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worstnemesis​:

Burying her face into his chest, she took him in at every moment, breathing in his scent and taking her time to calm herself down. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing real about the nightmare, and yet everything felt entirely too vivid for her own good. Still, as she finally felt him pull back, she looked to him to hear him out, grasping onto him as if he would disappear if she let go. “You have?” It was less of a question and more of a commentary on their own psyches. Were they meant to be seeing the same things? What did it all mean? And perhaps there was too many clues hidden in the actual imagery that had been described. At his words of comfort, she nodded slowly, following him inside with an arm wrapped around his, again, afraid to think about letting him go. “I’d like that. Thank you Tartarus.”

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Tartarus felt the remnants of the dream lingering in his head; it was a horrible dream, which had felt more real than he had ever felt before. When he woke up, he had to check the world outside to make sure it wasn’t all real. He looked down at her, watching the questions rush behind her eyes. He wished he had answers, but none would come tonight; the two needed to speak to the oracle, or, if they dared, the fates. But that was a discussion for the morning; for now, he had to make sure she was okay. He pulled her closer as she wrapped an arm around him, and lead her towards the kitchen. He sat her down on the bar stool, and then moved to put the kettle on. Only then did he notice that his torso was bare; he looked up at her with shock in his eyes, they had not seen each other without clothes. ‘I’m sorry... I didn’t know...’ He tried to cover up his chest, feeling the embarrassment of his nakedness in the wrong situation. 

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ofgrcveyards​:

      Nyx knew all too well of the abyss . Darkness also engulfed it after all . Yet fortunately for the goddess of night she was always accompanied by one of her children . Never truly alone . Yet despite it , she never touched so easily either . Thus his action was never viewed badly of him . For nyx while she never turns away from it , only those she deemed worthy were ever allowed to touch her and she touch them . “–Good , I would hate to make you wait .” She nodded as they started their walk . “ I have been a bit busy … Still looking for him .” Which part of nyx always hoped that maybe because she couldn’t find him or feel him near was because the curse never touched erebus . she dreaded the thought of him forgetting . “ How about yourself?” 

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The darkness was all Tartarus had had during his time in the Underworld, but since he’d become mortal there had been an entire world for him to exist in. However, even though the daylight was a gift he’d been given, he still only truly felt comfortable in the darkness. And in the darkness was Nyx; the two of them were an unlikely friendship, but one that he’d grown to cherish. ‘How is the search going?’ Tartarus knew that Nyx had been looking for Erebus, not to mention all of her children. ‘Nemesis and I had dinner the other night. It was... more than I could’ve hoped for.’ It had been stange talking to Nyx about how he’d been looking for her daughter, but he hadn’t been able to hide his feelings for long. ‘A few patients today were deeply troubled, but I will persist. Hopefully they won’t be so lost forever.’ 

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worstnemesis​:

It didn’t take long to get over there, after dredging herself out of bed and into a long coat to trek to his place in the middle of the night. While she had been shivering from the nightmares before, shaken up beyond belief of her own mystified fate, the shivering only picked up once at his doorstep from the cool air as she held herself close, nothing but a night slip under her coat. “Anything but okay.” She longed for him, looking to him with deceptive doe eyes that had led to her tear-stained cheeks upon first waking up. “I…I didn’t know who to go to at this hour, but it was awful Tar…everything…the ruin of humanity itself.” And without much thought, she leaned into him, finding comfort in anything to hold onto.

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Since their first meeting, Tartarus and Nemesis had seen each other every chance they got. But she’d only been to his apartment once, and it was brief. And yet here she was again, standing in front of him as if she’d just seen something worse than a ghost. His brow furrowed in worry, holding her close as she rushed to hug him. ‘It’s okay...’ He breathed. Tartarus listened to her speak, the worry painted clearly on his face. This was no dream, he’d had it too. ‘We... I’ve had the same dream.’ He pulled away to look down at her, cupping her face gently. His mind raced at all the things the dream could mean; maybe it was a vision of what was to come... He’d heard about Hades and his diminished mental state, but was he capable of such ruin? He shook his head, ‘Let’s not talk about it now. Come on, I’ll make some tea.’ He gestured for her to come inside of his apartment. 

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ofgrcveyards​:

      In the blessed black of the starry night nyx would always gain a fuller sense of home . The goddess when left to slumber during the day , would wake up and welcome the night to come . Despite being stuck in this mortal flesh , no matter where she was or what happened to her , the darkness and night will always be there when the day is done . “–The same can be said about yourself .” Nyx greeted him with a warm smile of her own as she approached . deciding once they met to accompany one another in their night stroll whenever they take it . “ I hope I didn’t keep you waiting .”

