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things i’ve apparently sent in the groupchat

[rattyboyslim]

it was an honor for @udjester and thenscl to commission me to make art for this year's advent calendar!! i'm really happy how it came out in the end (: (you can check out the full playlist here)

[michaelsbigreddick]

red lights- matt murdock- pt.2

part 2 of “Red Lights- Matt Murdock” the the previous part here

you dont necessarily have to read that part to understand this one but it paints a better picture if you read both parts.

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It had been months since the incident with Matt. You'd seen each other through Foggy a handful of times. In the beginning he took it upon himself to try and gain your friendship, but soon after he gave up. After he had given up hope of you forgiving him, you either spent the time around each other not speaking, or as Foggy liked to put it “bickering like a married couple”.

The bar was in January, it's now July which happened to be Foggy's birthday month.

“I still don't get why you don't want the party at your place.” you say continuing with the decorating. You had agreed to host the party for him in your home as a joke. But eventually you ended up doing it anyways.

“Because then I'd have to explain my lack of sport trophies and butchering certificate.”

“There's nothing wrong with being a certified butcher. If the lawyer thing ends up failing you for some reason, you have that to fall back on at least.”

“It wouldn't be a problem if I wasnt sixteen when I got certified.”

You make fun of him for the fact that he illegally became certified to work with cured meat.

“Could you check the cake in the fridge? I need to frost it soon if it's going to be ready before karen comes to help.” he gets up from his computer and sets the cooled cake on your kitchen island.

“Why do you have to frost it before she gets here?” he asked, taking a dip into the chocolate frosting.

“Because my dear friend, there is such a thing called alcohol and I'm starting once she gets here.”

The lovely Karen who thought you had too much on your hands volunteered to help with the alcohol. There was a sense of highschool to the friend group you felt you were intruding on. In a way it was like that. Or you supposed you swooped in at the right time, the time they werent there for foggy, a time where none of them really knew what the group was going to look like after not working with each other anymore. But then things cooled down, and they saw each other again. And it was only a matter of if they would accept you into the group, it was also a matter if you played nice. That first night you tried. But you weren't the type to forgive and forget. There was something about Matt that didn't sit right with you, and it was only getting worse with time.

“Did you invite Marci or are you waiting till later tonight to call her?” you threw a party favor at him. He caught it but fumbled with it a bit before actually doing so.

“I did invite her, so be ready to pull out the karaoke machine.” his chin had a bit of frosting on it but you decided to not tell him. It was his birthday but that didn't mean you weren't going to cut him any slack.

“So um, on another note, but still on the topic of lovers,” he paused.

“how’d it go with Jack?” he seemed like he wasn't sure he was allowed to ask you. You weren't very keen on telling him about yourself. Even after nearly a year of knowing each other he didn't know nearly as much as he should. There's a timeline to these types of things. Foggy shared them all by the third time you had gotten wasted at his place. But he didn't know anything. Not where you were born, what your relationship with your family was like, where you grew up. But he knew what you let him, the superficial things, the color you were subconsciously obsessed with, your coffee order, you liked to bake, the things that weren't important to other people before you moved to New York. You supposed someday you'd tell him where you came from, but not anytime soon. He’d just have to be okay with that.

“Ahh, I knew you were gonna ask me.” you begin to frost the cake before he finishes the frosting.

“Well, he's not invited if that's what you wanted to know.”

“Agh! What happened this time?” you laugh.

“This time? You make it sound like this is a regular thing for me.”

“It is.”

“Oh shut up.”

“You know it's true. He's the fifth one this year.”

“What can I tell you? I'm trying to break last year's record.”

“You know you're like Matt in that way. Of Course you’re more alike than just in that aspect, you'd know that if you bothered to get to know him.’

“Oh please.” you roll your eyes at him.

“I'm serious. Both get around and are extreme pains in my ass.”

“I'm surprised anyone would want to sleep with him. I can barely stand to breathe in the same air.” you knew that was a lie. You've thought about punching him in his smug little face then kissing him after.

