the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and hades is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of theo james, a human born on 28 january ,1988, an aquarious and named matthew ‘matty’ chase bennet.

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trigger warnings: car accident, death, injury, coma

p.s please forgive me i haven’t done this in a minute & intro’s have never been my strong suit.

you practice resurrection every night / raising the dead under the moonlight who: @deathsrites​ where: abandoned field somewhere  when: a few days after the earthquake

the air feels heavier, days longer, spring is here— it comes with a sort of weird feeling, beside the whole earth shattering thing that happened which was so weird (the barista had looked at him as if he was crazy when he mentioned it as a weak attempt at flirting, suffices to say it didn’t work). auggie cannot recall the last time he slept so bad, but he figures it’s only gonna be in passing. sport will do him good, move his heavy limbs around to wake them up.

he’s glad matty accepted his invitation; though timid their relationship is right now, auggie cannot say he doesn’t appreciate the other man’s personality. there’s a calmness to him, that settles something in his own chaotic mind. and if the dude got him to kick a ball again well…that’s just added bonus.

he’s waiting on the field; all empty, on a less crowded side of the island, closer to matty’s, doing tricks with the ball, when movement catches his attention and the ball rolls away from him. he jogs towards the other man, eyebrows up to his hairline. “wow, you look like crap. you okay, dude?”

       When he agreed to the football match matthew didn’t take into consideration two things, spring and his damned allergies that followed the season. Of course he didn’t have any control over the random voices that had decided to make their presence known in the waking world after the weird earthquake either. He wasn’t going to cancel on auggie though, their friendship slowly becoming something meaningful to him even with his past with gigi haunting it.  Verbally groaning as a welcome to auggies presence he offers him a small shrug of his shoulders while he prepares to sneeze into his elbow. “ Spring has decided it hates me again. “ matthew grumbles out rubbing at his temples like it would eliminate the tension headache. “ I hate that you look so– “ he pauses to eye auggie. “ Peppy” 

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : paddy whack , opening hours 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 :  @deathsrites

🌱 — gigi rubbed her eyes , still trying to get out of the grogginess slump. her dreams became more and more chaotic , but the bigger issue was she was losing control. jumping from one to the other , sucking up all her energy. it was early morning and gigi didn’t dare to try to sleep again , so she freshened up and made her way to the store. it wasn’t needed , but there was still a few more hours until opening so to pass time she fixed each little knick knack’s placement. being half awake when she entered , gigi had forgotten to lock the door behind her which was why she was completely surprised when she heard the chimes of the new doorbell. she whipped her body around , picking up the nearest thing to her ( a small clock ) and held it up. her cautioned eyes were almost immediately replaced with confused ones. ‘ matthew… ’, gigi muttered. the two of them had decided to patch things up a few weeks back , but she still did everything in her power to make sure they didn’t run into each other. her blue eyes fell down to the colorful shorts with those annoying palm trees that she had once despised long ago. ‘ wha- why are you wearing that ? ’, she continued to ask questions , setting the clock down and bringing a hand to her lips to hold back laughter she knew was coming.

A  NEW  SPRING  -  dora & matthew 

          "did  i  feel  it  too?“  she  repeated.  "so  you  felt  it?  it’s  not  just  me?”

           by  this  point,  she  wasn’t  leaning  against  the  traffic  light  for  a  break,  it  was  entirely  for  support  as  the  numbness  travelled  her  body.  matty’s  immediacy  was  appreciated.  dora  looked  up  at  him  at  last. “i’m  not  okay  and  i’m  sorry  to  do  this,”  she  reached  out  before  he  could  question  her,  begging  to  feel  anything  else.  concern,  confusion,  relief.  their  skin  met  and  his  energy  felt  sturdy  by  comparison  to  the  others;  more  involuted,  thicker  to  penetrate,  though  not  impossible.  

           involuntarily  her  eyes  closed  and  she  sighed  as  the  stupor  eased.  for  someone  who  ran  from  her  own  emotions  most  of  the  time,  dora  sure  didn’t  like  their  absence.  she  reminded  herself  to  cling  to  the  small  sense  of  respite  she  had  stolen  from  him.  she  could  hug  him  now,  having  already  made  contact,  and  so  she  did.  dora  squeezed  tightly  around  matty’s  shoulders  before  letting  go.  “what’s  wrong?”

