#p:drop it

[exmphades]

Drop It

Solo with @dakotaxmp (and @mppersephone) continued from here:

 “The fuck I can’t!” he huffs and keeps walking. He’s determined to put as much distance between him and the god as he possibly can right now.

 “Don’t be following me Hades, I see your lying ass over there ‘bout to take a step,” he spins suddenly to face the other a few feet away. His hand is raised and one finger is pointed at the other nearly accusingly. “You don’t want someone mad at you, don’t text like you wanna ask ‘em to the ball then spin that shit around with ‘Oh but Persephone..’. Fuck that shit Hades! You’re lucky I ain’t Eros you tryin’ to pull this shit on- you’d break his heart!”

He starts to walk again, only to whirl around once more, “And don’t you be tellin’ him I said nothing! You didn’t hear nothing, so don’t say nothing.”

 And with that the demigod storms off. Trifling as fuck, player bitch ass–

Although he wants to put himself in motion to follow after Dakota, he stops short when the demigod calls him out on it right away. As if somehow the young man has eyes in the back of his head, even though Hades is pretty sure that’s not one of the bartender’s skills.

So the leg he wanted to move freezes in place and he just watches the way Dakota walks away from him, ranting at him for his choice of words. It makes him feel bad, admittedly, the way Dakota’s being so clearly hurt. He was sure he’d been clear enough about joking when he’d mentioned perhaps the demigod and him could go to the ball together. But then, clearly, he hasn’t been. Considering Dakota is obviously hurt because Hades had first suggested that - jokingly - and then, after being told by Dakota that it probably wasn’t gonna work, bringing up he was going with Persephone anyway.

But here he is now, looking after the demigod with a slight frown. He feels bad for having hurt the young male, but he’s also worried all of a sudden how other people might interpret the way he delivers things. He knows he says and does things other people don’t always speak aloud, but he always thought the people that know him a bit better would know when he’s serious and when he’s just having a good laugh.

Just like he thought this time around that Dakota knew he was joking about it.

It makes him wonder who else might have misinterpreted something he’s told them, who else might have taken a joke as truth, or the truth as a joke, depending on his expression. He thinks of Jinah, and suddenly feels relieved that she has expressed interest in the Celtic demigod who lives across the hall from her, considering it means she at least has not developed the kind of feelings for him that he wouldn’t be able to reciprocrate.

But is there anyone else? Any other misunderstanding?

The question keeps haunting him, the uncertainty of perhaps having accidentally hurt people he didn’t mean to hurt. It’s bad enough already that he’s hurt Persephone by telling her of the way he felt after their prolonged separation before she came to talk to him again. His feelings have changed once more since then, but he fears that she might still be suffering the consequences of the things he has told her, as well as the things that have come to light with the appearance of his son.

Still, he feels like Persephone and him will be okay. He hopes.

He honestly doesn’t know what he would do with himself if one day the goddess would tell him she never wants to see him again, after all.

[gnxhyorin]

▶ ▷ drop it like it's hot || HYR ↔ JOU

It was wrong but the female was excited about checking out the dance studio because hearing about it from the students wasn’t enough to quench her thirst to see it. So, after class she headed there with the signature smile on her thick lips she made time to stop at her desk and drop off her things before heading there. It had been so long since she had actually danced other than the clubs in America but that got her some attention she didn’t want. They were pretty annoying but at least here, they didn’t touch you. But in reality, she hadn’t been to a club since she had got here and the only dancing she had done was around her apartment with a hair brush against her lips. That was her free time.

Moving down the hall, her heels made sound but there was a beat playing and she could hear it all the way down the hall. The long black hair was pulled up in a high pony tail, it hanging past her shoulder blades. Bangs hung in her face as she moved forward, peeking around the corner to peer in. Surprised, but not, to see a single dancer she continued to peek around the corner with her white nails gripping the wood as she blinked. His moves were nice and sharp but there was something off and she couldn’t put her finger on it. Moving to sit on her heels, the female continued to watch as she tilted her head before it almost hit her like a brick.

Standing up, the female moved towards the radio system and pressed the square button. The beat abruptly stopped and she crossed her arms over her chest as she lend back against the table, her ankles crossing as she blinked a few times at him. Silence filled the room and she didn’t really see it awkward before finally she heaved a sigh.

“What dance are you trained in?” Husky voice passed through her lips as she moved forward, remembering the moves. Of course, he was trained in what he was performing but sometimes they knew more than what they were comfortable with. But she couldn’t read anything behind his movements more than just what he was. Taking it just for face value, she kept her arms crossed under her chest as she came to a stop in front of the mirror.

“Ballet? Jazz? Modern? Ballroom?” If this school really didn’t educate the dancers with ballet, as a main thing for them, it was pathetic. Ballet was the basis of all dance and even though she couldn’t stand it, she was in ballet when she was a child. It was one of the only dance classes she took until she was about sixteen. But it gave her an edge that many dancers didn’t and the muscle control always helped.