Permanence.

Send me “You’re okay, it was just a bad dream.” for my characters reaction to waking up from a nightmare in your characters arms.

He couldn’t believe it at first, not when his heart believe it so much. Even in his first moments back in the waking world, his body still thrashed as he believed he was still fighting against dream. But it didn’t take long before he realized everything felt too warm, and solid to be a dream.

ϟ: How much does your muse value sexual intimacy?

✿: Does your muse find any value in sex? What value if any do they find in it?

♪: What factors and events shaped how your muse views sex and sexual matters? Were they influenced by other people or did their own experiences shape their view of it?

❤: Do they have any insecurities about sex?

❣: How comfortable are they talking about sexual matters? Do they have any problems discussing sexual things in front of strangers or acquaintances?

❥: Do they brag about their sexual prowess or the amount of sex they have? Why or why not?

✯: Do they talk to their partner during sex? Do they talk dirty? Do they whisper sweet nothings?

Hades couldn’t quite part the brush with it’s canvas despite his troubling condition. This vessel he wore had grown hungry several days ago and now craved sweet rest from fatigue. Sad to admit but he has lost track of thirst, hunger and rest quite awhile ago. A habit the king had difficulties kicking due to never abiding by such responsibilities before. In fact the affects were beginning to subtly alter his ink washes. A few things about the faces he painted came out slightly disproportionate or unfinished and blotchy. Perhaps that explained the headache he bore from so many spirits nagging at him as of late.He was painting them incorrectly.

Thank god, or well, gods in the case. Though it would have been nice to known before so he could have used that earlier. Maybe now he can get him something to eat.

Either way, Lucas couldn’t help but smile when he put the brush down. Hades didn’t really have to say anything for him to get that he agreed to get something to eat. 

A small sigh couldn’t help but escape when he saw the hand. But it was more from worry than annoyance. “This all comes from not eating, I hope you know,” Lucas couldn’t help but point out as he helped Hades to his feet, and was sure to keep his hands nearby afterward to be sure he didn’t topple over. Of course, there was the thought that he could maybe bring food to Hades, but then he was not sure whether or not Hades will go back to his paint the first chance he got. If he did that, who knows if he could tempt him away again.

"How do you feel?" The answer was pretty obvious, but he didn’t want the man to be almost toppling over the entire night. 

 A swift realization helped him understand just how how severe the neglect was. Upon being hoisted, the host’s legs held very little stability standing up.  Was this the first time in a few days they moved? To be honest, he wasn't tracking time. At the very least it felt like days.  Then suddenly, as he stood idly over the other’s shoulder, his sensitive equilibrium kicked in. Horrid feelings suddenly rushed over him like the angriest oceans of Poseidon. First dizziness swerved the room in every which way possible, causing a horrible affliction of queasiness to gurgle in his aching, empty stomach. Then this gross feeling pooled in his gut and soon flooded all the way up into his throat. What in Tartarus was even happening to this forsaken vessel? It felt as though all the contents inside were about to spill, only stimulating the flooding sensation even more.

By the gods, why were human bodies so fickle? They sit around for just a few measly days and almost instantly begin to smell worse than a corpse. Go even longer and their insides begin aching worse than any pain imaginable. Then, if one dares to go any further, it becomes weak with exhaustion until finally knocking upon his realm doors. Or in this extraordinary predicament, his shoulder. What was even the point of sustaining something so against it’s own existence, he began to wonder? 

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