𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“  let’s go home.  ” “  um,  excuse me?  ” “  you broke it.  ” “  need a hand?  ” “  please,  help me.  ” “  i missed you.  ” “  i’m not sorry.  ” “  tell the truth.  ” “  what happened here?  ” “  got a minute?  ” “  life’s a bitch.  ” “  you’ve done enough.  ” “  i’m still learning.  ” “  don’t touch me.  ” “  was that you?  ” “  there’s no god.  ” “  you deserve better.  ” “  you’re a saint.  ” “  you are enough.  ” “  maybe you’re right.  ” “  this will pass.  ” “  you complete me.  ” “  you got this.  ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” “  no guts,  no glory.  ” “  i’m calling for help.  ” “  run away with me.  ” “  it’s always been you.  ” “  some things take time.  ” “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ” “  please don’t hurt me.  ” “  snap out of it.  ” “  did you miss me?  ” “  how do i look?  ” “  i wanna get better.  ” “  whatever floats your boat.  ” “  i’ll love you always.  ” “  what are you waiting for?  ” “  at least i tried.  ” “  give me a kiss.  ” “  what’s the fucking point?  ” “  god,  i love you.  ” “  i’m doing my best.  ” “  i waited for you.  ” “  you woke me up.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

to say she’d been surprised to have been asked out by Clover was the understatement of the century. what had been a simple hang out had turned into seemingly the best day of her life when he’d asked. nothing had stopped the demi-goddess riding cloud nine as she took to for the fairest, and right into Hera’s hands. the goddess had happily helped Sorn with a shopping trip for the event - of course, unbeknownst to her that the deity had played a hand in the situation; much like Eros thanks to the nerves. though, she’d been entirely grateful for both of them.

so, the night of, Sorn found herself dressed an hour early, out of the door thirty minutes later, and already almost there. thankfully she knew how to navigate her way there this time - thank the heavens for her memory. she hadn’t wanted to be late. he’d given a time for a reason, right? he must’ve been waiting. but as she reached Happy Berry - it happened….again. she froze! the shop window drenched the girl in white in superficial light as she leant into it, her hand coming up to rest over her racing heart. “just breathe. take your time. relax. and remember to breathe.” wise words in echo to that which she swore Eros had repeated to her initial conversation about Clover. where was the God when she needed the push?!

“no, no. it’s-it’s okay. you can do this. he has to like you in some capacity….right?” oh this would suck if this was one of those friend dates she heard about so often. slowly, Sorn inhaled deeply and straightened herself back up. she could do this. and mustering up the courage, the demi-goddess let herself continue down the path right up to Sakura’s gateway. reddish-brown hair hung loosely around her features, swishing with the motion as she stepped inside to the familiar stone pathway. an adorable vision of white fidgeting her fingers together stepped down the pathway, amber orbs reflecting the lantern light as she drank in the scenery. if she hadn’t just walked into her own disney movie - she’d never have been able to tell the difference. 

he’s playing with the snake bracelet on his arm in the meantime, a nervous habit of his with any aspect of jewelry ― the pads of clover’s fingers trail over the finely-engraved scales, an expression of keen interest blatant over his face. it had been a gift from hera, a ‘good luck charm’ in a sense, not that he necessarily needed it; she had given it to him the night before he had asked sorn out, her parting words being, “ may it act as a push in the right direction. “ internally, clover was highly grateful ― he may be the son of benten, but he’d need all the luck he could get.

the sound of footsteps against the stone causes him to freeze, hurriedly patting down his suit jacket as he adjusts it more on his frame before straightening up slightly. clover barely has time to collect himself when sorn rounds the corner ― and the sight leaves him literally breathless. he thinks she might be something akin to a goddess in her own right, second-guessing the first time she told him she was the daughter of seshat. the reality that he had her for the night made clover dizzy, stepping forward with a wondrous look upon his face ― he was speechless, and it was entirely thanks to sorn. still, standing there with his voice caught as if in a snare, clover realizes he was staring for a bit too long before clearing his throat, blush coating his cheeks as he beams shyly. 

