#tghf:interaction

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

@pseudonyist | the gods have fallen

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“If it appears as if I am lost, then rest assured I am absolutely not,” she hasn’t even recognised the figure near her, all she noticed where approaching footsteps she couldn’t identify and the absolute disinterest quickly growing within her to do so.

Deities are awfully prideful things, disputes are often solved with someone’s death, Artemis’s own arrows having pierced the occasional heart who dared claim their archery skills somehow surpassed her own - as the goddess of the hunt, the one archery was connected to, how ridiculous could a man be to claim that. And sometimes that pride translates into moments like these, where powerful figures are denied recognition because a midwife is stubbornly staring ahead of herself, scanning the foreign neon-lit street of an area she’s never ventured to and would have much rather done without visiting.

But rumours of the nightclub harbouring beings like herself and those below her had reached even her and... call it curiosity, call it a need to be nosy she may have inherited from her father, but the end of her journey had been supposed to be that one. And not... this. Lost, in the mortal world, and when she turns around, with bad company as well.

From an arrogant lift of her chin to a steely stare in a few seconds flat. She should have recognised him sooner. But how? She hadn’t even given him a chance to show whether or not he was headed towards her. Her own need to state what she had stated had preceded everything else. And now she’s standing there, opinionated to her very core, squaring her shoulders and forgetting her goal. “Oh... You.”

[gallaxians]

                 @ecstaticthoughts || nyx & nemesis 

“When I was told to come, I didn’t think it would be you meeting me.” A look of annoyance flashes over Nyx’s features, the ancient goddess tired as the sun had barely set. She had been called back into the city for whatever purpose, one she was sure not to find out in this restaurant. She takes a seat at the table, sweeping her long locks over her shoulders as she does. “Now, you’ll have to remind me which one you are exactly. There’s so many of you running around these days...” 

Reaching out she grabs the passing waiter by the arm, a charming smile with her words doused in influence. “Be a dear and get us your best wine, on the house of course.” Like the weak human he was he didn’t put up a fight, scurrying off to follow his orders.

“Nemy? Nike? Naime? No, it is Nemesis, correct?” 

[svtrns-blog]

          meli let out a heavy sigh “it’s a bookstore, how can you not manage it for a couple of hours?” the least favourite part of her plan was having to keep her cover maintained to get close enough to her target. she had made the mistake of hiring a complete idiot to work at the bookstore she was given after the owner had a mental breakdown. the anger was bubbling up within her as her tone lowered and her eyes grew dark, a sight and sound that would terrify any mortal who witnessed it. “if you call me again i will make sure you can’t speak in complete sentences ever again. do you understand me?” she hung up the phone before allowing the mortal to answer looking at the other across from her “i should have stayed in the underworld, i can’t stand mortals.”

[jxniel]

The world is her canvas, the flowers, her palette. She paints, beautifies and enlivens lands deserving praise from mortals and deities alike. ( Nature of its own needs acclamations from an audience that upholds its impeccably ever-changing beauty. It is a must. Otherwise, her creations are silenced, her efforts gone in vain, her existence rendered to none. Won’t that be a tragic waste? ) She creates colorful masterpieces, art found in timed delicacies wrapped in delicate aromas. She plays with the senses as the eyes may witness beauty, but paintings speak volumes when linked to fond memories.

After all, flowers exist to be admired but also reminisced. For their splendor, their gentle appearances blooming not only on soil but within people's hearts and minds also. They are ideal gifts and perfect scenery-- and free, free to be plucked and given, each holding their special meaning. And their creation is a spectacle to not miss, though scarce are the spectators witnessing even a glimpse of her ceremonial dance.

Except for a lucky one ( ah, if she knows, knows truly who's underneath gorgeous fur and buck’s eyes, will she still say the same? ) winning the lot every single time.

The deer comes into sight in the midst of a pirouette. Its glance meets a pair of aglow half-moons and a radiant smile. Her laugh consists of a lovely arrangement of tones, a song made from innocent bliss. Her bare feet kisses the ground and summons the prettiest of flowers, blossoming to her melody, patches of reds, blues, purples, and whites adorning what was once a dull green blanket. She shares the precious moment with her welcoming guest despite their identity still unknown. ( It isn’t the first nor will it be the last of the deer, she believes. But what is there to fear from a timid creature? What is a valid reason to chase it away? Her goodwill’s too grand to even consider such a thought. )

And she ends her parade a few strides away from the buck, some bellflowers held close to her chest. ❝ Greeting to you again. ❞ Her velvet voice reduced to a murmur, she approaches ever so slightly. ❝ May I offer you these? ❞ ( @pseudonyist )

[gallaxians]

                  @vartouhix continued from here !

An amused smile curls at her lips, the goddess keeping still as she’s boxed in between the woman in front of her and the wall of people behind her. Steely eyes gazed through fluttering lashes, unable to hide the way her breath hitches or how bumps rise on her skin. “You’re a confident one, aren’t you?” Once her arms are free from the others hold, her hand raises. The tips of her fingers dance along the females spine, pressing against once they reach the small of her back to bring them together. The scent of perfume and titillating words was just as intoxicating as the wine that still lingered on her tongue. Her original intentions for the night long forgotten. The club around them drowned out, her focus solely on Eris. “Dance with me first.” Prove your worth. 

[vartouhix]

“Some things in our lives are inevitable.” apollo to eris

sense8 season 1 sentence starters x ; accepting

“You don’t have to justify your infatuation with the flower princess to me,” Eris informed with a dark chuckle, waving her hand as if to wave the thought away. She slanted her body away from the straight line of her bar stool, until her shoulder pressed to his. Eris looked up at the golden god through her thick lashes, speaking slowly so he had to consider every word before moving onto the next. “All that pale, flawless skin probably feels like silk under the fingertips.” Her hand moved to hover over his on the bar counter, tracing the pads of her middle and ring fingers over his knuckles. “Soft lips that would carry the bruise of a kiss on them for days.” She bit her own bottom lip lightly, her gaze flickering down to his mouth before returning to his eyes again. “And there is something so very satisfying about taking something pure and leaving it forever changed in the wake of your influence…” Eris lifted her hand away to grasp her drink again, straightening her posture on her seat once more. “I don’t know about inevitable, but it is certainly unsurprising.” She took a sip of her drink.

[vartouhix]

“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”

six-word sentences x ; accepting

Eris couldn’t steel her expression. Her brows arched, she smiled–really smiled–almost as bright as the twinkle of amusement in her eyes. She managed to temper her glee down to a subtle chuckle. “I didn’t imagine you had the spine for such harsh words.” Her lips twisted up just a bit more at one corner in a slight sneer. “How’s that?”

[vartouhix]

open to: any

Eris let the weight of the metal bat swing it down. At nearly the last moment, her thumb and finger tightened around the grip to catch it, and she pushed it down until the tip hit the floor with a crinkle of the tarp and a thunk of the concrete underneath. She turned her head towards the other. Eris completely ignored the whimpers and pained groans of the man sagging against his restraints to address the newcomer. “What? I’m a little busy.” She couldn’t completely rid her voice of its venom, still incensed over the trouble her captive had caused.