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Tartarus couldn’t quite remember why they’d started their walks; maybe it began when the two become mortals and missed travelling the world in the night. He certainly liked his new freedom to move as he wished; he had been too long in the abyss where no life truly lived. He stood to greet her, but touch was not his thing, so instead he just smiled. ‘Not at all. You’re perfectly on time as usual.’ He gestured for them to walk through the deserted park. ‘So, how have you been?’

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The night was a welcomed relief from the beating sun of the day; Selene was hidden tonight by a thick cloud, and, without the light of the moon, the earth was almost as dark as his abyss. The God strolled under the street lamps towards a park bench, and then sat down to wait for Nyx. The two of them had started their midnight walks a few years ago, and now it had become an event that he looked forward to. He heard her approach him and turned to face her. ‘Hello night owl.’ He said with a warm smile on his face.

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Tartarus lay on his bed, reading over some patient records, his eyes moving along the pages as sleep evaded him yet again. He thought he would grow tired eventually after some time of little sleep, but it seemed that even in a mortal form the God stayed awake. A knock at the door drew his attention away from his papers. His brow furrowed as he hadn’t expected guests, but thought it might be a neighbour who needed something. He rose from the bed and moved towards the door, opening it to see the face that made his heard race. ‘Nemesis... What are... Are you okay?’

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thehoundof​:

           “Who doesn’t want to get rid of Zeus? She’s kind of a self-righteous shit, doesn’t mean anyone would actually do it, we’re not idiots,” except that in Cerberus’ mind Hades had every right to claim what Zeus had and used to simply fuck her way through the years, giving nothing to the Gods but trauma. “Hades just wants Persephone to have her memories back,” she insisted, figuring that was not really a lie so much as a half-truth. He wanted Persephone to have her memories back, and he wanted to strike Zeus down. “What else have the apparently gossipy shadows told you?”

          His question gave her pause, as a name or two came to mind, but one quite specifically, one she knew she was being dumber than she ever would have allowed herself to be in the past for acknowledging internally. “Maybe I care for you, you’re one of us. I want our Underworld back, Tartarus, I don’t like it here,” she admitted because while she wish she wasn’t she knew Narcissus, or Ambrose as she’d been forced to call him, was making her weak. It seemed safer to admit a weakness people knew she had, one that had plagued her since the curse. Zeus wanted Hades throne, but Cerberus just wanted to go home and be herself again. “You won’t answer me though, clearly.”

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Tartarus chuckled as she spoke, ‘I’m not sure everyone is as ready to stand behind Hades as you are.’ His words were tentative, but he was resolute in what he was saying. Hades was a wild card; he represented everything that the Gods feared: disorder. He was a change that many would deny even if he was in power. Tartarus himself wasn’t sure on which side he would fall; perhaps he would stray from the darkness under a new regime, but the war would be a bloody one no matter the outcome. Too many lives would be lost, and Tartarus hoped that Hades knew of the blood that would stain his hands. ‘Well, I’ve heard that he also plans to confront the fates.’ The rumours were just whispers, but there was some truth to it and he knew that. ‘What does Hades intend to offer them as an exchange for the curse to be lifted?’

You’re one of us... The words filled his head, drilling holes in the walls he’d always held up too high for others to reach. He was one of them, but he was different. His home was the darkness, a place deeper than The Underworld she called home. He was a warden, guarding prisoners away from the delicate eyes of Olympus. ‘I know. I miss home too.’ He mused, more to himself than to her; the dark was uncomplicated, this world was filled with a type of darkness he’d never known. ‘Okay. I will answer you clearly.  I care for everyone and no one at the same time. People hide their pain in me, and I foster them until they are ready to return to the light. I cannot care truly for those who always leave in the end.’ 

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deliciaedilecti​:

 she didn’t dare admit she missed the days when gods and humans were more separate and that if a human wandered to far from it’s group it’d see the world beyond theirs but now humans were everywhere. no one could get away from them. “a naiad… i was once but i’m just a nymph now, in fact i think my river has been claimed by another.” she attempted a dry laugh with her words, she’d died of course someone else came along and took it as their own. “you and i both… are you a god then? it’s athens, this is the last place any of us have to go, unless you could the great mountains where i think most of the cyclops’s have hidden away in, the humans call them big foots now.” 

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Tartarus smiled at her as she revealed who she was, or rather what she was. ‘I’ve never seen one of your kind up close...’ He marvelled at her for a moment; she was incredibly beautiful, but not as humans were. She had an otherness about her that was absolutely remarkable. ‘I am a god, yes. I am Tartarus; I’m not sure if you would’ve heard of me... I was rather kept in the darkness.’ He chuckled as she continued; the thought of humans and their conspiracies were amusing, but even more so when they could be true. ‘How many others have you met? Gods? Creatures?’ He was interested in hearing just who she had met. 

