#mpxvincent

[mphecate]

Unfortunate Fate

@mpxvincent

Getting accustomed to a more ordinary and humane routine, amongst the stress from her job as a professor and keeping her emotional state in one piece whenever Hecate would have a glimpse of her daughters, Min and Vincent, it was only natural that the Goddess would end up experimenting commonfolk activities to relax.

Yoga was the only one that stuck and she'd ofter visit 'Zero to Hero' once the sun would set, allowing her to walk around more freely and without risking bumping into unwanted social interactions. But this was the moment she had for herself, and Hecate closed the door to a private gym room. It wasn't an overly spacious area, just enough to accommodate a dozen people for group sessions and included a punching bag, kettlebells and yoga mats.

She settled and started with a Cobra Stretch position but in a wave, the memories of her past and recent re-union flooded her mind. Emotion and Logic screeched, it was a night of hell for her. Hecate plead for her own thoughts to stop, plead for silence but such wouldn't happen. The overwhelming feeling got her to seek for a way to channel it out, so she walked to the hanging punching bag, despite knowing her body wasn't built for what was about to come.

With every hit, a word from them echoed. 'Your image of love...'. 'I don’t want to hear it'. 'I don’t need your gifts'. Every sentence she had heard from the people she cared for punched back, her knuckles bruising and the delicate skin started to bleed against the rough leather. In minutes her arms become sore as well, but Hecate wouldn't stop, until she became too weak to even stand, defeated physically and emotionally.

That would be, until the sound of someone entering the room, making her jolt from her place but flinch with the movement has her body ached. To her surprise, fate had played a very wicked prank and one of the main characters from her sorrow was in front of her.

[exmpxsihyeon]

avoiding catastrophe;

@mpxvincent | continued from [ here ]

Sihyeon had just been packing up her things to head home from Minx when she had gotten Vincent’s messages. And since her only plans previously had been to go home and soak in a bubble bath, it was easy to switch gears and head to his place instead. She did not know Vincent super well, no, but she knew enough: that he was hot and pleasant to talk to and available. What more could she ask for?

She certainly didn’t regret ditching her bath when he opened the door and gave her such a warm welcome. She hadn’t even set foot inside yet and he was already making her shiver. Good. She always appreciated feeling wanted. “A little bit obvious. You’re lucky I work late, or I might have already been asleep,” she replied with a small laugh, stepping out of her heels gracefully as he pulled her inside.

“So you summoned a princess to lift your spirits?” She teased, slipping her arms around his neck. For just a moment, she wondered how close the fairytale analogy was to real life. Had he really met a witch? It was hard to tell, given where they were. But she did not dwell on the thought for long. Instead, she smiled and leaned in to press a lingering kiss to his jaw. “Do you want to talk about it? Or just forget it?”

[mphecate]

punches to the heart ✖ Vincent & Hecate

starter for @mpxvincent

To claim violence was something she despises would be a lie. Even though Hecate was unable to apply or participate in the classic brawl or dance of punches, the goddess had her ways to bring pain and violence in her own way. Beyond being means to an end, the physical altercation had long been set as entertainment. Barbaric and mundane. Yet at the same time, fascinating. She was a goddess after all, and acts of wrath would occasionally be fun to witness and in this seemingly peaceful island, the only place that would suffice to appease this itch was ‘The Pits’.

Red light district wasn’t as busy as she’d expect and Hecate preferred it that way. Walking through the visitors' lounge, or a sample of a lounge made her slightly amused. Comparing to the people around her, Hecate obviously did not fit in, with her long black dress, stilettos and up-do. However, she did not care. If it came to that, a small gesture of hand could put any Demi-gods in a state of faintness or turn them into a squirrel temporarily.

The floor shook, the cacophony of screams, hyped chants or simple gibberish filled the air. The smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat was pungent. People. Hecate’s eyes rolled as she was approached here and there by curious children. Finally she finds a kind, totally not under-a-spell, soul that would give up their improvised seat and Hecate had the best view over the two males going at each other with punches. Unfortunately she had arrived late, with the fight going on for longer than she’d wished.

[exmpxkanna]

once upon a dream;

@mpxvincent | continued from [ here ]

Kanna woke up slowly, at first burying her face deeper into her pillow to drift back off before becoming aware of another presence in the bed. Memories of the night before trickled back into her mind. Bleary grey eyes blinked open as his fingers brushed back her hair, her gaze focusing on the familiar face after a few moments. It wasn’t a surprise - they’d been in this position once or twice or half a dozen times before, back in Sydney not too long ago.

