#thread;bes

[areumxmp]

(you were) Clearly (meant for more than a life lost in the war)

Starter with @mpxbes for some sweetness mixed with trauma yay we love a treat (sparkle sparkle) It was only a glint, nothing more than light refracting off of the silver of a tattered metal that came into view when Bes turned fully towards the larger man who had just let himself into the apartment. But that simple glint took over every ounce of his attention. For too many reasons than he could currently process, so the first pick is the fact that Bes has had it... this whole time. That ring was given to Areum when he turned 14. Crafted to sit perfectly on his thumb, what once was a sparkling piece of silver, numbers etched into the side, had become dull with years of connecting with nasal bones and sliding across pavement. By the time Areum had forgotten it in Bes' hands, the ring was so worn the numbers and letters could barely be seen on it. Areum had forgotten all about it until the moment the sun caught it. All this time, it had been with.. Bes..? On a chain around his neck, unable to be worn because of the size difference, and for now, that fact alone has Areum's brain putting a hold on all the bad memories attached to that small piece of jewelry. Because like everything, Bes has this perfect way of making a new meaning to something that always felt negative. It was like a superpower at this point areum was convinced. Mind moving separately from his body, he suddenly pulls himself out of his thoughts to find he's standing right in front of Bes, the ring in his hand. As the chain it sits on dangles in the air, Areum realizes he blacked out for a moment, "I'm sorry I haven't seen this ring in so long I.. I got lost for a second there." He lays it back down against Bes' chest, resting his warm palm over it. "How have I not noticed you had this.. the.. whole time?" He's exasperated to say the least, and sweetness drips thick like honey off of his tongue. He never forgets how much Bes loves him, too, but he sometimes has trouble truly resting with the fact that Bes had been missing him just as much when they were apart. Even if it had been in a different way.

[areumxmp]

Habby Birthday

Submission from @mpxbes

June 14th had been marked on every one of Bes's calendars for... more than 5 years- and he had celebrated it by himself, because he knew the odds of Areum celebrating it were slim. One of them had to do it. So Bes celebrated every year, bringing home a little cake and hiding away the gifts he couldn't help but buy; he didn't know why he kept buying them when he was unsure of if he would ever even see his best friend again, but thought of it as coping. The pile occupied the back corner of his closet, and it grew every June. Some of it was stupid stuff that he just bought because it reminded him of the other demigod. Some of it was stuff he thought that... maybe the Mayan would need should he ever turn back up on Bes's doorstep. 

So this year the feline had been so excited to surprise his friend- who had surprised him by even coming back -that he had almost spilled the secret before the date rolled around. Somehow Bes holds it together, avoiding Areum all day as he fulfilled his laundry list of tasks: picking up the cake he had ordered, dragging all the gift bags out and arranging them around his coffee table, cooking what he remembered to be Areum's favorite for dinner, neatly stacking 7 birthday cards filled with long winded notes of what he now understood as pining. He finally shot off a quick "come over" text, barely feeling like he had time to plate food, bring it to the coffee table, and then light cheesy colorful birthday candles before he has to rush to open the front door for the other man, out of breath and flushed by the activity.  He greets his best friend like that, childishly wide smile on his lips and warmth in his eyes. 

"Happy birthday, Are."

Being alone on his birthday had Areum genuinely forgetting after a good amount of time when it even rolled around. The same happened today as he had gone about his day just as any other normal one. For him it had never been much to celebrate minus the singular one he spent with Bes here on the island. Never could he forget that day, when they were making hats out of paper and Bes had gifted him the prettiest flower that he had put in a vase. Even though the plucked bound of orange was bound to die, back then Bes had known to put something around it since the heat of his hands often wilted flowers if he held them for too long.

Since then, he hadn't celebrated his birthday let alone thought of it; so when Bes had messaged him to come over Areum hadn't expected... all of this.

Bes, standing there, out of breath and flushed was already taking his breath away. Right after the waft of Tteokbokki with extra fishcakes he could smell. (How had Bes even remembered extra fishcakes... he was on another level of perfect..) Then the flickering of candles. 'Happy Birthday, Are..' It was his birthday..

How long had it been since he cried? Since even the hint of a tear fell down his cheeks? Areum couldn't remember the timeline. He remembered the constant sobbing, then he remembers never having done it again. Not when he got arrested. Not while he was confined to four walls. Not when he was told he was getting out. None of those times a tear left Areum's ducts but now? They were rushing the flood gates and just as fast as a wide smile grew on his face, the salty tears flew from his eyes.

