Ah Muzen Cab

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(…) “What do you think about the rest of the city?” Muzen asks as he steps over a small log in their path, though it had become larger now, much more trodden as they near the end of his secluded forest hideaway. 

he watches muzen pass him by, luckily telling him that an insect hotel couldn’t provide him with a meal in an appropriate amount of time, because he is getting quite hungry right then. muzen seems to be fond of the idea of food as well because he sets off with great conviction and osiris is more than happy to just follow after him, taking in the sights and listening to the explanation he’s given. it’s interesting to hear about the hidden places and the old stories, especially from someone who seems to have a good base knowledge of it all.

the entire time there’s a small smile on his face, which only grows when a butterfly comes to join them on their walk, landing on muzen’s shoulder and seeming to be content just sitting there. it’s wings are a beautiful coloured pattern and he takes his time studying it properly, inclining his head lightly at the butterfly in greeting as well before he refocuses his gaze on their surroundings. he hasn’t missed a single word of muzen’s explanation of course, and his attention returns to the other god when he’s asked about the city.

“it’s nice,” he says with a hum. “interesting, definitely.” he thinks of the different types of buildings, the mixing architecture from all over the world. “a great coming together of so many cultures is bound to seem a little messy but they actually did a good job with making it fit together somehow.” definitely because of the districts, he thinks, which each have a bit more of their own style, whereas the apartment buildings of each pantheon are even more distinct in their styles and looks. he likes it. people coming together.

Lifting his hand he lets the butterfly go, watching her fly off for a moment before he turns back to the other god, supposing he needs to explain his words a little more. “I’m new to this body, I grow them, kind of like a butterfly-” he chuckles softly with a small shrug. “With it comes new thoughts sometimes, and well... my last body was very angry.” Turning back to the sights of the city once more he sighs softly. It feels almost as if he were talking about another person, when he remembers his rage. “-angry at mortals for everything they’d done to the planet”. Lightly slapping his thighs Muzen shrugs before glancing back to Osiris with another of his smiles, before nudding his head for him to follow as he starts to walk again. 

Cabra was laying on his bed after having come home from a run and having food, he had showered and was now wearing a pair of comfy work out shorts and a hoodie whilst sprawled out on his bed. He was very close to falling asleep when his phone went off. It buzzed several times with an alert saying his very special and precious package had finally arrived. Cab rolled off his bed, his socked feet skidding a little as he fought to gain traction. He slid into the hall of his apartment and hit a wall to stop then began to struggle to to move forward, eventually getting to the front door. 

Opening the door, he saw the small package on the ground, covered in fragile, live animals tape. “Yes!” his whisper hiss quietly as he picked up the box delicately, worried he might accidentally, some how, use too much of his strength. The moment he touched the box he felt the quiet rhythm of the tiny lives inside, this made him smile broadly, “Hey little guys,” he rumbled low, “Not much longer now and you will meet a very special person.” he crooned softly as he made his way back inside, moving slowly and carefully. Cabra wasn’t particularly known for being clumsy but he was not about to be flippant with such precious cargo. 

Setting the box gently on the counter, he shuffled back into his room to gather up his phone, thumbing through it he messaged Muzen, ‘Hey are you home? I have something I need to give you.’ he stated simply and waited for the response. Of course with them living in the same building Cabra could feel that Muzen was close by, but it was only polite to ask first if it was okay to stop by. 

Whilst he waited for a response he pulled off his hoodie and put on a clean black muscle tee, and a pair of tight blue jeans. Checking his phone quickly he saw that he was okay to stop by so slid into his kitchen again only to stop and very carefully pick up the box. Without putting the box down he slipped into his shoes and left to make his way over to Muzen’s rooms. Once there, he knocked on the door, hugging the box to his chest carefully. When it opened he smiled broadly, “Hey,” he crooned and leaned down for a quick kiss before straightening and offering out the small box, “Here… I got you something very special, I think you will love.” he rumbled happily, the god giants eyes squinting with his grin. 