Where: Trojan Horse Ranch

Closed Starter: @deathsrites

Levina couldn’t sleep and found herself slipping out of her apartment, wandering around the island. She didn’t know what brought her to the ranch of all the places she could go. There was something about the horses that called to her. She climbed over the fence. Could she get into trouble? Most definitely, but this feeling inside of her couldn’t be ignored. 

Cautiously she approached one of the horses, a hand held out for them to rub their nose against. A smile crossed her features, a hand coming up to brush at the side of their face. “You are beautiful.” She murmurs, her forehead resting against hers. There was this urge to ride her, but it was a voice that held her off. 

She knew the voice, having bought medication over a few times for Owen.

“Matthew?” Vina gave a kiss on the horse muzzle before moving towards where she heard the voice. “Are you okay?” She calls out. 

     after awhile of the nagging matthew finally caved to the whispers. finally talking with them though only when he was alone, away from the judgmental eyes of the public and what better place to lose your mind talking to people who weren’t there then the ranch. at least then if he was caught he could lie and say he was talking to the horses. tempe the majestic percheron was to his side, she was a gift from his mother and when he felt like he was particular losing it the horse helped center him. “ No, I’m not going to take beer to a grave and pour one out for you.” he utters under his breath in a ridiculous tone.

            𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙

when — either the night of or the night after, whatever suits the best, around 1am

where — heading home from a night out, likely at olympus nightclub, they’re walking home at the moment

estella had been feeling uneasy, though a little time had passed… there was still a strange, foreign and very slight trembling that stayed somewhere deep down in their chest.   that was why she decided to take her heels off, let them dangle from her hands as she walked home.   though it was about twenty minutes away, estella needed it.  the fresh, sea air filled their lungs with each deep breath, and (because estella KNEW the way home like it was hardwired into her DNA) — most of the time she was walking was spent with her eyes upturned to the open, vividly starry sky and drank in the calmness that the night ALWAYS brought.

soon enough, though, her eyes turned downward to a normal sightline estella noticed someone approaching the opposite way, and out of pure and a deep curiosity, asked… “enjoying the night?”

A  NEW  SPRING  -  closed  @deathsrites

          dora  has  already  felt  the  quake.  it  didn’t  occur  to  her  that  perhaps  it  was  all  in  her  head  until  she  bumped  into  a  passer-by,  robbed  of  any  grace  in  walking  as  she  went  over  on  her  ankle  when  the  rumbles  hit.  they  placed  a  hand  on  her  shoulder,  asking  if  she  was  okay,  and  suddenly  concern  washed  over  her.  it  was  edged  with  a  nasty  suspicion  and  dora  jumped  back,  spooking  the  middle-aged  woman  away.  fuck,  she  thought,  not  this.  she  had  to  test  the  theory  and  brushed  her  hand  on  the  next  person  she  walked  past  -  receiving  a  big  hit  of  emotional  numbness.  it  wasn’t  a  good  sign  her  freaky  skill  was  going  haywire  but  at  least  this  time  it  was  neutral.  coming  to  the  next  set  of  traffic  lights,  dora  stopped  to  lean  against  the  pole  and  sent  out  a  text.

📨  matttyyyyyyyyy  it’s  dora  where  are  you  i  need  to  see  you 📨  something  really  weird  is  going  on 📨  help

status: open  location: anywhere outside.

It was like this every year. No what matter what medication Harley took, the spring air always got to him. All day his eyes watered and he had this booming headache. Physically he felt horrible but he also felt just as horrible that he was about to ruin this day he had planned out. “I’m sorry about all this.” Harley rubbed his face for the hundredth time today.  They had planned this outing for weeks and now his allergies were going to ruin it. “I need to take a break. Give me a second to … “ He paused to hold back a sneeze. He groaned. “We can still continue. I’m fine.”