“You know maybe it's a good thing that you hate him so much. Makes sure he stays away from you. I'd rather have this than,” he shook his head with an exaggerated look of disgust. “God I don't even want to imagine the contrary.”

“You do not have to worry about me going anywhere near him or Matt junior.”

He grimaced at your little joke about Matt and went to clean his sticky hands. There was a knock on the door. You had a doorbell but people that knew you knocked. They knew you preferred it to the doorbell.

“That must be Karen.” you look at your hands, they had spots of frosting you didn't want to get on the door knob.

“I'll get it.” foggy said, jogging over.

“Hey guys!” Foggy greets opening the door. Guys. That meant Matt was here too. Early. You felt self conscious. You wanted to run to your room and hide. Or at least run your hand through your hair and comb down anything out of place. But you couldn't, you'd get frosting all over yourself. And your clothes, you were wearing the same thing from your workout. You didn't think to change. You were comfortable and already running late to decorate for Foggy's party.

“Hey.” Matt said walking into the kitchen.

“Uh hey.” you said flatly. You hoped he couldn't hear the slight shake to your voice. You knew he couldn't see you, but you still felt insecure.

“Foggy went down with Karen to help her with the rest of the drinks.” he did a little thing with his hands. It's like he couldn't figure out in which way he wanted to fidget, picking at his fingers or tapping on his leg. They were hesitated fidgets, like he didn't want to show you how uncomfortable you were making him.

“Oh.” You pick up the spreading tool again and finish frosting the cake.

“You can make yourself at home. Uh, in the living room, or on the balcony, I decorated that too.” he chuckles a bit.

“Oh, I guess that doesn't matter to you huh?” you feel dumb, you knew it was a innocent but you couldn’t help it.

“Yea,” he smiled. “Would it be alright if I sit here?” he signaled to the stool on the other side of the island. You shrugged before remembering he couldn't see you.

“Yea sure. Knock yourself out.” he sat down without a problem. You'd always wondered how he did things so easily. Sure he's had years to adapt. But he's only ever been to your house one other time and it was to pick something up for Foggy. A quick in and out type of thing.

“Chocolate?” He said taking you out of your thoughts.

“ Uh, yeah. Foggy didn't tell you what his cake was gonna be like?”

“It's more about what I didn't know about you. I didn’t think you'd be the one to bake someone a birthday cake.”

“Yeah well you don't really know much about me now do you?” he chuckled and then began to tap at the table. You began to grow irritated as you adorned the cake with assorted berries. You were scared you were going to apply too much pressure to them and squish them. By the look of your stained fingers, you were. Their juices stained your fingers like ink.

“Shit.” you muttered.

“If it's not too much of an intrusion, can I help? I can do more than just sit here and look pretty.” there was that cockiness in his voice that made you want his perfect little teeth out. You checked the clock and there was only an hour left till people were going to start arriving.

“Do you know the difference between berries?” he got out of his seat and washed his hands. You put each different berry in his hand. He felt them with such a delicacy, like they could be crushed with any sudden movement. As if he was scared to even bruise them. He didn't want to upset you.

You let him start off where you left off. There wasn't much of a science to the way you were decorating the cake. Chocolate frosting with a berry crescent. He should be able to pull that off.

You go get ready and by the time you're nearly done Karen and Foggy are back.

“Hey,” Karen says walking into your bathroom.

“What took you guys so long?” you kiss her on the cheek and go back to curling your hair. “

“Foggy dropped one of the bags and we had to go back to get some more.” She was applying lipgloss now. It was a shade you had given her. Made her lips look as pretty as they did the night you met, but in all lighting.

“Can you get the back of my head? I don't want it to look funky.” you hand her the curling wand and she starts.

“It's a real shame Matt can't see.”

“What? Well yea I suppose it is. Being blind must suck.”

“I meant you look nice.”

“Oh you're funny. You're real funny.”