It was happy, not sad. It was overjoying and caring... Somehow he felt scars of his past being patched up, the bad parts of him being gently tucked away and sewn in with every moment he stood in the door way. Thick arms wrap around Bes fully, hugging him tightly to his chest, neck angled down so his head is buried in sweet smelling hair. For a while he just sat there, hugging on Bes and crying. So many aspects have the brute breaking down. Bes having remembered in the first place was a big part; and the fact that Bes was the only person on record that had ever done anything for his birthday.

When he was on the island the first time, Bes had said something on his birthday that he never forgot. This time, was the second time he had a real birthday, and both times it was with Bes. To be really here... with him again... being cared about again... being happy.. that's what made him the most emotional. Because, no matter how many days he spends here with Bes again, it still feels so surreal sometimes. Every day Areum falls for the feline even more. At this point, he has fallen face first and is happy about the broken nose that comes with it.

"You are too good to me, Bes.. You make me so fuckin' happy.. I-" Areum paused and sucked up his tears, a smile could be felt as he kisses the top of Bes' head before finally letting him go, only to hold the feline's arms still. "Thank you so much."

[areumxmp]

Suffering Comes In Many Forms (But we don't have to worry about that anymore)

Continued from this ask from areum's other half @mpxbes

(...)"It felt unfair that Areum had carried the feeling and burden all alone."

What Bes didn't know was that if Areum hadn't have had that feeling to carry? He would have never made it back to a place he didn't have to be alone.

After he went back to Korea, Areum was punished for leaving in a way that brought the whole reason he left in the first place into very obvious light. Because he hates to admit it now, but it took the young kid so many years of unnecessary pain, not only to himself but what he had to do to others, so many years of losing the battle with his own mind to finally figure out that they had been using him all along. Only when he met Bes did he realize he needed to really really leave that place. That he never wanted to go back because this is what real care feels like. This is what love and kindness feels like. Bes taught him that just because someone gives you a home, doesn't mean you owe them your life. That was a huge discovery for Areum in his young tortured brain, and it took a while for him to compute how to even handle going about it when he was barely stable enough to have control over his own brain when around his abusers. Areum has only scimmed the surface of this life to Bes. He spoke more about it to his best friend the first time they met because now he had the added weight of how getting out of one bad situation got him landed in the next. Prison. Which wasn't a walk in the park either, but Areum needed to keep Bes in his brain the whole time. Through everything because the feline was the only source of light Areum ever got graced with in his life. The most beautiful ray of sunshine that warmed his skin in a way his flames never will, a touch so gentle and comforting it was like his wounds were sewing back up by the second. Every time he thought of grabbing Bes' hand... sitting with him on the side walk... laughing with him and leaning their backs on each other.. Every time he thought of seeing that light again, it kept him on the path to getting out. To being able to control his emotions and his own brain and with the empty void and sheer determination Areum had to see Bes again? He was able to get better. To see a therapist in prison, get a diagnosis, get medicated the proper way, and to this day he still goes to therapy once a week in order to keep bettering himself. The pain Areum went through by having the knowledge that he needed Bes? It helped him. Areum was a sweet boy to Bes when he had met him. But Bes had no idea of the monster he had been spending all his time with. If Areum wouldn't have gotten help.... he wouldn't have been able to live a normal life around... anyone. And sometimes that stirs in his brain the most. How it could look to Bes once he knows all of it. Because eventually, Areum will tell him everything, even if the thought is fucking petrifying. For now though, he touches on the topics lightly, but still bringing more than enough feeling and sincerity when making it clear that he would have fought for Bes until the end of time. Just the same way he would let their tongues dance just as slow and passionate as their bodies were. With warm arms wrapped around Bes in an all encompassing way, he let's the kiss and the moment drown in every ounce of his affection and frankly his need for his other half.

[areumxmp]

Such a Beautiful Day

A wonderful birthday for his sweet @mpxbes

Every morning started early for Areum; but this morning was especially important to make sure he was up at the right time. Who knew it would have been so hard to plan a birthday for someone he refuses to not spend every free moment he has with.  A whole lot of tiptoeing around and about a hundred google searches above bes’ sleeping head later, and here he was, already on the start of such a beautiful and important day. 

