting for his to speak on his phone but there was no reply. “Look, if you need a way home, I can call you a cab,” she offered begrudgingly, “I’m charging you a service fee though.”

[mperosx]

"Just let me take care of you. Why arr you so stubborn?"

[[ Sickness Starters! - No Longer Accepting]]

--*

  Eros groans as he lays on his bed. He doesn’t want to get up today.

  “Go away Satan,” he says dispassionately, not even his voice giving off the energy it normally produces. Dry and utterly uncharateristic of Eros, the god lacks his usual luster and has not moved from his spot on the silk of his bedding in over twenty-four hours.

  “I don’t need anything.” He does.

  The Greek god has a severe case of summertime sadness stemming from the lack of attention from a certain sibling, a certain friend, and a host of other small trivial things that have just plain upset him. And for those reasons, and not anything else but maybe the aesthetic appeal of a dejected cupid, he’s pouting.

  “I’m too tired for everything.”

[dakotaxmp]

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

[[ Sickness Starters!- Still Currently Accepting]]

(( I see you, alexios, I see you))

//

  Dakota hears the question and feels the heat of a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. It sends a slow burn up toward his face and he knows he probably has that horrible blotchy blushing effect going over his skin and he hates himself for it.

   Get ya head out the gutter! He bites his lip. Alexios wasn’t asking it like that. Or at the very least he didn’t figure he was. The other demigod seemed genuinely in need of someone to take care of him. From his puffy eyes to his sniffling nose Alexios was a hot mess express.

   But…

   “Yeah,” Dakota says softly. “Lemme get my laptop and some stuff to make you some actual soup and I’ll come back. Don’t move around too much, I don’t do vomit spills fam.”

[mpjiyeon-blog]

❝ Don’t ever say daddy again. ❞

Jiyeon blinked in confusion. “Why not? This isn’t the first time someone said something like that to me…” She pouted a bit, brushing her hair behind her ears. “But one time someone said it was like a nickname?” It was confusing when people told her contradicting things. Jiyeon was aware of the fact that she didn’t always understand social situations that well, but she wasn’t aware that some people liked to take advantage of that.

Luckily, she had Alexios to enlighten her. “How do people use it??”