“ you look....beautiful. “

Hera’s eyebrows jumped upwards and her eyes widened as Clover’s situation settled in her mind. She was a bit surprised and comforted by the fact that he trusted her enough to come to her for help. Of course, there was a split second of concern when he mentioned her status as a goddess but that quickly faded with the correction of his words. She gestured for him to take a seat on the rolling stool next to them as she took a seat on the wide pedestal her mannequin was standing on. Quickly crossing her legs under her as she pulled her apron over her head and laid it beside her.

“I always have time for you, paidi mou. Tell me about her. What’s she like?” Her voice was soft and gentle. The tone was full of genuine intrigue and care for this person who seems to have stolen her son’s heart. She leans her elbow on her folded legs, resting her chin on her palm as she watches Clover’s face. A warm and genuine smile hiding the excitement that lay below. Her chest was full of butterflies and joy at the mention of young love. With a gentle sigh, she continued.

“Don’t be nervous I’m excited you trust me enough to talk to me about these things.”

he doesn’t know what he’d expect as a reaction, but judging by the way hera gives him the look...thank god it was something positive?

clover’s shoulders slump with relief, the invisible weight of such a confession seems to dissipate thanks to the divine’s words. he’d never gone about something like this, owed towards both having such an amount of feelings and also towards the reality that....maybe she liked him back? clover shakes his head slightly ― regardless if he hoped for such (he really, really did) now wasn’t the time to be thinking that; now, he had to address the elephant in the room.

even with hera’s reassurance, the demigod’s heartbeat races with adrenaline as if he had just ran from a ghost with three heads. still, the warm glow that seemed to overtake his expression said enough ― a dreamy look had passed over clover’s gaze, sea-glass stare swimming with a mixture of adoration and disbelief; it was almost too good to be true, but he had learned to accept his blessing when the time came. “ i don’t know if you know her but... “ his hand raises to rub his nape slightly, signature gummy smile pulling on his lips. “ she goes by sorn, daughter of seshat? works at the library? “

but that wasn’t enough, it could never be enough; not when it came to the woman he had fallen for.

“ she’s quiet and shy, more observant and the type to keep to herself but... “ a glimmer rises to his iris ― a look of entrancement. “ i really get to appreciate the little moments with her....she’s beautiful. not just outside, but inside too. i feel like no matter how much i talk to her, there’s always more for me to find out. “ a small sigh falls past his lips. “ she’s everything i’ve wanted and more. “

and truly, if he hadn’t known any better; he’d say he was in love.

“we had a good breakfast. do you think you’ll survive?”

“you sure were out of it. i’ve been trying to wake you up for ten minutes.”

“that wasn’t fair and you know it. you caught me off guard.”

“good morning, sleepyhead.”

“i’ll let you know when, and don’t let me catch you peeking.”

“the hot chocolate is ready.”

“i got dizzy all of a sudden, that’s all.”

“but that’s enough for today.”

“let’s go make some sandwiches.”

“it’s a secret, and a surprise.”

“to start with, i want you to relax. try not to think about anything. close your eyes and relax.”

“i don’t even remember going to bed.”

“breathe deep, taking your breaths all the way in and letting them out slowly.”

“that’s because i had to carry you to your bed.”

“now, my little man, what do you say we go get some breakfast?”

“something told me to bring this in case we ran into trouble.”

“i am warning you: don’t try to weasel your way out of it.”

“is it okay if i sleep in your bed tonight?”

“you’re doing an excellent job.” 

“you must have been worlds away, as hard as it was to wake you.”

“i guess you better stop it, then; don’t you think?”

“we’re going fishing this weekend.”

“it’s way past our bedtimes and we have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“you be careful. i know you want to learn this, but you have to be patient, too.”

“are you okay this morning?”

“you will miss out on a lot of things that kids have fun doing, and i feel bad about that.”

“that’s my little helper.”

“what do you say we call it a day and go make some chocolate chip cookies?”

“it’s more dangerous than anything you’ll ever learn.”