“Y/n are you really going to stand here and tell me you're not doing this because he's here?”

“Karen he can't see. How would that, how would that even, wouldn't that mean I would just wear my best perfume?”

“So you have put thought into it then.” she accused.

“You're just as bad as Foggy.” She sets the last curl down and gives it a minute before raking her fingers through it.

“I mean it wouldn’t be the worst thing would it? Being with someone who isn't just all brawn?”

“I'm not sure I'm fit for anything,” you paused looking for the word. But maybe that was the end of your sentence. Maybe you weren't meant for anything, any type of relationship, maybe you weren't meant for anyone.

“Anything?” she asks, waiting for the rest of your sentence. You finish applying your lipstick.

“Anything right now. I'm busy. And happy with the relationships I have right now. The ones that matter, friendships.” you were being an ass and you knew it. She knew it and she was alright with it because you were that type of person. The more they pushed or asked, the more you would pull away.

The guests started getting there soon after. When you took a look at the cake for the first time you couldn't help but let the smile creep onto your face. It didn't look half bad. There was the crescent like you had instructed, and then there were two rogue blue berries on the other side only two inches away from each other. If you looked at them from a certain angle you could see a smiley face.

The group wasn't large, some people from your firm, a few of Foggy's friends from college, Karen's boss Ellison, who only stopped by for a plate of food and to drop off a gift. It was nice, but you couldn't help but feel like an outsider inside of your home. You let loose after Foggy cut the cake and blew the candles out. When they asked him what he wished for he said nothing, “I have all I need right here.”

It was cheesy but you knew he meant it. It was getting dark and as the more superficial friends left you figured you could move the group outside. Then when you were all drunk enough you'd bring them all inside for karaoke.

“I'm gonna go outside and turn on the lights. Then we can move out there.” Karen nodded her head.

“Do you need any help?”

“No, but could you do me a favor and take out the jello shots from the freezer so we can bring them out right now?”

You finished making yourself your margarita which you decided not to rim with salt but with sugar. The after taste wasn't so bad when you switched to wine.

Plugging in the lights you nearly topple over from getting up too fast but someone takes hold of you just in time.

“You okay?” it was Matt. Behind him on the table were the jello shots you asked Karen to bring to you.

“Uh karen wanted me to bring those to you.” he spinned what was left in his beer in circles.

“Oh. Thanks.” you walk over to the railing and lay against it, and look onto the city. You never got sick if the view. From here even the ambulance sirens looked pretty.

“Beautiful isn't it?” Matt said taking a place next to you.

“Yea.”

“Would you mind describing it to me?” you didn't know why but the question felt intimate. It felt like he was asking to see the world through your eyes. He’d be able to get a look at you and how you thought. And a drunk mind is an honest one.

“I don't think I’d be able to do it much justice.”

“I'm sure you’ll do a great job” he smiled. you take a sip from your drink and grimace at the sugar. It felt too clumpy on your lips, felt more like a lip scrub than it did a thin lining. You took two fingers and cleaned all the remaining sugar off the rim flicking it onto the sidewalk beneath you.

“Well, it's very loud. It's loud in the way that the lights and people, their minds, they're never off. Every fluorescent light represents each person in New York. The colors, all the colors, they sit exactly where they have to. From here you can see the big picture. The one that's kind of overrated if you ask me. When people think of New York they think of big flashing lights. They think of the places and food, the shops, what they're known for. But none of that would've been possible with what you can't see from here. The picture that really matters is down there on the sidewalk. It's at the bus stop, in the gutters, at the park, in the taxis, underground waiting for the subway. People are what I should be describing to you. That's the real view, that's the real beauty of Hell's Kitchen.” you get a little sentimental and philosophical when you're drinking. You found it rather annoying when you were sober, but for now, you drank the rest of your drink in a single swig.

“That's actually exactly how I remember it being.’he smiled.

