#vulpe-mp

[huahuaxmp]

Dream-Escape

plot w/ @vulpe-mp

- POV 2 - 

There was never a moment Huachang slipped willingly into a crowded place just tot take in the sights or ever to explore but for some reason the festival that befell the second day of his arrival he attempted to attend. To find someone he was looking for, the curiously gaze at the strange and random things every stand held. Of course it didn’t mean he was comfortable, in fact Huachang did everything he could to avoid any large masses of people as he wandered, slipping around like a little snake made of grace only approaching booths with little to no occupancy..it was extra work but it was better than triggering himself. Yes the food smelled good, a booth far off was selling a treat he loved and many of the pretty things he was were of interest but it was the music that drew him deeper. The sounds of traditional music was thick in the air overshadowing the modern blares over far off speakers. There was nothing that could match the way old fashioned music made him feel, like he could dance without a single care in the world, like nothing bad could ever touch him again. In reality Huachang was shy dancing in front of others, in front of anyone, only his previous instructor had seen him perform in private outside his stages. On stage he could listen to the music, feel it, and let go like there was no one but him in the theatre.. and that is what happened here.  Suddenly his eyes were closed, body swaying back and forth only a little at first until his arms were lifting with the way the strings vibrated up from the ground and into his limbs pushing them to move. Huachang was thrust into his own little dream where only he existed and the world around him melted away as he began to dance with so much elegance in his movements people would think it unreal. Every step was filled with grace, his body moving with the likeness of flowing water down a stream, every twirl like a leaf fluttering gentle through the wind he was a garden of fluidity which was only made more mesmerizing by the robes he wore. Traditional dance in traditional hanfu, Huwchang didn’t dress up to perform but genuinely loved the past wears of his heritage, out of respect and comfort it was just something he wore. Without knowing or meaning to Huachang had become an unplanned attraction at the festival, a spectacle of beauty and wonder, crowds forming around him to observe the performance before them completely captivated by it.  The break of dream to reality came when the music slowed to a stop and a sudden eruption of applause boomed through, whistling and cheers. Jumping from the sudden sounds Huachang’s hands rushed to his ears overstimulated and bothered by the sudden loud sounds directed to him. The crowd was thick, the anxieties in his chest swelling and he fled without hesitation leaving everyone confused but he didn’t care. Huachang rushed and even in his rush to get away his steps were pretty, graceful, carrying him like a feather to hide behind a large willow tree. He stood there a while, breathing in and out with his hands still secure over his ears. 

[azazel-mp]

Sugar Baby

with @vulpe-mp

Azazel wasn't exactly the most social person, or the most likable, or the easiet to get along with. The demigod was quiet and often kept to himself but when he did talk it was brute honesty and straight to the point small talk with no room to push for details or extra words. Azazel didn't have the time or the urge to make it be just wanted to save money and do art. Today he was sketching again, sitting in the same bench outside the tattoo shop he had started to occupy sighing because he was hungry but he knew he didn't have the fund. Never had the funds. It would all disappear so quickly with bills and other needs. Pulling out his phone he sighs staring at several things of food deciding maybe it was fine he didn't eat today, again. It was late, things would start to close soon anyway it wasn't worth getting up.

Still just to post he posted a photo of his art on his blog for tattoos deciding to post at the top of it he was tired of never having enough funds for anything but at least art was free. Azazel cringed at himself wanting to delete it but maybe later, he was lazy, tired, hungry and just wanted to draw to keep distracted from it all.

[mpxalexander]

Lost and Found

a starter based on a SNS interaction for the savior @vulpe-mp

There were times throughout his journey, when Alexander completely forgot where he was headed in the first place. But at this point, this kind of question wouldn’t have a chance to settle in his mind when the answer was so clear. All he wanted to do was to get home. 

That was the challenge, though, wasn’t it? Getting home. 

In addition to being completely lost in the middle of nowhere with no civilization in sight, he only saw three cars pass by within the last hour. And all of them seemed to be headed in the direction he wanted to get away from. Not that either of them showed any intentions to pick him up or even stop to talk to him. 

He tilted his head back, allowing warm rays of sun to hit his face. It was deceptively chilly outside, and he was grateful for the good sense of his past self to put on a warmer jacket before his journey started. If only that very same past self would’ve put in just as much effort into planning his trip as he put into laying out an outfit. Maybe then he wouldn’t have gotten himself into this mess. 

A deep sigh raised his shoulders slightly when he finally looked back at the road, making sure to look both sides just in case he could see another vehicle approaching. If anyone came by, Alexander would get up from his seated position on the ground to not only get a better look but also ensure he’d be seen. He certainly didn’t want to get overlooked from where he was positioned. But unfortunately for him, there was no need for him to stand. Instead, he sat with his arms resting on top of his propped up legs; mentally forcing himself to stay put. 

After all, he had clear instructions to not move an inch. And although he wasn’t a fan of rules and order, this particular occasion warranted every ounce of his discipline to pull through. Truly a grueling task for someone whose idea of relaxation would be a workout routine of his choice and a general quota of interacting with at least seven different people, or alternatively a get-together. 

When he felt the familiar buzz of his phone go off, however, his whole demeanor changed. Despite nobody being around to see him do it, Alexander’s back immediately straightened, and it was as if his entire body was on edge. 

