A̶ D̶ᴇ̶s̶ᴘ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ᴀ̶ᴅ̶ᴏ̶

things are still really tough for me right now, so i’m going to change and extend my semi-hiatus to a hiatus until friday 5.15.  i’m still getting things together and ready on the new blog as well, so i’m not responding to threads here until i get that ready to go.  i just need to get 3 more muses profiles up, and to make sure things are cohesive and such, but i’m just having a hard time with motivation and energy right now.

i’ll still be on d!scord if anyone needs me.  i probably won’t be up for in-depth plotting or starting threads there, but if you wanna throw something at me idea wise, just let me know.

                 he’d been walking with daejung around the territory, selene happily trotting with the god on her back. it had been a while since she’d carried another on her back since andras grew far too tall and heavy for her to carry around. etoile was on the other side of the god, a barrier in case he seemed to lose balance or was growing sore from the bouncing and he had an easy way of getting down. citizens of his territory greeted him and stared at the solar’s company, though andras was polite in bowing his head towards others. he didn’t mind if they stared and were curious, daejung was beautiful and he deserved to be adored. 

                 his heterochromatic eyes blinked feeling a small kiss to his cheek. he then turned his attention to his lover, a small grin forming on his tan lips. ‘ what? are you trying to make me loosen up in front of my people? ’ he crooned. he tipped his head up to press a warm peck to daejung’s jaw as they walked. ‘ or, are you being a little proud being a little taller for me than once? ’ 

it was odd.  a welcoming kind of odd.  but still odd for the god to be taller than his lover, even if it’s because of selene’s assistance of gladly allowing him to ride on her back.  the first time he had done it, it felt odd, he was worried of harming the hound despite how small he is in this state, but when she would come over to him, head nudging at him and nearly forcing him onto her back, he grew to enjoy it.  those around stared at him, the heat rising to his cheeks, and there was a sense of jealousy at how everyone seemed to graciously greet his lover and turn cold eyes to him.  but it wasn’t jealousy over the looks he was given--it was over the attention andras was receiving.  the god felt possessive for once, fingers tightening against the makeshift reigns he holds before he’s leaning over with little regard to the possibility of himself falling off just to place a kiss at andras’s cheek.

it gained attention, enough to make the god smile and ease that pit in his stomach that seemed to empty with the kiss to his jaw.  without realizing, he’s letting go of the strips of leather with one hand, fingers reaching for his lover’s hand to hold it as they made their way through the territory.  it was silly of him when he thinks about why he was jealous.  he was the one making andras smile, receiving his undivided attention and affection, and the cool metal around his neck reminded him of that each time selene took a step.

                 ‘ … i hate you so much right now, ’ he muttered as a snicker squeezed between his lips. his hands reached and covered his mouth, damning himself for even giving a positive response. he hated these jokes, these puns. he heard them enough with certain demons — especially parents of even more heathens they created. 

                 a shaky sigh escaped him as andras attempted to calm down. he rested his elbows on his knees, that had been brought to his chest ever since he’d picked up his book. his hands then clasped together, pressed against his pursed lips and he then glanced down towards his mate — like he hadn’t just been laughing a second ago. 

                 ‘ that joke was awful. ’

there’s a smile curling at his lips, toothy as it squints his eyes shut when he hears how andras laughed just that tiny bit at his joke.  his chin rests against his lover’s leg, eyes finding the way he’s trying to hide the evidence of how he laughed, and daejung can’t help himself but to untangle from his leg; the god’s hands reaching to rest at his thighs that he’s more than comfortable to lean his head against.

“but you laughed.”  it’s all that matters to him.  to think months before that the mere thought of his lover laughing would seem to be impossible, and now, he’s able to make him laugh so easily with such a simple joke has him giddy and wanting to try again--to hear more of that laughter that fills him with his own.

— @accxlades​ sent in “you can have half” for cassidy & jihun 

“ are you sure? forreal? " 

oh he’s all but drooling, teeth digging into his lower lip as eyes the size of saucers remain fixated on a decadent slice of marble cheesecake. vague memories from childhood nag at the back of his mind, of birthdays where he was treated like a little prince even if it was only for that night’s dessert and nothing else. he hasn’t been able to afford a decent slice of proper cheesecake at all since he’s come to korea, though he has lingered in restaurant fronts when he sees it on their menu. 

cassidy looks to jihun, still unsure despite the surging desire to just devour his offered half tugging at his insides. 

" you bought it for yourself, didn’t you? i don’t wanna just eat it. ”

the god can’t help the way he smiles at how cassidy seems to eye his cake; the way his eyes light up, and jihun is quick to stand--at least as quick as he can, to hobble his way back into the kitchen for another fork.  he keeps his leg on during the day, giving himself stability and mobility, but he forgoes the need for his arm, grimacing at the way it chafes his skin and digs into his shoulder and sides.

it’s not unlike the god doesn’t have more cheesecake in his fridge, but he finds the thought of the two sharing a piece much more favorable given the way he’s so sensitive to sweets.  it’s with a muffled sigh, though not of exasperation, from the fork held between his teeth that he sits himself back onto the couch, eyes glancing at the other.