“That's nice.” you turn around and start walking back inside. As you open the door you hear one of your outside chairs fall over with a loud thud and glass shatter. When you turn around you see Matt on the floor dusting himself off. Beside him was the shattered green glass that used to resemble a beer bottle.

“Shit are you okay?” you crouched down to him and scanned him for any injuries. His hand was bleeding but besides that he seemed to be alright.

“Here let me see your hand,” he gave it to you. A thick gash that didn't want to stop bleeding. You took a towel off your little grill and applied it to your hand, applying pressure.

“Can you move your fingers for me?” he grinned, wiggling his fingers.

“I'll do anything you want if you ask nicely.”

“Jesus Christ you're insufferable.”

“Y/n you cant even cut him some slack when he's hurt?” foggy said coming from inside. He looked worried.

“I didn't do it. He fell or something.” you looked back at Matt who was facing the floor.

“I uh slipped on the confetti. I landed on the bottle.” Foggy sighed and came to help you get him up.

“I have a first aid kit in my bathroom.” you say it to Foggy more than Matt. “I'll clean him up really fast and then we’ll come back out…You go and get ready for karaoke.”

“Can do. But don't take too long, we will start without you.”

You lead Matt to the guest restroom and pull down the toilet lid for him to sit down on and he does, thanking you. You dig under the sink for your first aid kit. It was larger than people usually had in their homes. You practically had enough to keep someone stable for at least a day or two.

As you rummage through it for things you'll need, you place a few things you don't need in a stack to get them out of your way. Your staple gun falls off the growing pile and it bounces till it lies flat next to his foot. He reaches for it and feels it before handing it back to you with his good hand.

“What do you need a staple gun for?”

“Matt its really better if you don't ask any questions. But if you're going to, it's better if you didn't know.”

“Oh come on, not even a hint?” you take the stained cloth of his hand. The bleeding had thankfully stopped and it looked like he was just going to need stitches.

“It has to do with who I used to be when I moved to New York.” he nodded, moving his hand with him.

“Hold still. This is gonna hurt.” you say holding his hand above your sink, other hand holding a bottle of alcohol. When you spilled it onto his hand the most he did was take in a deep breath. A slight wince, but no noise, no groans, like it was routine for him. Another thing to not like about him. You patted him dry.

“I'm going to start stitching now.” you take the clamps and begin. He's holding his own hand steady.

“What did you do before you got here.”

“Please stop talking.”

“What do you need all that for?”

“Jesus Matt, why do you care?” you make a knot then begin again.

“I just, I like to know about the people I'm around. Is that unreasonable?”

“It is when you don't spend time with them unless you absolutely have to.”

“That's your side of it y/n. That's not what it's like for me.” you wanted to pretend like you didn't know what he was referring to. But you knew, and you were happy to know, you were happy to hear that he was interested in you. You were giddy even. It wasn't just the alcohol, your cheeks and hands grew warmer with this knowledge, and he could feel it.

“Honestly, I can't. I'm just not fit for anything um, I just, we can't. I can't.”

“Oh, Of Course.” he shook his head and kept his head low. You stayed like that for a few minutes listening to them begin karaoke outside without the machine.

“You know I did some stitching as a kid. They never came out this clean.”

“Just practice I guess…how old were you?”

“Nine.”

“I'm sorry.”

“No uh don't be. My dad, he was a boxer.” you already knew that from extensive nights of internet stalking him. You weren't able to find much, to no one's surprise, but you did find out a lot about his dad.

“Before he passed I stitched him up a few times. The second time I did I had my first drink too. Said my hands were shaking too much the first time.” he laughed a small laugh and you joined him.

“Hardcore.”

“Yea.. I never got to get as good as you did. Whatever you were before must have been interesting.”

“There's not much to it. I just had a lot of practice.”

You finished up there and you felt like you hated him a bit less. Maybe it was the orphan talk, you had a soft spot for the orphan storyline. They always became some sort of selfless hero that saved countless lives. You doubted that Matt did that as a blind pro bono lawyer, but who knew, maybe he'd surprise you one of these days.