Cabra had found out that you could order different kinds of bugs over the internet to use them for many different things. He knew how much bugs and insects meant to Muzen so was looking to get something really different from far away to give the to honey god as a little gift. So when he saw a particularly beautiful bee, the Australian blue banded bee, he knew getting some for Muzen would be exciting! The little bee’s Cabra found out were not like normal hive building bees, these animals were solitary creatures and were stunning to look at, being of yellow, orange, green and blue colouring’s. The males and females looked different from one another and lived separately, so he ordered a couple of each gender, cocooned in their little nests and close to hatching, they would come into the world hopefully only once Cab had given them to Muzen.

“Mm, Cabrakan” he hum, seeing who the message was from as his phone clicks with a swipe of his thumb and unlocks. Even just at the name there was a happy buzz around him, which luckily Muzen had gotten used to. Nothing really riled his family up like mention of either Camazotz or Cabrakan! “Oh, he wants to come round and give me something” he explains aloud, a small, devious little smile curling at his lips as he turns away from the plants. That really had set them off, as he glances back with a playful snap of “oh stop it you lot!” Before hurrying off as he types the eager reply. 

Bundling into his room Muzen is quick to the mirror, ruffling his fingers through bouncy blonde locks in a hope to look effortlessly pretty and kissable, before his eyes dart to the fluttering wings of a butterfly on the frame. “How did you get in here?” He scolds softly with a shake of his head. His bedroom had become a bug free zone, for privacy reasons, since he now expected frequent visits from his special guests. So with a tut he reaches out and collects her up onto his finger before shooing her out of the room. It is then that he hears the knock at the door, a happily smile quickly pulling at his features as he hurries over and pulls open the door.   

“Oh my-” he softly breaths, as first sigh of the other god is large, bare arms and rippling side pectorals. Those low sleeveless tank tops really will be the death of him. Quickly his heart rate is fluttering, like the nosy butterfly that had settled upon his shoulder to watch, as Muzen’s cheeks flush and his eyes lift past chest-eye-height, to Cabrakan’s face and he can’t wait to be given his gift. Only, after a soft little peck it isn’t being swept up into big arms and ravished, instead a box is held out towards him, and Muzen’s amber gaze lowers to it with a confused blink. “For me?” He asks, reaching out to take it, only as soon as he does he hears the tittering of tiny little voices and his eyes widen. “What-” he gasps, before pulling at the tab and opening the box, the flaps lifting slowly as he peers in at small little grub babies, sealed carefully in clear plastic vials.

Gasping his gaze lifts to the other Mayan briefly, before he turns to hurry inside and towards his kitchen breakfast bar. Having set the box down he starts to pluck them from their traveling home, these precious little baby bees. He can feel them search for him, as soon as they’re close enough to his godly influence, and with careful yet eager hands he undoes the vials and welcomes them onto his palm. It is only a moment later, that after a lot of wiggling and a little magical help, they grow into the most beautiful, shocking blue bees and his eyes widen in delight with a soft gasp. Lifting his hand he helps them as they take flight from his palm and show off their beautiful colouring. 

relief. tim managed to get to the restroom in time, thankfully without any awkward interactions. he was glad he was alone in there, it allowed him to really relax. it was not often he spent time with bright gods, frankly they made him a little overwhelmed. but he would, and will, take out a cute god/ess if the circumstances allowed him to. he found muzen interesting, even if his positive energy was a little too much for him. he had some experience hanging around sunshines, not that he did not get wary anymore. he took a deep breath, and washed his hands with a soap that smelled a lot like muzen. it was honey – sweet, and nauseating. but worth it nevertheless. a particular illustration came to mind, he had to smile. it reminded him of muzen – cupid, the honey thief. but perhaps tim saw himself as the honey thief, and muzen as the bee(s).

“Oh?” At the mention of art, Muzen’s head tilts a little as he tries to think about the piece Tim could mean, but soon scrunches his nose with a shake of his head. He’s more horticultural then normal-cultural. Still, as he’s referred to as yellow the god can’t help but beam because of course, it was his favourite colour! 

