Time&Regret

Victor Okiro/Kronos/28? “Time waits for no one.”

[luckyhermes]

timenregret​:

Viktor laughed at the exhausted look on the other’s face, the grin on his lips large and his presence growing bigger and bigger the happier he became. Framed by the light of the dying sun he looked godlike, almost unapproachable, if it wasn’t for his golden eyes beckoning anyone-everyone to come closer.

“I have a way with animals- and plants, they’ve always trusted me. Funny story, the other professors here call me the god of gardening, I take it as a compliment.” He arched a brow, “I’m Viktor a professor here on campus, I teach biology and mythology- Do people not usually help you? Are you everyone’s errand boy?- You know, you shouldn’t let people walk all over you.”

hermes’ eyes widened softly as the sun caught the other just right. he shouldn’t have questioned it. of course he knew who this was and it terrified him a bit. “oh um… so i guess i’m intruding, aren’t i?” he chuckled gently, not wanting to find out if the other still had their god powers. “viktor… how nice to meet you. and if we’re being honest here, i’m usually causing the trouble, most people don’t like to help in any regard.”

[timenregret]

“No, no, no” he shook his head with each reply. Shifting the goat to cradle it in one arm like a rowdy toddler he pat Hermes back with the other, “Not intruding at all. If I didn’t want to help I would have watched from my garden and laughed- I’m kidding, I wouldn’t have done that, that was rude.” He furrowed his brow and he yanked his hand back to his side, suddenly filled with doubt- a doubt he would have never felt as Kronos. But Kronos was gone, replaced by a man who seemed to fear the world around him. For anyone that knew who he used to be this was pitiful. “It’s nice to meet you too…uh, I apologize, I never asked your name? But I think the fates brought us together for a reason, you need a buddy, I’m your guy!”

[missmnemosyne]

timenregret​:

He took a hesitant step forward, and then another to close the gap, placing the book in her hands. For a second their fingertips brushed together and he pulled away quickly with a shocked gasp. A flash of memories, a moment of recognization, but they died quickly, overshadowed by the need to forget.

“Um,” he could no longer remember what he was doing there, did he know this woman? One moment he was sure he did the other he thought she was a stranger, “The book?” Right! The book. “You probably paid a lot for it- Look, I hope I’m not crossing any boundaries but have we met before?”

-

There was a word that immediately sprung onto her tongue once their fingers accidentally touched. A word she almost uttered but she knew that she shouldn’t. The outcomes of doing so never seemed desirable. She kept a firm hold on the book while her eyes began to sting with tears that she refused to let shed.

Mnemosyne glanced down to the book in her hand and then back at the person in front of her. The person who is supposed to be none other than Kronos. Her father. Her true father. 

“You…” She whispered with the corners of her mouth narrowing down. Her eyes darted across the unfamiliar features of his face as she searched for the correct words to say. “…I wish that I’d never met you.” She said the harsh words in such a soft voice. 

[timenregret]

“Uuh-“ he was at a complete loss for words. Sure, he did ask her if they had met before, but he had expected it to be a fake memory or some false deja vu, not an onslaught of insults. Was he forgetting something- he must have been? Had they been on a nasty date before? Did he fail her in his classes? Did she think he was trying to steal her book?- No, of course not…maybe, “I don’t…understand- I’m sorry. I’m not trying to steal from you- You have the book now, I’ll just leave.” With wide eyes and brows furrowed together he moved to turn around and walk away from the situation hoping to never have to return.

[worstnemesis]

timenregret​:

He couldn’t help but agree. He had no idea why he was here, free from the chains of the underworld but held down by a scornful gaze, perhaps Zeus had become tired of the old way of punishing him and was trying something new. “Ah, Nemesis, child of Nyx. Such a dark lady…A joke, since she’s the essences of the mortals night,” he was quiet for a moment “I prefer Tarturus over this.”

“Of course you resort to jokes. You certainly always had a way about yourself.” Perhaps Nemesis herself hadn’t gotten the true gist of who the other was fully. She, after all, defended the relevant gods, the ones who were actually worshipped, rather than Titans before her time. Yet, seeing the other was only a reminder that there was so much power out there. “I can’t help but wonder who must have brought you here then. It’s a party, you’re not usually one to show yourself around.”