[telvess]

After rewatching first fight for 534982th time I finally motivate myself to do it:

[telvess]

Hello Tess🫂❤️❤️ if it's not too much (and if you have time, of course)...can I ask for Hajun, Susanoo and Hermes headcanons with a painter reader? Especially if the reader likes to sketch them or paint them often...a little painter simp!

If you don't want to do it or don't feel like it, that's totally fine!❤️

Love ya!☀️🌻

Don’t I want to do this? I COULDN’T WAIT TO DO THIS! my first Susanoo request, I’m so excited!

I know you asked for headcanons, but I ended up writing scenarios as well, and they, hm… got out of hand. And so you know… before I fell for Thor, I had a weakness for Hermes, and now thanks to you it came back to me!😭😭😭

Anyway I hope you’re feeling better today, Sunny🌞

RoR: Painter!Reader (Hajun, Susanoo, Hermes) 🔞

Hajun

Let’s not pretend this is kind of person who would stop to look at a beautiful view.

Before he met you, he didn’t give an art second thought. After he met you? He thinks it's pointless, but there are works you show him that make his eyes widen for a split second. Hajun then goes back to pretending that it bores him to death…

If you really want to catch his attention, use bright colors and don't paint something boring.

You always make such a mess with the paints… He likes it.

Oh, you want to teach him to draw? Problems start with his I-don’t-care attitude, then you have to deal with countless broken pencils because he grips them too hard, and of top of that refuses to follow your instructions. Surprisingly Hajun isn’t the first who loses patience.

He's usually unaware that you're drawing him. It's nothing new that you're staring at him.

He doesn't ask what you're drawing, he has to look after his image, but when he thinks you're not looking, he takes a quick peek. Tease him and he will be offended.

Whenever you sketched Hajun, you always used as many thick lines as possible, to better reflect his demonic nature. This time wasn’t different. You sat down near his training ground - that is, simply any place that could have been damaged - and sketched him from the distance. You weren’t usually this obvious, but Hajun was too focused on himself to notice anyway… — Why do you keep peeking? — he asked right after you looked again. You looked at him over your sketchbook. — I’m sketching you — you explained simply, almost indifferently. Hajun stared at you with a dull expression, making you almost lose your cool. — Show me — he demanded, stepping closer to you. You did as he said. — It still needs some improvements, but generally I’m quite contented with… — That’s me? — Hajun interrupted you. Now you were the one with the dull expression on your face. Hajun sounded so serious that you took another look at your unfinished work. You saw very well reproduced facial features, proper body proportions, decent shadows and a good capture of his arrogant expression, something you were most proud of. Apart from the lack of horns and blood, it was impossible to understand how he couldn't see the striking resemblance. — Ouch! — you giggled — It resembled you! — you shouted, almost angry. — I don’t have such face — was his reply. You clearly don’t have a mirror either… you though, but didn’t dare say it out loud. — And my arms should be bigger — he added, pointing a dirty finger at your sketch. — Well, you aren’t tightening them now, are you? — you said, slightly annoyed at this point. You both stared at each other for a moment, until a strange tension began to build around you. You quickly glanced at your sketch and then at Hajun again. — Maybe… they’re not big enough — you admitted slowly — But I can fix it, if only you provide a right source. Hajun remained calm, almost too calm after your obvious provocation. — You may not know how to draw me properly, but you definitely know how to talk to me, little harlot — his calm voice irritated the hell out of you, but hearing that nickname gave you chills. — Come, you'll have to take a closer look — he grabbed your arm and led you towards the field. The sketchbook fell from your hand and landed on the ground. — My sketchbook, wait! — You don’t need it — Hajun didn't let you break free from his grip.

Susanoo

He would show interest in your art. Not necessarily a lot of interest. He may give the impression that he is indifferent to art, but he can actually appreciate beautiful works of art.

