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send a word for our muses to interact! specify who does what.

hands – muse a takes muse b by the hand

chamomile – muse a falls asleep on muse b

lesson – muse a teaches muse b something

blaze – muse a feels muse b’s forehead

fix – muse a adjusts a piece of muse b’s clothing

help – muse a props up muse b’s head to give them water / food / medicine

firefly – muse a checks on muse b in the middle of the night

jacket – muse a gives muse b their jacket

stop – muse a holds muse b back during a moment of tension

cradle – muse a pulls muse b’s head into their lap

bed – muse a makes muse b lie down

hurt – muse a takes care of muse b’s wounds

flee – muse a breaks out of muse b’s arms mid - hug

dream – muse a comforts muse b after a nightmare

shield – muse a shields muse b from danger

picasso – muse a draws with muse b

nuzzle – muse a rests their chin on top of muse b’s head

piggyback – muse a gives muse b a piggyback ride

lift – muse a lifts muse b over their shoulder

hug – muse a embraces muse b

infirmary – muse a wakes up in the hospital and finds muse b at their bedside

visit – muse a visits muse b in the hospital

shine – muse a makes muse b laugh

food – muse a and muse b share a meal

light – muse a flickers the lights to get muse b’s attention

nudge – muse a nudges muse b

@mpxnuwa

If he was going to be honest, Poseidon had no idea what he was getting into when he agreed to join the City Council. Not only did he not know the amount of paperwork involved but, he also didn’t realize there were so few gods running the damn thing. He had a lot of respect for Amaterasu and Nuwa for handling things as just the two of them for who knows how long. He had a lot of catching up to do, as the last few meetings had shown him but, as much as he wanted to quit he wasn’t about to abandon the two goddesses. He had a feeling they could handle it if he did but, he felt bad that they had so much work between the two of them and decided to stay.

He’d been making a habit of letting himself into Nuwa’s office and chatting her ear off as well as, coming to meetings in the gaudiest Hawaiian shirts or active gear. The god also started a game with himself, trying everything under his belt to try and get the seemingly flawless dragon goddess to crack. He knew that there was no way she could stay so poised and perfect all the time and he had made it his mission to see into the cracks of that porcelain mask she wears.

Poseidon was running late… again. A job had taken longer to handle at the firehouse and he rushed into that week’s council meeting still adorned in his Chief’s uniform from that days work. The meeting went as it should and he was quick to follow Nuwa back into her office, a playful grin plastered on his lips. As they walked through the halls Poseidon spoke up with a proposition.

“You should come out and have a drink with me tonight, Nuwa. All my firefighters will be at Minx and I want to get to know you better, outside of all this council stuff.”

But there was something behind the way he acted and dressed. Nuwa knew when she was being messed with, but with Poseidon it was a little bit more unclear. Did he just want to mess with her? Did he want to get her to the point where he broke her shell and got a glimpse behind the mask? Did he want to bed her?

Poseidon was attractive, no denying, and if he asked... well, Nuwa might be inclined to say yes. But not while there was this game he was playing with her, one she didn’t know the rules to.

He followed her into her office and Nuwa gave him a smile, then tilted her head slightly. “I appreciate the offer, dear, and I would enjoy having a drink with you, but... I am not sure I would fit in at Minx, so to speak.” She’d been to Minx before, but it had only been for council business, to check in with the owner and see how things were going. “Another night and somewhere else, perhaps?”

“Well…have you ever lost control before..?” he asks softly hesitantly looking over at the Goddess. Sure Tino was still new to the whole fact that he’s a demigod and that he has a father that is a Mayan God but whoever was at the bar the other night triggered something in him and he wanted to know why.  In short, it scared him feeling that urge to let go while at work. The demigod already feels like he’s done enough damage in his life time he doesn’t need to add anymore to it. 

“I..I ran out of work the other night after talking with some stranger. It’s never happened to me before, well not at this age anyway. It was different when I was really young. My powers can be emotionally driven..” he mumbles drawing circles on the table.  

