#phobetorxmp

[exmposiris]

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@phobetorxmp

it’s been quite a rollercoaster of a time for him, what with the nightly imprisonment and then the little bout of fun he’d had with phobetor threatening lawsuits and whatnot. all of that had gone to the furthest back corner of his mind when he came across jennie in her weakened state and his hunt for the one responsible had started. somewhere in there, phobetor had shown up to apologise and he’d been surprised at first for sure, because he hadn’t thought apologising was something phobetor did, but he’d also accepted it straight away, because quite frankly; he didn’t enjoy not being able to go over and see the god when he felt like it. admittedly he hadn’t really had a lot of time to see anyone outside of his little investigation, but that only made it more wonderful to be able to just go over again and get whatever affection he needed.

but now, with jordan’s demise a fact and the aftermath of his decisions a thing that is outside of his own hands, he finally has the time and the possibility to go visit his friend properly again, and it’s almost the first thing he does. with his head still full of the swirling script of jordan’s journal and his mind full of so many other things that he doesn’t think he can even make sense of yet, he takes determined, certain strides towards the place where he knows his friend to be.

it’s not the first time he makes his way into a place where he wasn’t necessarily invited or expected, but it is perhaps the first time he does it with such a determined lack of care, wanting nothing more than to get to phobetor and to wrap himself up in his friend’s warmth and care again. so it’s without any sort of warning or explanation that he simply enters the room, glad to find phobetor alone behind his desk, and crosses the distance in another few strides, coming to a stop next to his friend and simply leaning down and wrapping his arms around phobetor’s frame, tucking his head against the broad shoulder and closing his eyes as he breathes in slowly, letting the peace of familiarity soothe the edges of his exhaustion.

“hi,” he says after what might just as well have been an entire minute. “i missed you.”

[mp-anubis]

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@phobetorxmp​

“HASANI!” Anubis shouted from the pits of his chest, startling the others that were enjoying their day in the park. His anxiety shot through the roof as somehow his newest addition to his pack, a massive pure black Great Dane, slipped from his hands as he was walking him in the park. He had no idea where the young dog was going but he was fearful of what might happen to him. Usually his dogs were so well behaved, at least for him, so not only was this unusual it was frustrating. “STOP IT YOU FILTHY MUTT!” His temper was flaring but it was from a place of worry and fear.  When he rounded the corner to continue chasing him down he stopped in his tracks to see Hasani jumping up on someone who sat on a bench. “Nek- Hasani-” When he realized who it was that the pup was getting so excited about he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Of course the only other person that Hasani would lose his mind over was Phobetor. Anubis looked at the dark god, feeling a pounding heart beat against his rib cage. “Pho... I am so sorry, I lost control of him, he must have smelled you...” 

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[mptim]

tim: *breathes*

saint: shut the fuck up, I hate you.

phobetor: *purring* pretty.

[aphroditexmp]

Dancer | Aphrodite & Phobetor

For @phobetorxmp

Aphrodite was a wonderful hostess - she was impeccably dressed at all times, her food was wonderful and her apartment absolutely divine. From the moment that one entered, there was no doubt that they were stepping into an enchantment: a soft haze seemed to fill the rooms, with the gentle lingering of roses in the air. It wasn’t a spell or even a conscious decorative decision though; just a by-product of having Aphrodite inhabit the apartment for so long.

“Cocktails before dinner, sweetheart?” she asked, coming into the living room with two glasses of her signature drinks: sweet and fruity, with a dash of a sparkling charm. Her long skirt floated behind her, her skin glowing as the chiffon draped against her curves. She handed one of the glasses to Phobetor before going to turn on the music, “Dinner is almost ready too. Just in the oven for a little longer.”

[exmpairmid]

sacrifice ;;

@phobetorxmp continued from here:

Humming softly as he reclines back in his Nordic design leather arm chair, Phobetor slowly swirls the dribble of red Merlot gathering dust in the bottom of his glass. The grape sloshing a he aerates it with little regard for bringing the glass to his lips any time soon, as he gazes away, deep in thought. With one long leg folded over the other, his foot idly bounces, before he is brought back to earth by a voice as his dark gaze again focuses. “Would you say I am overly chatty normally?” He hums, teasing smirk lightly tugging at the corner of his lips as his eyes linger, head tilting a little.