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theirismessages​:

“Well then we are two peas in an endless pond.” They said with a little hum. There was comfort in the routin he had with the other. It felt like they had been doing it forever, and they could continue doing so. I mean the way they would deep dive into topics, loosing time really was astounding. If only Willow knew they turly had been doing it for centuries. “Oh dear, that must really be hard to think on outside of work as well. my week was truly interesting as well! I had the nicest little women come in the other day and we had the longest of talks.”

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‘I agree, we are.’ His tone was gentle towards the other. They could not be more different. And yet, they were more alike than someone would assume. Iris’ beautiful rainbow so often touched the darkness of Tartarus’ abyss; the Gods would meet at that point, a gentle stroll shared between the two, and a conversation about how the world worked. It was not unlike they did now; Tartarus was sure that it might have seemed strange to the memory-less God at the beginning, but they seemed to quite enjoy it now. ‘You did? And what did you talk about? If I may ask.’

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deliciaedilecti​:

a soft sigh passed, the feeling of the other couple slowly disappearing as they walked away. when safe she stepped away just as he did, a thankful smile flashed his way. “thank you for going with that. people are so weird now of days.” daphne couldn’t deny they’ve always been weird but the last century held a new peak of interesting. so much power at their hands and the technology was interesting yet they didn’t excel in the most basic ways. his question earned a slight brow raise, had the nymph met him before? certainly wasn’t apollo. “probably in another life, im daphne.”

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Tartarus smiled, ‘It’s alright.’ He said before adding, ‘I agree. They certainly aren’t how they used to be.’ As he spoke, he realised how strange he would sound, but hoped that the woman would not stop to question his words. He took her in for a moment; she looked familiar, but not in the particulars: in form. She was not human. ‘Daphne... You’re a naiad.’ He stated, rather proud that he could still tell the difference between mortals and godly creatures. ‘I haven’t seen your kind in years. I thought you were all gone.’ Tartarus grinned for a moment, then his grin faded. ‘If you’re here... Then it’s not just Gods... Other creatures must be here too.’

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worstnemesis​:

The idea of being this close to him, still a table apart, but so very near had quite the affect on her, a moment of gazing turned into memorizing every inch of his face before she could even realize it. She nodded softly, only able to do so much. “Here you are though.” Even when the curse began, never did she think this would have been possible. They were gods among mortals, and yet, this was beyond her capacity to understand. “Shhhh.” She muttered then, after his words came along, as if they weren’t in a decent enough place. “Anywhere with you and I would be comfortable.” Nemesis tried to ease his worries, despite having her own. “The darkness has always suited you, hasn’t it?” Picking up the moment was something she felt inside of her, still in a decent amount of shock herself, and yet, his compliments undid all of that. “And you’ve become something I could never dare to dream. You’re perfect.” It all felt like childhood games, and yet it felt entirely real. “I’ve been trying to find others…I woke up in such a state of…loneliness, and it seems that finding the solution is my only goal now. And you? You’ve been doing well yourself?”

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It felt as if every moment in the darkness was leading up to this; this... A moment of bliss where they would be together, where all the years waiting would cease. He would not trade this for anything else in the world. There was not much he wouldn’t give up for a few moments with her. He knew that he was blushing at her comment; imagine that... the abyss blushing. It was quite a sight if ever there was one. ‘I’m not perfect. I have far too many cracks.’ He shook his head. ‘But when I look at you... I see perfection in the broken bits. Like kintsugi.’ Tartarus grinned at her as a young boy on Christmas day. His smile faded, however, as she continued to speak. It was a horrible thought: thinking she was lonely. But he understood the feeling. ‘There was loneliness.. Before... I can’t seem to find a moment alone with all these mortals around.’ He tried to lighten the mood, but was serious again after. ‘Do you think you’ll find a solution? I’ve heard that Hades is also looking... Have you two reconciled and joined forces?’ The thought of the two of them left a slight bitter taste in his, and he wasn’t sure why. His brow furrowed, ‘Shall we leave here and go for a walk rather?’ He asked. ‘I hate being indoors on such a beautiful night.’

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apategrace​:

After her conversation with her sister, Apate knew that she couldn’t waste any time in finding supporters. Dressed in simple heels and a classic little black dress, she walked across the room towards Tartarus. She wasn’t sure if he remembered. It was a question that was quickly settled though when he spoke. She smiled back, red lips slightly glittery in the dim light. “Not being in an abyss suits you,” she replied, “Have you been enjoying yourself on this side of the living?” 