[timenregret]

He didn’t have the energy to bite back at the goddess and he honestly didn’t think she was worth his time. She was a god that ruled over mortals and mortals were nothing but useless pieces of flesh therefore she held no real power. “I’m unsure. I thought I was Zeus but my darker child mentioned she would rather have me dead, but if you do find out who pulled me out of hell do tell me I want to share some unhappy words with them.”

[mountebanks]

open for all !

atlas is long past shifting underneath her burden, attempting to ease the pain. she lets the stars burn ridges into her back, silver eyes drifting shut as she hears the faraway hum of a party on olympus, the laughter.

“if you have come to gloat,” she says to her unseen visitor, every word tired & steady, “do not waste your time.”

[timenregret]

He pressed a hand against her back, maybe if he slowed time it would ease the pain in her shoulders, that was the least he could do for her. Atlas, once his right hand, his everything, and despite the war being his fault he got to meet a quick end, he received the mercy of the gods. His pride would never allow him to apologize to his children, but Atlas was different, she was worth more. “Atlas, I-…I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this.”

[hades-returns]

‘Dad.’ Hades came to a stop in front of the familiar face. ‘I thought you were dead.’ 

@timenregret​

[timenregret]

There was a small smile on Kronos’ face upon hearing Hades, it wasn’t malicious or sarcastic but purely amused, “Hades, I’d say long time no see but Tarturus answers only to you.” He slid a drink over to the god, “I’m assuming this,” he gestures to himself “Is the work of your sister. She’s a pain in my…gut.” He laughed for as long as he could before grimacing and clutching his stomach.

[worstnemesis]

timenregret​:

Kronos turned his head slowly towards the sound but couldn’t make out any of the words. He assumed it was probably an insult, no one really liked him so it was the safe bet. He opened his mouth to talk but immediately shut it, still utterly confused about why he was here- why someone would raise him out of Tartarus- and by the audacity of this goddess who would ask him a question when he barely remembered his own name.

“Who are you?”

The audacity didn’t pass her by, and yet, she remained as stoic as she could, seeing that this was a party after all, one that she seemed unable to get out of. She cocked her head slightly to get a better view of Kronos, surprised really to even see him there. And yet, she tried her best to keep her composure, despite already nearly losing it. “I suppose the better question would be you asking yourself that. Nemesis—keeping balance, making sure dues are paid and such among the mortals who dare—” She paused with an eye roll. “You’re a long ways from where you belong.”

[timenregret]

He couldn’t help but agree. He had no idea why he was here, free from the chains of the underworld but held down by a scornful gaze, perhaps Zeus had become tired of the old way of punishing him and was trying something new. “Ah, Nemesis, child of Nyx. Such a dark lady…A joke, since she’s the essences of the mortals night,” he was quiet for a moment “I prefer Tarturus over this.”

[worstnemesis]

@timenregret​ | kronos & nemesis

“Who the fuck invited you?”

[timenregret]

Kronos turned his head slowly towards the sound but couldn’t make out any of the words. He assumed it was probably an insult, no one really liked him so it was the safe bet. He opened his mouth to talk but immediately shut it, still utterly confused about why he was here- why someone would raise him out of Tartarus- and by the audacity of this goddess who would ask him a question when he barely remembered his own name.

“Who are you?”

[luckyhermes]

timenregret​:

There were perks working as a professor, the school had let Viktor use a little plot of land to create his very own community garden- or the dean was just happy that someone was finally tending the grass, but Viktor liked to think positively. Perhaps that was why he didn’t spiral into a complete panic when a friendly little goat wandered into his cucumbers and began munching on the leaves.

With goat bundled in his arms like a happy little baby he carefully approached the screaming man, tilting his head and flashing a soft smile, “Hi, do you need help- I know this isn’t your fault but if we worked together I’m sure we could clean up the evidence- I mean mess, quickly.”

hermes looked at the goat in the other’s arms, staring at it like it hurt him. “how did you pick him up so easily? every time i tried, he bleeped at me and tried to nibble on my fingers. it wasn’t fun,” he grumbled, looking at the now eaten vegatables. “you’re willing to help clean this up? who even are you?”