“I was thinking...” he explains a moment later, on a deep sigh as he lifts his strong gaze from the goddess keeping him company, over to the many books stacked high on his shelves. “The old days, do you miss them?” He muses aloud, before another playful smirk tugs at his lips as his chin drops and gazes falls to her once more. “Did you ever receive young men as sacrifice?” He teases, grin only widening.

visiting phobetor is not something she does often of her own accord - usually he is the one somehow initiating these meetings - but after being gone for six months, it seemed like a thing to do that would bring a smile to the other god’s face.

theirs was a long acquaintanceship, and though at the very beginning she’d been wary of him, that had slowly changed over time, until they came to the point where they are now; visiting each other and having conversation over a glass of wine - or several glasses, more like.

she scoffs when he asks if she thinks he’s overly chatty most of the time, but deigns a reply unnecessary - they both know she will nod her head and he will take it as a sign to keep coming around and to keep talking regardless. she doesn’t really know how his mind works. which is proven once more when he continues talking, asking her those questions. those ridiculous questions.

“you may be able to give people nightmares, mo caraidh, but don’t think even for a second that i can’t make your every day life a waking nightmare should you piss me off.” her eyebrows rise ever so slightly above the glass of wine she brings to her lips to take another sip. the threat has long lost its venom, having become more of a running joke between them now than anything else. but once upon a time she’d said it and meant it, and it had been her only defense against a greek god whose essence pulsed at her in dangerous vibrations.

“we did not ask for sacrifice. people did not fear us, unlike your kind. if they needed our help they just had to ask and they would repay us with food, with clothes, with whatever their hands could make. i was not a god as you are, droch-aisling, i had no wish to rule nor enslave.” she lowers her glass to the little table at her side, as her lips curl into something of a teasing grin of her own.

“and even if i had and i did receive male sacrifices,” she says then, “i would most certainly not tell you about them. you’d be too enamored.”

[exmpsveinn]

colour me ,,

@phobetorxmp

it’s been a long day. it’s been an extremely long day. all he wants to do is head home, flop down in the couch and once again re-evaluate all of his life’s decisions that led him to this particular place in time and space. but it appears that the day is only going to get longer still, because there is a bored looking woman behind the register scanning articles at one mile an eon and she does not look like she’ll be gaining any semblance of speed anytime soon.

but of course life is not satisfied with merely putting a slow cashier in his path, no. the second she sees him, her eyes widen and all of a sudden outrage replaces the rather lifeless look she had in her eyes before.

“how dare you,” she tells him loudly, clearly making sure the rest of the customers will hear her too. “have you no shame coming back here like this?” his eyebrows draw together ever so slightly, one of them rising in a displeased sort of question. the cashier doesn’t seem to notice how rude she’s being, instead the outrage on her features grows more pronounced, giving her a pinched sort of look. “just days after stealing over two-hundred’s worth of things you try and pretend like nothing happened!?”

now he’s entirely certain she’s got the wrong one and so he straightens ever so slightly, forces his expression into some semblance of polite - it ends up remaining neutral, which is the best he can do in the situation, probably. “i have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, miss, i did not steal anything from this store at any point in time.” so perhaps he should have sounded a little nicer while saying that, but it’s not in his repertoire of tricks to play nice when he is so gravely aggravated.

“don’t think you can lie to me so easily! i recognise your face even if you coloured your hair!” she throws back at him, and he can feel the exhaustion seep into his very bones at the thought of having to try and convince this woman she’s wrong. he would just walk out, but he really needs the groceries he’s gathered and he’s hardly going to prove her right by taking them without paying for them. so he listens to another sequence of accusations as she tells him to apologise and confess and pay and whatever else it is she deems necessary.

“miss,” he grits out between his teeth after a moment. “i only recently returned to this island, this is the first time i’ve set foot in this store this year. i just want to pay for these groceries and go home.” the last word comes out a little rumblier than intended, but the woman’s got it in her head that she’s right and he knows nothing he says can get her to let go of that thought. he’s unbothered by the onlookers, doesn’t feel any sort of embarrassment, only annoyance slowly growing around his spine while the thought of spurring a vine to grow and wrap itself around this pinched looking lady’s throat becomes more and more attractive in his mind.

oh what he’d give to be gone from here. preferably with his groceries.

[mpchangmin]

Accompanied by his father @phobetorxmp​

Turns out matching with his father wasn’t so hard, all he had to do was wear all black. Maybe it’s because he isn’t able to plunge himself into work on Mount Phoenix, maybe it’s because here he is more aware of time going slower for them. But, Arestos is suddenly gaining a rather more personal interest in people...