#njordxmp

[phobetorxmp]

cont from here ft @njordxmp w/ phobetor & njord 

Some thins took Phobetor’s attention like no others. Even in this busy market place, with bright colours, loud voices and pungent aromas, nothing could muffle the stark sensation of fear as it sings to him like eerie voices that prickle the hairs at the back of his nape. Gently his head tilts, as if seeking out the sensation and it’s origins. He’s drawn to those so easily connected with nightmares, almost like a morbid curiosity to seek them out and understand them and their relationship with the very basis of all emotion, fear. 

It is with a simple, sweeping glance of his gaze that his eyes fall upon the shoulders of a man, eyebrows drawing a little but just a flicker, as he hones his senses and fixes the man within his sights. He’s so focused, dark gaze sharp and penetrative, that he almost misses the curious expression as he’s caught staring, yet still his eyes follow the man as he moves closer. A sweet smile on handsome features seems to cover so much. 

As the flower is offered, Phobetor’s eyes lower to it, taken aback for a moment, before his gaze softens with a gentle smile and a small huff of breath with a nod. “They are lovely” he hums gently, reaching out to take the offered stem, letting it slowly turn in his grip as he appreciates every beautiful, folded petal and sweet scent. “It is a shame they die so soon..” he hums gently, before his dark gaze lifts again to the man. “What is it you feel when you look at them?” He enquires, now more then a little curious in the man. 

[exmpxfelix]

[ homemade gift ] ++

word prompts compilation: accepting

Felix was absolutely beaming as he made his way toward his apartment, a bag bursting with woven bracelets in one hand. He had learned how to make them from a video online, and had spent the whole morning laying in the grass in the park making them. Traditionally, friendship bracelets were something that you only gave to one or a few friends, but he had made a few dozen-- after all, he considered pretty much everyone he knew to be a very good friend.

And speaking of friends! He suddenly spotted Njord exiting the Norse apartments and waved to him excitedly to get his attention. “Hi Njord!” He chirped, digging in the little bag until he found just the right bracelet and offering it to the god. “Here, I made this for you! It’s a friendship bracelet!”

[mpxbobby]

[ drunk ]

Word Prompt Meme - accepting 

With a scoff Bobby rocks back on his bar stool a little, with a flop of messy, curly hair and a gummy grin on his face. His already heavy lidded eyes turn up into crescent moon shapes, and for a moment he seems to rock like that, as if contemplating sleep, before he falls forward again back towards his beer and settles the god in front of him with a curious glance. “You... you?” He repeats, seemingly in disbelief before he shakes his head with another scoff and swipes his beer bottle from the bar table to take another swig. “Now you’re pulling my leg-” he mutters into it’s neck, before going for another chug. Tilting his head back his Adam’s apple bobs with a gulp. 

He knows his father would be angry at him for disrespecting ‘gods’ so openly, but when they looked as fresh faced as this fella, and he’s supposed to believe they’re how old?! He’d had one too many and he just cannot help his disbelief resurfacing. 

[mphodr]

[ bloody ]

even for being the deputy chief, it wasn’t often someone approach him covered in blood. more so, it wasn’t often someone approached him that was of his own pantheon, covered in blood, and not known to be violent or destructive one way or another. to say hodr was surprised was an understatement, standing in his home’s doorway as he stares at njord’s figure before him as the obvious tang of copper fills his nose.

“ what...the fuck. “

it’s the only thing he can respond with immediately, soaking in the reality that whatever had happened wasn’t good in the slightest. still, after a moment, he forces himself out of his stupor ― hodr was always good with his reaction time, he merely blamed it on the fact that he was stupefied that njord would come to him instead of asclepius.

but for whatever reason that drove him here, it was obviously an important one.

“ rass...quickly, come in. “ the god winter ushers the other god in, worry evident across his face and in the tone of his face. “ what happened? tell me everything. “

[mpclover]

[ hospital ] - (Njord = ask limited)

tw; detail of injury

clover doesn’t immediately come to his senses, swimming among the cascade of dreams floating in the abyss of his mind ― where even was he? the question echoes within the demigod’s head, answer unheard as a sense of hopelessness fills him. still, clover can feel himself regaining some sort of consciousness ― pins and needles cascading through his skin as he returns to the land of the living, a soreness rippling within his innards, the weight of sheets beneath his bruised body.

bruised. what had happened? 

the abnormally dull blue of his eyes barely peek through swollen lids as clover gradually awakens, a tense breath escaping split lips as the prior floating sensation of his unconscious mind dissipates. his body is heavy, like a weight had been dropped on top of him and broken his ribs in the process ― and it was very clear if not a barbell, something had done just that. the dismal view of the magnolia toned hospital room is the first thing that greets him, glancing down hesitantly to see that where the thin cotton blanket had fallen, bandages dotted the landscape of his bare chest. clover couldn’t see his legs, but with the way the slightest twitch of his toe left him hitching a breath, it couldn’t be good.

his memory had seemed to leave him in the moment, grasping at the tendrils of what if’s, but there was one thing that left him hoping an answer could be found ― the presence of a man beside him.

slowly turning his face and trying not to groan at the soreness in the process, clover settles his eyes on the male beside him. “ guess i’m not so lucky after all.. “ an attempt at a hoarse chuckle barely pushes past him, the action sending pain rippling through his torso. “ what....happened? “

[mpxlily]

[ sleepy ]

word prompts compilation: accepting!

The day was beautiful and calm; another Uncle outing to occupy the innocent mind that ended in a quiet rest beneath the large oak of the park. To be fair, the bundle of energy that was the demi-goddess had dragged her uncle all over that day. Perhaps he couldn’t quite keep up? Maybe when he said “anything you want to do,” he didn’t quite mean everything. 

As payment, Lily guided Njord’s head into her lap as her fingers idly went to work through his hair soothingly. Magical sprouts of blooms beside her were picked one by one, weaved into the strands of hair that she expertly tied into positively the smallest braids ever. Though - that was not all. As gentle as the breeze that passed over the island, so did Lily’s voice. A sweet and gentle tune she remembered from her life before the Isle; in the original norse it had been sung in. Pronunciation may have been a bit off considering the mixed languages on the cultured child’s tongue - but points for trying, she guessed.

Lullaby: click here.

[mpxillia-blog]

“are you okay this morning?”

the magic of fuller: book one by will mallette ( still accepting! )

"Not too loud," she murmurs softly, eyes closed and fingers pressed to her temples.  She's vaguely aware of the fact that the god hadn't spoken loudly at all, but the throbbing in her head and the overlapping whispers in her ears make even the softest words sound harsh. "Don't mind me, I've just got a migraine, that's all." She continues to massage her temples for a second longer before opening her eyes and wincing at the soft lights of the shop for a second, the throbbing getting worse. "Oh.." She hums to herself. "That can't be good." She blinks a couple times before giving up on trying to ease the pain. 

It was another one of those days where the world was far too noisy for her to bear. And usually, she preferred to stay home just to lessen the stress that going out would have caused, but since there was no one that would be there to cover her shift, she figured that she'd still go to work. The Lion's Den wasn't a particularly loud place after all. If anything, it catered to those who preferred the peace and quiet more. Customers usually spoke in hushed tones or didn't speak at all when they came in. The whispers and murmurs never got out of hand while she was there, so she should have been fine and yet she wasn't. "Uhh.. What were you saying before?"