[timenregret]

Viktor laughed at the exhausted look on the other’s face, the grin on his lips large and his presence growing bigger and bigger the happier he became. Framed by the light of the dying sun he looked godlike, almost unapproachable, if it wasn’t for his golden eyes beckoning anyone-everyone to come closer.

“I have a way with animals- and plants, they’ve always trusted me. Funny story, the other professors here call me the god of gardening, I take it as a compliment.” He arched a brow, “I’m Viktor a professor here on campus, I teach biology and mythology- Do people not usually help you? Are you everyone’s errand boy?- You know, you shouldn’t let people walk all over you.”

[missmnemosyne]

timenregret​:

He hadn’t meant to creepy, really! He didn’t make it a habit to follow around people staring at them like some crazed stalker, it was simply a coincidence that he came across a lonely book sitting out in the open. He would by lying if he said it didn’t bring him to tears thinking about how it’s probably missing all it’s book brothers and sisters.

He practically leapt out of his skin when he was caught and he took a large step backwards holding the book tightly against his chest, “I- I think you dropped one of your books and I picked it up. I thought it- you might be sad if you weren’t able to read it.”

-

She glanced up and down at the stranger with a questioning look before she held her chin up with her shoulders level and square.

“One of my books dropped?” Mnemosyne repeated. With furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, she stretched a hand out to the stranger. “Let me take a look at it.”

[timenregret]

He took a hesitant step forward, and then another to close the gap, placing the book in her hands. For a second their fingertips brushed together and he pulled away quickly with a shocked gasp. A flash of memories, a moment of recognization, but they died quickly, overshadowed by the need to forget.

“Um,” he could no longer remember what he was doing there, did he know this woman? One moment he was sure he did the other he thought she was a stranger, “The book?” Right! The book. “You probably paid a lot for it- Look, I hope I’m not crossing any boundaries but have we met before?”

[timenregret]

⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all?

TW: Death, Blood, Gore

Viktor has nightmares about being ripped down the middle, golden blood pooling around him. He can feel how the dullness of the rusty sickle makes jagged cuts in his skin and scrapes against bones. The person above him laughing manically- but he knows he deserves that cruelness- and the only thoughts swimming in his head are how he shouldn’t have listened to her, how he should have been better. Yes, he thinks about death a lot because time won’t let him forget it.

[timenregret]

⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time?

Kronos, being the titan of time, never payed attention to how fast or slow they did things since they could easily expedite the process with a flick of their wrist. Though, they preferred to have what they wanted as soon as possible.

Viktor on the other hand is acutely aware of how time passes by him. Being an anxious person he tends to do things quickly so it’s one less thing to worry about, but he finds that when he’s stressed time is agonizingly slow and when he’s in a good mood it goes quickly. He wishes it would flip.

[missmnemosyne]

open starter

Mnemosyne strolled through the agora with a tote bag filled with newly purchased used books until she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She suddenly stopped in her tracks and arched a brow.

“Is there a problem?” She asked the person in question as she lifted her black sunglasses, pushing them into her hair.

[timenregret]

He hadn’t meant to creepy, really! He didn’t make it a habit to follow around people staring at them like some crazed stalker, it was simply a coincidence that he came across a lonely book sitting out in the open. He would by lying if he said it didn’t bring him to tears thinking about how it’s probably missing all it’s book brothers and sisters.

He practically leapt out of his skin when he was caught and he took a large step backwards holding the book tightly against his chest, “I- I think you dropped one of your books and I picked it up. I thought it- you might be sad if you weren’t able to read it.”

[assortedrpmemes]

Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

[luckyhermes]

“that was not my fault!” hermes cried out, moving out of the way of animal that moved past his feet. “i had nothing to do with this, it’s not my mess and i’m not cleaning it up! for once, i did not let the animals out of their cages!”

[timenregret]

There were perks working as a professor, the school had let Viktor use a little plot of land to create his very own community garden- or the dean was just happy that someone was finally tending the grass, but Viktor liked to think positively. Perhaps that was why he didn’t spiral into a complete panic when a friendly little goat wandered into his cucumbers and began munching on the leaves.

With goat bundled in his arms like a happy little baby he carefully approached the screaming man, tilting his head and flashing a soft smile, “Hi, do you need help- I know this isn’t your fault but if we worked together I’m sure we could clean up the evidence- I mean mess, quickly.”

[timenregret]

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