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(…) As the other god mentions feeling familiar, Muzen’s head tilts a little, wondering if perhaps it was possible. He’d worn so many faces, memories locked from him, they could have crossed paths before, or just simply kindred spirits. “Maybe we’re made from the same stardust” he hums happily with a small wink before nudging his head for the other god to follow him as he wades back towards the bank of the small body of water so they can get out. “Have you been on the island long?” He calls back, waddling back onto the grass of the forest, wiggling his toes to dry them before he bends forward to start rolling his jeans down once more.  This place was an incredible mix of people and sometimes he does wonder if he spends too much time in it’s parks and forests and misses mixing with all the individuals that aren’t insects!

muzen jokes they might have been made of the same stardust and he breathes out a little huff of amusement. “seems highly unlikely,” he says, even though it was just a little joke. he doesn’t think anyone of the gods not from his pantheon happened to be created from the same stardust as he was. if only because he doesn’t think he was created from stardust at all. but then to each their own, isn’t it?

“i’ve arrived not all too long ago,” he replies to the next question asked. “hence why i’m still exploring every piece of land i come across. what about you? you must have been here longer, i presume?”

he follows muzen back out of the water and to where they’ve left their shoes, watching the other god roll down his pants before he lets his gaze wander over their surroundings. there is so much to history in all of these places that he’s not sure where to start figuring it all out. or maybe he shouldn’t start at all, he doesn’t know what the best course of action would be.

─  continued from here. ─  @mpxmuzen​

his face betrayed a little surprise at the god’s willingness to join him in the bathroom. he tried his best to read into those intentions, his eyes said everything. the god was so innocent it almost hurt – hearing him talk about pretty little things, it was interesting. even if tim did not look like someone who would be even remotely enticed by the movement of bugs in the air. maybe his mind travelled elsewhere, he found the god’s voice rather sweet – like a melody caught in a spider web, or maybe he was the dew that clung to it. in any case, he had to give him a smile, one that was kind and lacked the intention the previous one did. “it is alright, I will come back quick,” tim said and reached his hand out to touch the god’s.

“Oh..” Muzen whispers to himself as soon as the long legged demi made for the restroom, and his cheeks light up like pink bulbs. His hands lift to cup them as they burn, he very rarely meets someone who possibly enjoys lady bugs like him! Not to mention someone so sweet and attractive! Now he knows for sure that the lady bugs would like Tim. They gained a sort of sentients being around the god, they like to chatter and gossip, and unbeknownst to the inhabitants of the island other then him, they all have opinions on those they share the island with! 

Maybe... Tim would like to meet them? Steadily as Muzen’s blush simmers down, along with his heartbeat, the god starts to wonder if the other would enjoy a small treat and meet some of his friends. He didn’t know him very well at all, but maybe? Deciding to give it a go, knowing the lady bugs themselves would at least enjoy it, Muzen lets his eyes close as he seeks them out. Messages sent from the antenna of ants or the flutter of small fly wings, shaken from the soft fuzzy legs of bees, magic connections not even he really understands, yet as he focuses, he can seek them out, and draw them closer. 

angst meme / accepting

he was about to walk away, in the sense that he really needed to use the restroom. even with his resistance to cold, his bladder was not made of steel. and after spending multiple hours on the rink, mindlessly deciding to take someone out right after, he should use the restroom – he literally forgot to do it before coming to the restaurant. maybe, he got a little excited to go out – he usually did. he liked spending time with people, even unknown ones, especially if they caught his interest. it surprised him to see the other in rather fragile situation, he wondered just how many arseholes stood him up like this. tim raised an eyebrow, and turned on his heels, sitting back down.

“Oh, right..” the bee god mutters awkwardly, a flush colouring the apples of his cheeks as he glances away. He’s not sure why he had felt like Tim was going to leave, maybe because he’d been blabbering about Lady Birds for the last ten minutes, and tat tended to bore people, a lot. At the offer to join the other in the bathroom, Muzen’s eyebrows lift a little before glancing back to his ‘impromptu date’ though so far he’d only spoken about Entomology, so Tim was probably regretting asking him. It’s just what he does when he’s nervous! There was just something so penetrative about the other’s sharp gaze, it has him blabbing.