You can’t expect Susanoo to talk about art tho. It’s just not his thing. He may ask you questions about details, different methods of painting or the inspiration behind each work, but he will not take an active part in the conversation. He just tries to show you he cares (not about art, but you).

If you prefer to prepare your paints yourself, asks him for a help. He may be a little grumpy about it, but he wouldn't say no to you.

Of all your works, Susanoo likes motion painting the most. There’s something special about them. This frozen moment, captured in time. The more creative you can get, the better.

If you paint him, remember to be sure to properly convey all his grandeur and capture his majesty in all its splendour. Take it seriously, after all he isn’t some small fry.

You were chilling on a couch, practising in your sketchbook. Susanoo was expected to meet the other gods about Ragnarok in an hour, so you were all by yourself. So the timing was perfect to complete one of the hidden projects. Nobody could interrupt you or look over your shoulder, or at least that's what you thought… — Oho, that’s how you like me, girl? — you heard Susanoo’s husky voice right behind you and jumped up with a loud scream. The pencil fell out of your hand. Susanoo laughed out loud at your reaction. — It’s just a sketch… — you muttered. At this point hiding sketchbook or pretending you didn’t draw his exposed… things was pointless. Susanoo sat down next to you, his arm rested on the back of the couch. — Let me see… — he tried to take sketchbook from you, but your grip tightened — Don’t be shy — said Susanoo, and so you gave up. Susanoo looked at your unfinished work and studied it for a moment. His impassive face gave you no hint of what was going through his mind. — You could sketch me in any position, but I can clearly see what was your priority here. You giggled, trying to ignore your warm cheeks. But what you couldn’t ignore was his hand appearing on your thigh. His other arm, which had been resting on the back of the couch, now happened to be wrapped around you as Susanoo pulled you closer to him. The sketchbook fell to the floor, but you didn't think much of it because you were too busy kissing his hungry lips. Whenever Susanoo kissed you, he always gave his all. His tongue explored your mouth, his firm grip on your back, he liked to feel your body pressed against his, your warmth and the trembling he made you feel. It always put him in the right mood. While he played with your mouth, you caressed his crotch. It wasn't long before you felt a growing bulge under your fingers. Susanoo’s hand untied your obi and slowly slipped between the flaps of your yukata. The feel of his warm fingers on your breasts sent shivers down your spine. Before lust could completely consume you, you mumbled: — Aren’t you supposed to have a meeting with other gods soon? Susanoo opened his eyes between kisses, you knew you had angered him. — I don’t understand why you dragged them into this — he replied dryly and pulled you even closer so that you were sitting on his lap. — You will be late! — Yes — he kissed your chin, then moved to your bare neck — And I don’t see a problem with it. — You and your stubbornness — you whispered, feeling yourself slowly fall under his spell as his tongue licked your skin. Just as Susanoo thought as he squeezed your buttocks hard. Maybe a little too hard. You moaned, but the slight pain jolted your senses awake. You stopped a kiss, pushing Susanoo away. He watched in surprise as you covered your breasts and reached for your sketchbook. — You’re late — you announced, sitting up straight next to him — And I have to finish my sketch — you pointed at your sketch of him. — No, no, girl — Susanoo said in a voice that brooked no objections — You have to finish me. The real one, over here — he took your sketchbook and threw it away. You huffed at his demanding tone, but didn’t oppose when Susanoo pulled you to him once again.

Hermes

Since the beginning, you two always talk about art. Hermes was known for his musical abilities basically throughout the universe. You two have a special place for art in hearts.

Hermes likes to talk to you about painting, but he is quite demanding. Art is subjective, but don’t you think he wouldn’t notice if you get sloppy painting some particular part you don’t like. Oh, yes, Oh, yes, he’s gonna point that out.

If you don’t paint for some time, he notices it and asks you about the reason behind it. He encourages you for keep trying, especially if you feel stuck and lack motivation.

I feel like if you try hard enough, you could convince him to draw with you. Hermes would expect some kind of tutorial from you, but after his first work it turns out that he has experience and was just playing along.