“i love you, too. i think we’re going to have a lot of fun today.”

“stay back and no one gets hurt.”

“i’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“you don’t have to feel bad. i’m having more fun than any kid ever dreamt about, spending time with you.”

“i think it’s time for a rest.”

“you get the eggs and whatever you want in your omelet, and i’ll get the frying pan ready.”

“that’s easy for you to say. it’s not your house.”

her orbs watched as the bound novel slipped so easily into his hand, drawn down for her to reach. it was such an effortless task but his execution was flawless; at least, to her it was. but perhaps that was too much praise? no - she thought momentarily. he’s perfect, and he deserves it. fingers slowly released the chair’s grasp, coming up to gently wrap around the book that she drew in to her chest, arms encasing it as if it would fall apart otherwise. “y-your favorite?!” sorn’s voice squeaked out, a faster whirl of her head snapping up to look at him than she’d intended, neck shrinking slightly in recoil to tuck in against the rim of her sweater bashfully. “mine…too.” they shared something, a favorite, and if the heat wasn’t already noticeable in her cheeks, it was now.

“that’s…a really s-sweet offer, C-Clover.” sorn cooed softly, a small whimsy to her tone as she tired her hardest to bite back the general fluster and hint of excitement that swirled at the thought of him wanting to help in such a way. who ever said chivalry was dead? “b-but, I’m afraid you’d be called on t-too often to get anything else done. the only unfortunate side effect of having a behemoth for a cousin that helped me move in.” a small giggle rang clear at the quick remembrance of Jinseok endlessly moving things down for the short female. though - she did not hate the thought of Clover taking over that role. she’d like to see him more often. 

her reaction causes his smile to widen, looking down at the floor momentarily. “ yeah, i used to read it as a boy. never outgrew my love for it. “ for just a second, a clouded look washes over his gaze ― for once, however, tainted thoughts are much more easily swept away. he supposes it’s because he’s focused on the the woman before him....but maybe it was just that; sorn. “ you as well? look at that- “ his expression resumes his normal brightness, but this time with a much more curious tone ― if they shared a single favorite, he wondered how many others they did as well.

when she speaks next, clover can’t help a laugh from bubbling out of him ― he wouldn’t lie that she had a point, but the reality of it warmed his heart of anything. in fact, silently, he wished he might get to do just that. “ offer still stands though, like i said; i’m more than happy to help. “ he turns slightly, hands joining in front of him as he tugs on his thumb absentmindedly. “ i wouldn’t mind seeing you either. “ the words leave him quietly, before clover can even stop himself from speaking ― eyes widen slightly with regret in his brief brazenness of inner thoughts, swallowing as he twists his head to look at the table. “ should we, u-uh..get started? “

as if speaking of it, she parted her lips and let out a content sigh at her own thoughts; the action pulling her attention back to the day they were sharing and instantly withdrawing the haze of daydream away from the forefront of her mind. “o-oh, um.” reluctantly, she pulled from her stare turning her eyes up as pink settled across her nose, dipping into the puff of her cheeks ever so slightly. “s-shadow of the wind.” with her sweater balled into her palm, a hand lifted to point to the red and black bound book, a little worn at the seams. “p-please.”

“ shadow of the wind? “ clover’s voice is soft, glassy orbs flicking up to the material in question. “ good choice, that’s a favorite of mine. “ he chuckles slightly, arm extending to daintily slide the book out of it’s spot in the shelf and draw it down to sorn’s level. “ here you are, as requested. “ eyes pull into crescent moons as he presents it to her, heat flooding his cheeks. “ next time you need to grab something from the top shelf, let me know. it’ll be my pleasure. “

why. why in the gods green earth did he have to be so effortlessly adorable? the demi-goddess sunk into the rim of her sweater to hide the flash of pink that crossed her cheeks just by the way he smiled. the stammering of the beating organ if her chest echoing loud enough to have been a drum, making the timid one worry he could hear it from his leaned in spot closer than ever now. amber orbs were intent on Clover, but even then she found it hard to focus on anything specific. that was, until his voice snapped her from her daze, earning a slight widening in her eyes. “o-oh! uhm…” slipping from her chair, the female form trotted in a light pad towards her bookshelf across the room. a single sweater pawed arm sorted through the titles, the moments passing having her features form a gentle pout she hadn’t intended on actually letting slip free.