She let out a soft, contented hum as his lips roamed her neck, a relaxed smile crossing her face. “Well, my apologies for keeping you waiting, your highness,” she teased, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek so she could pull him in for a kiss. But she stopped short when he spoke, scrunching up her nose as if repulsed and gently pushing his face away.

“You’re so fucking lame, oh my gods,” she complained, although she softened the words by snaking her arms around his waist and snuggling in close to him. Only because she was a little cold, she would argue if he said anything about it. Finally, she pressed a kiss to his lips, punctuating it with a little nip. “Name one girl who you’ve charmed with that line, nerd. Just one. I’ll wait.”

[exmpxkanna]

ko’ed;

@mpxvincent

When Kanna was told that her first match at The Pits apparently had ridiculously slim odds in her favour, she was unfazed. She had fully expected to be an underdog when she decided to work there; after all, it was only natural that people would look at her pretty features and slender physique and assume she couldn’t hurt a fly. In her mind, that would only be an advantage to her - especially if her opponents made the mistake of underestimating her.

She was feeling confident as she warmed up and stretched out in the locker room, and the unsure murmurs of the crowd as she stepped into the ring did nothing to dampen that confidence. She felt like nothing could knock her off her game that night. She had this in the bag, even if the people betting on the fight didn’t think so.

But then she saw her opponent.

A look of shock crossed her face, but only for a moment. She quickly covered it with a sly smile, letting out a small chuckle. “Fancy meeting you here,” she commented with a small shake of her head, reaching up to tighten her ponytail. Of all the people who could have stood across the ring from her, she never would have expected Vincent. Childhood friend turned brief fling turned opponent. Quite the arc. “Can you even hit a girl? I would have thought you too noble~”

[mountphoenix-gossip]

Vincent is quite the charmer, first getting Hecate and now rebounding with one of Morrigan's daughters. Do you think that'll get him into trouble?

"With Hecate? I'm sure she knows better... Then again, she probably should have known better than to mess around with one of the children in the first place. Questionable judgment all around, I guess. Should balance out in the end."

[mphan]

‘t is the season to be jolly

for @mpxvincent continued from here: 

Vincent had entertained Han's request to go Christmas shopping together as he still needed to get Felix some kind of present. Han seemed like someone who knew exactly what his psuedo-son would want, other than the typical DIY gifts or treats. Vincent was never creative when it came to this, so he had relied on Han to find him the right thing for someone so dear to him.

However, as they pair had walked many stores, Vincent's arms ultimately found themselves full of many bags, most of which he had no idea of what the other bought. "This is not necessarily what I would call teamwork, but whatever you say." He complains, peering into the bags. "Did you find something for me to give to Felix?"

“hyung!” he protests when he’s asked if he found something for vincent to give to felix. “of course!” he gets up on his tiptoes as well to be able to peer into one of the bags. “see this one’s for felix!” then he steps back to take a good look at the logos and nods his head enthusiastically. “this one too. and this one. and this one.” he points out all the bags in question, before beaming the widest grin at his friend. “and this one is to give to me,” he says with great contentment and also some cheekiness.

he claps his hands happily, not mentioning the bags that contain things he is taking home to give to people, because maybe then he’ll have to carry them themselves and he’s just not as strong and capable as vincent is - or at least that is what he’s going to claim when the truth comes out.

“now we should go shopping for some things you like, hyung! i want to give you a gift too!” he beams another bright smile, waving his card around. it’s been a while since he actually used it to pay for stuff instead of just taking stuff, but he figures holiday presents should really be presents from the giver and not technically from the store that sell them.

[exmpxsihyeon]

“ tell me how i can fix this… ”

emotionally intense prompts | accepting

Sihyeon was pouting. Hardcore pouting. It wasn't really Vincent's fault that he had offended her- with the way she dressed and acted and generally carried herself, few people really knew what she was capable of. That she was a third degree black belt and would have been higher if she hadn't stopped avidly practicing taekwondo for a while when she became a trainee. That she had natural fighting instincts and a keen eye that allowed her to anticipate most moves an opponent would make in a fight.

Short skirts and stilettos and lip gloss didn't undo any of that natural talent or intense training. But again, he didn't know any of that, so it was probably a little unfair of her to get so irritated just because he had implied that she couldn't take care of herself.

"You want to fix this?" She finally asked, looking up at him with a very serious expression on her face so he didn't think she was joking when she said: "Fight me. Unless you're scared."