#renxmp

[mpivan-blog]

Microscope||Ren

@renxmp

Ivan sat at his desk, listening to the idle chatter filtering in from the rest of Taste of Ink. Fingers steepled in front of him he let out a quiet sigh, what he was about to do was going to fucking suck. Ivan was the God of scarification and tattoos, not Human Resources. He considered himself a decent boss, efficient and trusting, only hiring those he believed showed potential and passion. There was no need to put anyone under the microscope, nobody was perfect. Today was one of the days that fact it was staring him in the face, like the gross skewed proportions of an amateur tattoo. It could be worked with, things could be fixed, it just needed a bit of finesse. It was another thing entirely to use it successfully. 

Flipping a mental switch his steely nerves graced his features as he got up, spine straight, striding through the shop. Making his way out of the office he gave the usual duties, inquiries about what needed replenishing before quietly stopping at one station in particular.  “Ren. A moment of your time. I know you’re booked, but I’d like to speak to you before things get too busy. My office preferably, nothing too grave”. 

[mpxangela]

“ i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i don’t think could ever be paid off. ”

Bora's arms had wrapped around Ren ages ago. A soft peck pressed against his hair. For someone who was her brother, she felt so many different emotions toward him, all of which screamed to protect him. She felt bad that so much had happened to him in her absence, feeling partially responsible for not being there for him as she should have been.

"Death is not the end. We both know that to be a fact." She looks at him, rubbing his arms so delicately as she drowned him in the affection he deserved. "You have time while you are living to pay that debt off, just as am trying to do. Even in the afterlife, you can have a chance to resolve that debt you think you have."

She understood his worry all too well, and if she could, she would shoulder that concern for him, take on whatever debt he felt he had. "I think you overestimate the wrongs you have done, and you underestimate how much good you do."

[exmpxfelix]

❛ you should leave. ❜

ANGST sentence starters | Accepting

Felix had just exited the elevator onto the demigod level of the apartment building, groceries in hand, when he noticed someone down the hall a little ways. He paused in front of his door, ready to call out to the somewhat familiar neighbour, when he noticed that something was wrong. He was walking sort of wobbly, a hand on the wall for support. Worried, he dropped the bags of groceries beside his door and hurried down the hallway, reaching out to touch Ren’s arm and maybe help him along a bit. “Hey, are you okay? Do you need help?

“You should leave.”

He frowned at the other male’s words, his brow furrowed in concern. “Huh? But you’re... sick? Hurt?” He protested gently, looking Ren up and down. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but something was definitely wrong. “Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s just a few doors back, and I can make sure you’re okay...” He wouldn’t feel right leaving Ren all alone, even if he wasn’t too sure what was wrong with him.

[mp-santino]

❛ you knew this whole time? ❜

“Not really, Ren..” he sighs looking down as he stands before the other. 

He knows that his companionship with Ren was a different take on friendship. They both enjoyed each others company and at this point, Tino felt like the other knew more of him than Tino knew of Ren.  All he knew was that the Ren he never met from before didn’t get along well with Dakota, and he was practically the opposite of who this Ren was now. 

“What does it matter though huh? We have talked about this, haven’t we? Even if you got your memories back or not, you are who you are now..everyone changes after some time whether they are ready for it or not.” 

[mpxharper]

❛ whose idea was it to let anyone believe love could ever have a happy ending? ❜

He bit his inner cheek as Ren spoke - surely, surely the other male couldn’t have known what had happened with Junkai so his words were simply an ironic coincidence. “I... believe that love can have a happy ending,” Harper responded with a sad smile, “Even if it doesn’t always, it’s still worth having experienced. Don’t you think?”

[mpxyumi]

black out;

@renxmp

Yuyan was by no means a wild party-goer-- but when she did attend a party, she made it count. The Hallow’s Eve ball was no exception, even with her father in tow. And considering she had not been to a party since she lost her leg, she had a lot of catching up to do.

She had just downed her second shot of the evening when she nearly bumped into someone. It took a moment for her to realize who he was dressed as, and when she did her face lit up in delight. “Thorn! From Scooby Doo! Rock on, good choice,” she exclaimed over the music, patting his shoulder. She was about to slip past him when she noticed a peculiar look on his face that made him pause.

“Why do you look so down? Come on, let’s get you a drink! You seem like you need to loosen up.”

[geminimp]

“ life hack : you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon. ”

“ i’m not exactly an expert on.... that sort of thing, but are you sure you should be yelling at the moon? “ gemini quirks a brow, slight concern for such a thought to have passed through the other. the son of dagda wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of pissing off any sort of moon deity, knowing that certain gods were... volatile on occasion. “ plus what counts as sad noises? howling? crying? i think i’ve tried one of those already- “

[exmposiris]

“ saying my name is so intimate, why would you do that to me? ”

he blinks, then blinks again, then blinks once more, just for good measure.

“i...” he starts, slowly letting his gaze wander over the demigod’s face, clearly flabbergasted at this sudden question. “because you just told it to me?” he answers then, a slightly questioning note in his voice since it’s not entirely clear to him why the young man seems to have an issue with it.

he takes a moment just to get over this surprising accusation, but then he’s fully interested, all of his attention now on the beautiful young man.

“intimate, really?” he asks, eyebrows rising a little. “and here i wasn’t even trying yet.” he leans in closer, expression shifting to a much more warm and intimate smile as he does so. “how about we get really intimate, my dear sweet ren?”