sorn took a step back from it and anchored her head up, letting out a small sigh at the spotting of the title she was looking for…a shelf out of her reach. leave it to her to buy a bookshelf too tall for her reaching - and for asking her behemoth of a cousin to help her not only set it up but put the books on it. “uhm…w-well..i have one…” she grumbled, face heating more with embarassment as she wandered back, hooking her fingers around her chair with the intent to move it to be able to reach the book. “it’s just…a little out of reach, at the moment…”

he blinks slightly as the woman stands up, silently making the comparison that she must be some sort of angel having blessed his morning. still, now that he actually had the chance to stare and not seem like some sort of creep...it fully hit him just how beautiful she was. everything from the manner in which she spoke, to how her fingers barely peeked out of her sweater, to even the slightest shine in her eyes that was evident when they looked at one another....she reminded him of a porcelain doll, or maybe a glass statue, something he wanted to prote-

the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor causes clover to snap quickly out of his daze, sitting straighter up as he peers over at the demigoddess before him. “ oh...wait- “ he’s out of his own seat before anyone can say otherwise, steps quick as the son of benten makes his way over to her side, his hand raising to gently place upon her shoulder in dissuasion of getting on the chair. “ you might hurt yourself, let me. “ being this close to her undeniably makes it hard to breathe, but clover manages to softly smile after a moment in reassurance, face tilting slightly up as he looks for the one she might want. “ which is it? top shelf i’m guessing. “

The boutique had been bustling, people getting their winter clothes tucked away adn bringing out their spring clothes. The boutique specialized in fine gowns but the designers here were one of a kind and commisions were a normal occurance. Hera herself was busy working on a commisoned piece to send off to the mainland. She was tucked away in a corner, in front of a wide window allowing the natural to cascade in but - out of the way of the customers.

Her hands were working quickly as she pinned fabric onto the gown in front of her. She was making some length changes, kneeling on the floor before the mannequin as she moved at a well practiced pace. The goddess looked up as Clover joined in her the little alcove she’d created out of racks of gowns. She stood as she heard him approach, brushing off her knees and straightening her back.

A slight frown pulled at her lips as he addressed her so formally, while she appreciated the gesture it felt much too cold to her. “Clover please, just Hera is fine.” She waved her hand at him slightly as she moved to set her tools down onto the small rolling table near by. “Of course darling, what do you need to talk about?” Hera gave him a gentle smile as she reached behind her to start untying her apron.

eyes flicker upwards at her correction, lips parting in momentary wanting of protest ― it was habit for him to address the divines as such, and hera wasn’t an exception; no matter how close they were or how many times she’d note the act. “ uh yes of course, um- hera. “ clover clears his throat, taking a step forward past the wall of dresses that surrounded them. part of him highly guilty in the matter, knowing she was most likely busy ― the other part of him though? highly distressed, but not in the manner one might think.

“ well...first of all i’m sorry for intruding, i understand if you’re caught up with work i can always come back another time- “ he catches himself rambling, pausing as he waits for an intervention to his initiation of conversation. although prepared to be dismissed, when such never comes he finds himself taking a breath to calm his nerves ― there’s a glow to his expression, but the way he shuffles in place clearly signifies something is on his mind.

“ i..really don’t trust anyone else with this, and i know you’re the goddess of marriage so- “ his eyes widen momentarily, realizing what he might be conveying. “ i swear i’m not getting married! well, not yet anyways. “ clover chuckles sheepishly, waving off the thought as his feet take him slowly over to the table. “ i’m... “ his fingers grasp the edge of the furniture like a lifeline, nibbling on his bottom lip for a moment. “ i’m falling hard for this one girl... and i don’t know what to do. “