The day this.. enigma of a being was born. He is so gentle, has the kindest heart Areum has ever seen, he was a completely different species to Areum. There has never been, and will never be anyone else in this world that can make him feel like Bes can.  Bes; his best friend and the love of his life. As the luckiest man alive (he’s so sure of it) he must make sure this day is wonderful for his boyfriend.

Thankfully, his plan had worked and they had so easily fallen asleep on the couch together, making it a breeze for Areum to so very carefully slip from Bes’ grasp to grab the things he had hidden when Bes had been at work.  Blankets, pillow covers, more pillows, squishmallows, everything soft and comfy Areum happily splurged on. It didn’t take him long to set up the cozy masterpiece, only adding even more squish to the nest Bes’ bed already was. This was only the beginning of his plans for such a beautiful day. He found himself back out in the living room soon enough, only to crouch next to the couch where Bes’ peaceful sleeping expression captivated his attention. How could he not admire something so undeniably beautiful. No matter how many times Bes napped around him or on him, Areum always found himself staring so lovingly at him. After years of being apart.. of whishing for the moment to hold him while he was sleeping, to keep him safe from anything that could ever hurt him, he couldn’t get enough of it now.

“Besie~” Soft kisses pepper Bes’ cheeks as to not startle him awake. “My sweet birthday boy has to get up so we can get ready~ I even let you sleep in.” He couldn’t help but tease the feline as gentle fingers brush over his hair and ears comfortingly. With how rough Areum can be, and how heavy handed he has no idea he is half the time, the ex con is still always gentle with Bes’ ears and tail. 

[areumxmp]

(You're my) Perfect Fit

started here heheh with @mpxbes

"In your professional opinion, huh~?" And of course, just as Bes knew he would, the brute who was always so sweet with the feline did take hold of the offered hand, letting himself easily be pulled into the embrace he now knew so well. Fitting in easily behind Bes, letting his own warmth share with every inch they touched. Areum loved watching Bes cook. He was so proud of Bes for being so good at it and for looking so good while he does it-while he does anything.

The cheek kiss is welcomed until he teases back, stealing sweet little kisses as he tended to do often, finding it hard to keep any part of him off of Bes. The most beautiful man that had ever walked the earth that stood perfectly in his arms. Without knowing it was even happening until it was, Areum was speaking, "I feel like the other piece of me was hiding inside of your mouth. And I was whole the first time you spoke to me." A blush burns hot through his already burning up body, the surprise of what even flowed out of his mouth flooring Areum himself.

"In short.." Areum clears his throat shyly, "Nobody else needs to get that chance except for you, my honey prince. If you were the only person who saw it, I would forever be happy." The son of Tohil's voice still held its gentle undertones that took over the deepness of it, stringing through the tones like silk as he used yet another pet name as he loved calling Bes different fun little names every time.

[tau-mp]

~Where there is books, there is peace~

Thread w/ @mpxbes

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There was never a time in Tau’s entire life where he wasn’t in the best mood imaginable because of the gentle serenity of being surrounded by books. The pages that smelt like they had been read by numerous amounts of coffee, and felt by decades of fingers. Which.. in theory kinda sounds gross, and Tau sneered a little bit at that thought, but in reality it was a beautiful smell. One that really made him feel like home.  Like he belonged.  Tau had never belonged anywhere entirely, always on the move, always searching for something new. The fact that he was stagnant, was incredible to him, because he didn’t feel that way. He didn’t feel stagnant. Tau felt.. Connected.  Connected to a place he had only been for a few weeks, but it was calm here, it felt nice, and it reminded him of where he dreamt he should be.  There was some rusting around him, but his eyes never wavered from the page he was reading, too engrossed in thought to be paying attention enough to anything really. Even the noise didn’t bother him, when normally… it would.  But in this case whoever was making it, somehow made the air more comfortable. More welcoming.  it was an odd feeling, but he felt like he could almost fall asleep from how familiar this whole scene was.  Tau had to reread the passage almost four times because his brain kept distracting him, and each time he remembered exactly what it said and then forgot directly after reading it again.  “Ah.. Can I not manage to focus correctly today?” A roll of his eyes to himself, and a soft smile left him.  Amusing himself was entertaining, but he heard those gentle noises even closer to him now, so all attention from his brain was stolen as he looked up.