The enthusiasm and hope of any kind of distraction made him suddenly feel alert and energized. However, when he unlocked his phone to find no notification other than the system telling him that the battery was low, it was as if his chest deflated and the weight of monotony came crushing down on him. 

“Fuck me.” A curse whispered into the wind for nobody to hear when he tried to spot any sign of life coming his way. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been waiting when a minute felt like an hour and an hour felt like an eternity, but all he could think of right now was Vulpe, his savior, coming to pick him up. Alexander just hoped he’d come sooner rather than later.

[mpyura]

Kami Sama ||

@vulpe-mp

Yura could be considered a sort of magician when it came to the thread and cloth business. She had taken the high pain tolerance, the skills of tattooing and art and took it to a whole different level. She prided herself on her skills and her hand embroidery and she had a constant client in Vulpe. They had become close when he was looking for someone to design a slutty version of the Black Swan. She had done the costume in lace and and black sequins and rhinestones. It had been a sight to behold. Tasteful, set seductive. So of course, she had become almost a constant for Vulpe.

Hearing the door to the shop open, the young woman didn't even look up from the coat she'd been working on for Arawn. The God had placed a personal order. She didn't even have to look up to see who entered because of Vulpe's familiar shoes clacking on the floor. "What brings you here, Vulpe? Another slutty costume to woo your admirers?" she asked, finally looking up from the delicate beadwork.

[mp-nathan]

[ N & Vulpe ] Amidst the Storm

@vulpe-mp

It wasn’t an unlikely meeting, really. Nathan had known that Vulpe taught at Zero to Hero, just that he didn’t go out of his way to find out when exactly. So, seeing him there when he was working out was still a pleasant surprise. 

Stares met, smiles exchanged, that was their passing until he finally caught him right in between his sets. He had managed to slip past Vulpe’s students leaving the dance studio and there didn’t seem to be people waiting outside so he assumed the other to be free, in which he then place his hand over his hip from behind and leaned to whisper.

“Seems like lady luck has graced me with her presence today, little fox,” he crooned, “how’d your classes go?”

[mp-nathan]

[ N & Vulpe ] Little Fox

@vulpe-mp

The night had went on with the festivities, and despite losing his cloak to a sunflower maiden earlier on, he seemed to fair well with the chill in the air, even with the undone doublet that exposed most of his chest.

He had seen some familiar faces in the ball. Some co-workers, new found friends, some of his clients, and new faces he hasn't seen before. Some dressed so elegantly, some taking the easy route (he doesn't blame them because he kind of did, too), there were even some who looked quite accurate to their costumes.

Though one of the people that seemed to hold his attention a bit more than others that evening was actually one of his previous clients. He wore a black tutu that looked straight out of the stage of Swan Lake and he was accompanied by a girl in a white dress. Interesting, he thought. He had considered coming up to him to say hi earlier on, but he had gotten distracted by the fleeting people around him.

It wasn't until later that their paths cross again while he was grabbing some punch for himself and he gives him a charming smile before speaking. "Want some?" he asks vaguely as he gives him a brief look as he ladled some punch into his glass. It was an invitation as he offers his glass to him.

[mpcedric]

Prosperous mishap

starter for @vulpe-mp ,

Which ever deity in charge of the weather on that particular day, it certainly seemed they favoured Cedric. Not only it was sunny to the point it felt warm to be outside for a couple of minutes, it was his day off as well. Such lovely conditions called for an outdoor jogging and the beach would the ideal location this time. Stretching on the way to the beach side, Cedric noticed the low tides, which exposed a larger rug of sand, just ideal to run along the shore without risking getting drenched. An endurance run under that amount of sunshine took a larger impact than Cedric expected as he is no longer used to intense sunlight. Feeling his body getting too warm, the man took of his shirt and placed it on his side, hanging by the  being held by his short’s waistband. 

Half-hour of contínuos jogging felt enough and Cedric took a break, solely to  cool down with the help of the sea. Carefully he wet his hands and placed them on his chest and spreading the cold water on his torso. As he was about to resume his jog, the Celt demigod noticed a peculiar man, sitting on a towel with a book in his hands but eyes locked on Cedric. Such fact made him quite confused on the reason why and the only logical reason was that this person recognised Cedric as part of MPPD and perhaps needed some help. He wanted to put his shirt on out of respect before getting closer, but the thought of a wet t-shirt made him uncomfortable, but it had to be done.

“Hi!” Cedric waved as he made his way to stand closer to the other. “I’m Cedric, nice to meet you. Do you ahm... need help with anything?” His voice was soft and Cedric smiled, trying to be as approachable as possible. Helping others was after all, his call and job even if he was on day off.

[exmpxabigail]

chit chat;

@vulpe-mp

Abigail had spent most of the night off to the side, watching people and chatting with whoever seemed willing. Admittedly, she felt a little out-of-place, attending this fancy party full of strangers - and it certainly did not help that the only being in the room she knew was the ghostly chef following her around. The only thing more awkward than being alone was having a stoic invisible friend along for the ride. But still, she was trying. And she was enjoying herself, swaying to the orchestral music in her pretty gown. What more could a girl ask for?

“It’s a... nice party, hm?” She commented to a man who had stopped just beside her, offering a warm smile that would hopefully make up for the way she stumbled slightly over the words. A month of being harassed by the Duolingo owl hadn’t done her as much good as she would have liked when it came to Korean, but she was trying her best. “Are you here alone too?”