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Walking Time’s fine line! Continued from here with @mpxnoel

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  ‘You’re going to be late.’

   That’s true enough. If he’s not careful with this then he very well could be late going into work. Invidia watched the way that Noel comes closer to him and the way that their fingers link and lock together before he feels the feather light touch of lips on his skin there. Slow… so so slow. The action of it being that pace teases at his more base of needs and Invidia lets himself get lost in the sensation of it for a few seconds. Just enough for the other man to move to be standing taller above him and looking into his eyes.

       Just long enough to scramble his thoughts for a minute.

  His gaze searches Noel’s and he knows that he must be careful here. He’ll… be late…

   ..late…. For work…

    There’s a lot he could respond with; excuses he could make in either direction so that he could damn or save himself. Invidia knows better than to be late. He knows better than to taunt his own vices- especially in public spaces like this. He knows a lot of things but none of those things mean anything when he is under this type of heavy influence.

They were too close for him to pull away, so Noel stayed still. He could damn well feel Invidia's lips nearly touching his as he spoke, that's how close they were. "Be good?" A small grin drew on his lips while his eyes looked from the sinner's eyes down the curve of his perfect nose and to the lips that kept him from reaching heaven's gates.

Noel enjoyed the tension, basked in it. It was a torturous reminder of the way he was so deep under Invidia's charms. If he ever used his powers on him, Noel honestly didn't care or mind one bit. He'd encourage it, even.

His hand left his lover's and instead went to hold the small of the other's waist. There was no way he would refuse.

Bro?! BRUUUUUUUHHHHHH! Continued from here with @mpxnoel

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   Dakota watches the way that Noel sputters on his drink and a wicked little smile lives on his lips. That signature smirk that lives in his family line only turns into a full boxy grin when Noel regains himself enough to say he’s a few years too late to the party because his friend is courting his cousin.

   “Ah, such a shame.” It’s obvious that it’s not a shame as he laughs and carries on, “Should have shot my shot before I left you to pick him up that day. I knew that uniform he was wearing did something to you- you came back blushing like a tomato!”

   He spins his table towel and flicks it at Noel before erupting into laughter again. Noel being the startled one looks good on him! Ah, but Noel is quick and clever! Dakota’s laughing slows as he watches the other lift the glass to his lips and gaze at him over the edge of it. Those green eyes hold him there and for a second Dakota can see how his cousin got pulled in as they stay steady and he hears Noel talking. DANGER! Dakota narrows his own eyes on the other, kicking up memories of beating his ass for using that sway on his family.

   “Watch yourself,” he says still mock-glaring. “My cousin’s affection for you won’t save you for an old style beat down like I used to give you. And it will hurt twice as hard now because he’s not in the room. I’ll rock your shit Noel and I don’t care if you cry or not.”

It's Dakota's reaction that sends him into a laughing fit. Their bickering was nothing new to anyone who knew them, especially if they'd seen them in their younger years. It was a weird friendship, but it had its charms. "There you go again teasing me." He clicks his tongue while holding Dakota's gaze still, fully aware of how dangerous his little stunt is.

open starter for anyone!

the concept: your muse is walking through the woods and accidentally gets trapped in Hecate's ritual. Which includes the illusion of Tartarus and the Underworld.

Just another Sunday and Hecate could be found spending her time in the heart of the forest, preparing the grounds with inscriptions and poisonous herbs. Witches had a reputation to be wicked and evil, but to Hecate this was simply a way to unwind from the mortal realm and fulfill some of her duties as Goddess. The glade was now a place of sanctity to anyone whose faith relied in the darker side of divinity.

At the same time, stepping into her circle wasn't for the faint hearted, as Hecate was about to open a portal not to be in Tartarus but to witness it. Projecting her mind to visit her home and pay respects to her elder gods and solve any crossroads the poor souls of the dead could be facing. The ritual wasn't perfect, as there was so much Hecate could prepare with common materials from the Human realm.

That day wasn't of much progress, though.

He was restless, and in his impatience, he ignored the warning to keep away from the woods. He'd seen enough of everything to figure he'd do alright, and so he went for a hike. Who knew what he could find in there, right? Right. It's nothing that can't be explained by some myth from some place. Or so he thought.

The scent was fresh and the sound of dirt, grass, and branches breaking under the weight of his feet was familiar enough to satiate the ache in his soul. It was brief, but for a moment, he felt like he was home... until home was no more.

Everything around him went dark, and a deafening silence rang in his ears; he couldn't hear his breathing or feel his heartbeat, it was as if the still air itself pushed against him. He was frozen in place, his muscles so tense it felt impossible to move even an inch as the ringing in his ears got louder and louder until the echo of water dripping on cement broke through the spell he was under.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

A new holiday starter for @mpxnoel

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   He’s doubling his efforts to understand the holiday.

    Invidia admittedly hadn’t had a ton of Christmas holidays that went well because he hadn’t had a ton that happened at all. It was only recently since he moved that he was even slightly involved in the sweep of the holiday that seemed to take over the entire month of December. It’s customs were mostly a mystery to him and it was by the gentle grace of his friends and those in the city that showed and told him what it all really meant according to each way it was celebrated that made him able to form some variant that made it make sense to him.

   So while it still was a little unclear, Invidia had decided that for him at least, he would find the joy that painted the world in its spirit for the time in the little ways he could. In the wee hours of the night before December 25th he sneaks out of the bed leaving a sleeping Noel behind. He wanders out into the main room and toward the door but instead of leaving the house he opens the door as quietly as he can and starts to withdraw some of the gifts that he’s hidden away in a secret space in his kitchen. 

    Swift and quiet he makes quick work to stack them up on the coffee table in front of his couch and then set up his laptop. He turns on some extra long loop video of a fireplace crackling away and then sets about going around the apartment lighting up candles that he set out the day before. The scent of pine, cranberries, pies and other holiday scents blend in the room to create a warm and relaxing vibe. Checking everything once again Invidia then plugs in the fairy lights that he set up too before Noel had come to stay the night.

    The effect is a cozy room for just the two of them to enjoy.

   Satisfied with it all, Invidia then makes his way back to his bedroom and slides back into bed. He scoots closer and wraps his arms around Noel before he presses kisses down the back of his neck and across his shoulders— he knew it would wake him and it wouldn’t be such a jarring way to leave dreams behind.

"morning already?" He mumbled in Spanish, eyes still closed while his hands reached to find those he so loved holding. It was far too early in his mind still, but the loving touches on him were making it hard for him to slip back into slumber. "Okay, okay." His hands were gentle in the way they untagled Invidia's from his body so he could bring them up to his lips. Getting up during Christmas morning was as foreign to him as stepping on the island for the first time, and yet he did it.

"Am up." Noel turned with a huff, making it so he was wrapping his arms around his lovers waist while they faced each other. They'd spent the night of Christmas Eve together, safely tucked away and away from world stopping blizzards which counted as a great present in his book. Asking for more made him feel ungrateful.