Hermes doesn’t have favourite type of painting, because he believes that everything can positively surprise him, but he really enjoy seeing first raw sketch of your work and then its final version, for comparisons.

Sketch it as much as you want, at any moment and how you see fit. Hermes doesn’t mind being watched, in fact he really likes feeling your eyes on him.

Your favourite place to relax was the garden at Olympus in the morning, when everyone was busy with their duties or hadn't even started their day yet. You sat on a bench surrounded by perfectly trimmed hedges and trees, and the silence disturbed only by chirping of birds and the occasional wind whistling. You turned yourself off. Perhaps you shouldn’t. Otherwise, you would have notice earlier that someone appeared next to you. — That looks good — said Hermes in his flawless butler uniform. — I-I-I was just-! It’s… — you hid your sketchbook behind your back, feeling how you cheeks got warm. — A very good sketch of naked me — Hermes finished the sentence for you with a playful smile. You gave in to that smile, and burst out laughing. — Okay, you got me — you tucked your hair behind your ear — I was just practising silhouettes, and then I thought about you and… — you shrugged, embarrassed. — Well I supposed it’s my fault. I've been very absent lately, haven't I? Hermes sat down next to you. — You… aren’t you busy now? — you asked, a bit surprised, because you didn't remember the last morning you spent together. — I’m, but who would I be if I couldn't manage dozen or so minutes for you, y/n? — he smiled again, but this time it was a rare kind of smile that Hermes almost never presented. A genuine smile that wasn't the result of politeness or manners. — May I see the rest of it? — he asked. Without thinking, you handed over sketchbook to Hermes. It’s foolish of you to assume that he only wanted to see your unfinished work. — D-don’t! — you said, but it was too late. Hermes started to leaf through every sketch you had ever drew, including the inappropriate ones. And there was a whole lot of him there. You’ve shown him some of them before, but not every single one. After all, you didn’t want him to know this side of you… too well. It wasn’t lady like. — Well… — Hermes’ voice sounded as polite as always — It seems I’ve neglected you very much. Your cheeks burned to the core and Hermes clearly enjoyed that sight. His red eyes sparkled with joy, and if you weren’t so embarrassed you might have hit him for it. — I think you did… — you found yourself saying. You bit your lower lip. — Eh, what can I say? It’s all your fault! You’re such a good model — you shrugged, trying not to smile too broadly — My hands just want to draw you! Hermes stared at you for a moment. If you didn’t know him, you’d probably assume he was thinking of some sort of riposte, but years of being together had taught you that the only thing that could match his practiced politeness was his sharp mind. To your surprise, Hermes took your hand and started massaging it gently, the fabric of his glove was warm and soft. He caressed your fingers, touched your wrist, even checked your pulse for a moment. There was something very relaxing and natural about his moves, because for a moment you forgot how busy he was and that he would have to return to his duties soon. — Have I mentioned that my favourite part of your body are hands? — he asked you after a long silence. You shook your head in denial, which encouraged him to expand his thoughts — It’s not just the matter of these graceful fingers. Nor is it a matter of what you can create with them. I feel I adore them so, because whenever I’m bored with duties, I find solace in fantasizing about how these hands will take care of me later. Your eyes met again and you could have sworn you saw something rare in his pupils, but it was quickly hidden behind Hermes' playful nature. He stood up. — Well, I should get back to my duties now — he adjusted the flaps of his jacket — Please, dear, keep these sketches to yourself, because they’re very accurate — he winked.

[telvess]

Am I the only one who is annoyed that these two don't interact with each other?

They both won their rounds and now are glued to their partners for no reason. I get that they avoided death with Sasaki and Jack, it brought them closer together etc., but still Hrist and Hlokk are sisters!

I just want to see Hrist drinking tea in Hlokka's lovely room…

... and them checking on Alvitr. The authors are lazy for showing that only Goll and Brünhilde care about her.

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they put some real effort to erase him from history