#mpxtohil

[mpxkrystal]

no smoking in the hospital || Tohil & Krystal

continued from here and here with the wonderful @mpxtohil

Krystal’s eyes about burst out of her skull as the fire began in the middle of the small room in the ER. “TOHIL! YOU CAN”T DO THAT IN HERE!” She was a pin drop away from full panic mode. Cool, calm and collected Dr. Jung had left the building - probably in flames. When she was pulled into the hospital bed with the god she was frozen watching the fire. She just laid there - her head on his shoulder - hypnotized by the flames at the end of the bed. Krystal looked at him as he spoke, not really believing him. Drugs probably still worked on gods right? It was impossible not the feel the heat from the fire now. The room wasn’t that big and she was amazed people hadn’t swarmed into the room to help her yet.

“Tohil, I need you to put out the fire okay? This is a hospital, there are rules and bonfires in the ER are definitely against those rules.” At this point, Krystal was trying to get out his grip so she could get to her pager and get some nurses in to help her with the unruly god. She was also trying to ignore the phantom burning on the back of her legs as she pushed the memories away. She’d been manhandled by patients before but, Tohil was a god and freakishly strong so it was proving more difficult than she anticipated. The doctor was fighting with Tohil physically and herself mentally, pushing off an anxiety attack as long as possible while the fire still raged in the room.

[mpxseshat]

familiar 📙

from here with @mpxtohil

tohil perks up a little when seshat speaks to him, a hint of surprise passing through his gaze before he starts to smile brightly, a clear sign of his happiness upon seeing her.

“you woke up again,” he says, and there is not really a question in there even though he phrases it more like one. it’s clear enough from the liveliness to her that she has been reawoken from wherever her mind goes during her zombie periods, he’s known her long enough to notice the difference in that, at least.

“good to have you back, seshie, how are you feeling in these current times?” there’s a spark in his eyes, the kind of happiness he always portrays upon seeing old friends back after a certain absence. not that he hasn’t seen seshat in a while, but it’s more that she’s not been consciously there for a long time - and then he was gone for a while again and this is the first time they see each other again, really.

“do tell, what was it that pulled you to the world of the living this time, and if it was a who tell me which one so i can go and learn all their secrets.” he gives the goddess a slight wink, not even bothering to attempt to be a little more civilised. they’ve known each other too long for that anyway.

seshat almost felt a wave of comfort from the familiar voice that graced her ears. “tohil?” it had been quite some time since she’d seen the god of fire. she remembered the times they’d interacted during her quiet years, he had a different face then. now here he was again and she was a little surprised to see him in her little alcove in the library. “i’m alright, i wasn’t in a coma tohil i feel the same as always - busy.”

with that she began her walk up the latter next to them, in her arm was a stack of books to be put away. “a boy, norse, lee felix. he’s a nice child, complete amnesiac and quite concerned with how boring my work must be.” the goddess’ tone remained unchanged as she began putting books away, well above the god she was speaking to.

“so i doubt there are any secrets to be learned from him as he woke me by accident. which i will admit was a first - the past few have always pulled me out on purpose.” she was careful to make sure that tohil could hear her as well as make sure her voice did not travel far. with a pause she looked down at the god below her, a paperback copy of an old korean language book held firmly in her small hand.

“you could always ask me about secrets but, as you know i guarantee no answers.”

[mpxkrystal]

❛   actually ,  i  think  i  better  get  going  …   it’s  late  and  …   ❜

Krystal leaned against her apartment door, stumbling slightly with the effects of the wine she’d been drinking all night. She didn’t want Tohil to leave yet, he was fun and made her want to laugh and she wanted to have fun. It’s why she invited him to have dinner, she didn’t intend to get so tipsy - that was accidental. She only invited him at first because he was fun to talk to - he didn’t know about her trauma like other friends of hers just that she didn’t like fire. Which made it weird for her to think she wanted to be friends with the literal god of fire. Yet, here she was, standing between Tohil and her door, not wanting him to leave yet.

“Oh come one, it’s not even that late. Stay and hang out with me longer please?” She practically whined at him, her bottom lip sticking out in a small pout.

[exmpxzeus]

❛ we’re gonna bang it out . ❜

🗲

zeus' eyebrows lift, his expression turning surprised, before the interested amusement follows. he pins the mayan god with his gaze alone, leaning forward just a little bit, putting his chin in his hand and taking in this most welcome yet unexpected sight.

"oh, are we?" he replies with a little twitch of his lips before his surprised expression melts down into one of warm appreciation. it comes easy to him, to regard other people as if they are the most important person in the world to him, because he likes to live in the moment and in this very moment, that is exactly what tohil has become; the most important person in zeus' life. for now. perhaps forever. one can never know. some people like to dream.

he doesn't think tohil is one of those, he's not quite so arrogant, but if good times are offered, who is he to refuse?

"do tell. when, where, how frequently?" his smile shifts into a brief grin before he's just regarding the mayan god with pleasant amusement, like his words could be taken as a mere joke, though the glint in his eyes might also mean they could be taken seriously. it's up to tohil to decide, really.

[exmpxsihyeon]

“ don’t say it. ”

emotionally intense prompts | accepting

"You nearly killed me!"

Okay, maybe that was a touch dramatic. But that -had it been a legitimate ball of fire?- had felt awfully close when it shot past her. She could have sworn that it had singed some of her feathers. And she was one who could be prone to dramatics at the best of times, never mind when she had just been a few inches away from going up in flames.

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and shooting him a rather sulky glare. She could have given him the benefit of the doubt, since she had been in her raven form at the time. But she wasn't going to do that. It wasn't nice to set birds on fire either, after all. "What were you even trying to do?"

[exmposiris]

[ disappointment ]

[mpxtsukuyomi]

[ wake ] sender tries to wake receiver

The sunlight tired him so. Finding himself out on a bench during his workday, Tsukuyomi could smell summer approaching in the changing flora in the park, and the stifling heat was starting to become slightly unbearable. After all, even during the hottest of summers, the air at night was always cooler. Sighing irritably, he closed his eyes to calm himself from the humidity and stickiness that bothered him so much, and dozed off into a nap he wasn’t aware of. It was only when he felt a gentle shake on his arm did he stir, perhaps feeling even more restless than before, head tilting up slightly to gather who it was that woke him. They did him a slight favor, really. Any longer on this hard bench and his very mortal backbone would snap. “Yes?” Something about this person felt familiar to him. The aura, the scent; but he couldn’t pinpoint who this was.

[phobetorxmp]

❛ you knew this whole time? ❜

“Who you are? Yes, of course. You are hardly-” Phobetor lets himself pause at this moment, slowly letting his coal black gaze meander down the man, as his eyebrow arches, trying to find the right word for the god. “-inconspicuous” he settles on, with another amused hum as he leans back into the back of his leather chair with a creak, threading his fingers together on his lap, still watching the man like a cat would a mouse, stood in the centre of his office. Truth is he has rather an ear to the ground with the Mayan Pantheon, what with his close friendship with Camazotz, gate keeper of all things, and a general interest for who’s who, especially with something fun like fire. 

“Question is, why have you come to see me?” He asks with a gentle tilt of his head, fingers gently tapping.