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Tartarus gestured for her to sit down opposite him, pouring her a glass of red wine as he placed his book down and out of sight. He assumed that she drank; he wasn’t sure he’d met any of the Gods that remembered but didn’t drink. He chuckled as she spoke, finding the comment quite endearing. ‘It’s been different.’ He said simply, placing the bottle down once her glass was poured. ‘My practice has become quite successful.’ He added before turning his attention towards her. ‘You seem to be doing well for yourself.’

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thehoundof​:

            “What have you heard? Or is it under doctor patient confidentiality?” Cerberus asked, a little mocking to his mortal career path but mostly hopeful there wasn’t more being whispered about Hades than she knew of. Hades was certainly one of the Gods most spoke of, he had a reputation, one he maintained but was rarely fully accurate. And Tartarus’ observations were not in the least inaccurate, she was fiercely loyal, to a fault, usually to the point she was faltering herself in a way Hades would never ask of her. “Because you didn’t answer me. But maybe I’m wrong, maybe you do.” Certainly she presumed there was only one person who cared for her.

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Tartarus chuckled at the pointedness of the questions, the mockery not lost on him. ‘I’ve heard that he wants to overthrow Zeus.’ He said quite simply, although the subject matter was far more delicate and complicated than his tone let on. ‘And no, this isn’t violating patient confidentiality. It’s just talk that I’ve heard here and there. It’s a wonder what you here from the shadows.’ He saw the recognition of truth on her features; she was far more expressive as a human. There was a deeper pain to her words, something residuel that displayed on her face. ‘I do care for some. Do you? Beyond Hades, of course.’

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‘Hermes.’ Tartarus noticed the God from across the street, and quickly made his way towards him. It had been too long since he’d seen a familiar face, and it was a joy to see Hermes. He approached quickly, and followed his call quickly with: ‘I’ve heard your memories are still intact.’ He grinned. 

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thriveonconflict​:

There was nothing in Aaron’s expression that would say that he found any of this bothersome, even though he did. The permanent stone face he sported was unmoving save for his mouth when he spoke. “Productive.” Was all he’d divulged, ever a difficult material to work with for any professional.

“Do you do house visits?” That would’ve been the only hint that he was bothered by not being able to hold a session with his usual therapist. Aaron’s schedule was tight and house visits made things easier. The fact that he had to go out for a session cost him more money than the fee itself. But he hadn’t let his thoughts show, elbows reposed casually on the armrests of the comfortable chair he sat on.

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Tartarus almost laughed as Ares responded; his features were almost made of stone as he answered. It was slightly amusing to see the God act with such reserve. He couldn’t imagine that talking was his strong suit, fighting seemed more appropriate. ‘Good.’ He answered, nodding his head. ‘How was it productive?’ He asked, prying slightly although he guessed that it would get him nowhere fast. There was a hint of something when the God next spoke, and Tartarus took the opportunity. ‘I can. Is being here making you uncomfortable?’ He asked, taking in Ares well built form within his slightly too small chairs. ‘I am happy to make a house visit for our next session; tell me, where do you live?’ It was a simple question, but it would tell Tartarus a little more about the tight-lipped man. 

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thehoundof​:

         “He is without his love, of course he is miserable, she was his only happiness,” Cerberus responded, the scent of his cigarette hanging in the air, causing her nostrils to pull in as though to block some of it. She’d never say she didn’t like it, not out loud. In Cerberus’ mind her own loyalty and affection could not possibly bring Hades any true kind of joy, he was a God, he needed more. “I don’t imagine you actually worry about him the way I do.” There was a pause as her eyes - a brilliant blue shade the waters of the Underworld could be only under the right light - turned to look his way. “Do you even worry about anyone?”

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Tartarus listened, nodding his head before extinguishing his cigarette. ‘He was always a bit miserable in the springtime, I can only imagine his pain now.’ His gentle tone melted between the two in Selene’s moonlight. He considered her statement for a moment before answering, ‘I worry for the sake of Olympus what he does. I’ve heard things that have made me uneasy, but no. I do not worry about him as you do.’ He turned towards her, offering a reassuring smile. Cerberus was fiercely loyal, almost to a fault. But so was Hades to her.  He wondered what they would be without each other; it was an unhappy musing. ‘What makes you think I don’t?’ 

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He sat across from Deimos, holding a pen and pad in his hands. He didn’t use it, having a tape recorder placed in a drawer, but sometimes it made his first time patients feel more comfortable. In his previous life, he would never have had the chance to speak to the personification of terror, and he marvelled at how the curse had changed everything. ‘Tell me about your anxiety.’