Nuwa hesitates for a split second before nodding. “I have lost control, yes. Many times. It happens rarely nowadays, but there is always a possibility. If a deity ever tells you that they have completely mastered their powers and temper, they are lying.”

As much as Nuwa likes to keep her image of perfection polished and intact, she knows when to let just a sliver of vulnerability through. What kind of mother would she be if she could not relate to her children? If she could not let them know that she experienced and experiences the same things they do?

He remained on his knees for a moment awaiting her desire until she bade him close his eyes. He did so without a moment’s hesitation. He felt her touch on his chin and her lips against his and he moved with her, fluid and graceful and they stood to their feet together. There was a surprising tap on his nose and when he opened his eyes the look on his lady’s face set his heart beating.

He took in a breath at her admission. This was not the first time they had been together in this way but every time her never failed to be in awe of her. “Your pleasure is mine Nuwa.” He held his arms out both to provide better access to the buttons holding his shirt together and also as an invitation, a little coy smile of his own on his lips. “If you wish to remove my shirt, you needn’t ask. I am at your command.” And he always would be.

With long, slim fingers, Nuwa deftly opened the buttons on Yixing’s shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, humming softly in appreciation. Her fingertips danced over his chest, his shoulders, arms, then back to his chest, where she rested her hands. For a moment, she simply looked and admired, then she turned them around and pushed Yixing down on the bed in one fluent motion.

“A good thing too. You were too good for them anyway.” He remembered. Even after all these years he remembered how the members of the court sneered at Nuwa’s creation and tried to discredit her. Back then he had stayed silent and he would regret that forever. She’d known from the beginning what kind of a man his uncle was and the deities he surrounded himself with. It had taken Yixing far too long to learn that same lesson.

The offer of a traditional meal had a wide smile stretch across his face. “I haven’t had a proper traditional meal in ages. Can you believe what passes for authentic these days? The convenience is not worth it.” He shuddered when he recalled the last time he had tried what he had at the time thought was Chinese food. He should have known a place called ‘Dollar Scoop’ would not be even close to a decent quality. “I’m sure anything you make would be amazing. I would be happy to join you anytime.”

“They can be awful up there, I agree.” Nuwa sighed, resting her chin on the back of her hand. She wasn’t sure how she’d react if more members of their pantheon came to the island. If Sun-Wukong came to the island. She had worked hard to build up her reputation here, and she worried how they would react, and how they would affect it. At least Yixing was someone Nuwa knew she could trust with more than her life.

When Lucas met Nuwa’s eyes it felt like something akin to looking into his mother Gabrielle’s. It felt comforting and warm and he could see that hint of something in their depths. He took a shaky breath before giving her a kind smile, Jasmine was apprehensively watching Nuwa as she spoke. The toddler looking into her father’s eyes for reassurance and comfort in the presence of a new person, which he gave in the form of a kiss to her cheek and by rubbing her back.

Lucas carried Jasmine into the apartment, he did a quick scan as Nuwa cooed over the precious child in his arms, (he couldn’t blame her his kid is adorable). He finally looked back to her again when she spoke directly to him this time. When she spoke so kindly and opened her arms for an embrace Luke was quick to reciprocate after setting Jasmine down onto her own feet. The toddler watched on perplexed as Lucas smile brightly and went into Nuwa’s open arms.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders, his chin resting in the crook of her neck. Lucas wasn’t going to admit it out loud but he was starting to feel a little homesick but, getting a hug from Nuwa felt just like hugging his adoptive mother. It felt like being home and he tried not to tear up over it. “It’s so crazy seeing you in person finally…” came out in a mumble against her shoulder.

After a long moment, he finally pulled away and met her eyes, a warm smile lifting at his lips. Lucas let her go and moved down to his daughter’s level and put an arm around her to reassure her and her nervousness around new people. “Jazz, this is Nuwa. Do you remember daddy talking about her before?” When the little girl nods slowly in response Lucas pats her gently on the back and continues. “She’s kind of like Grandma and Mimi to me. So, why don’t you introduce yourself?”

Jasmine tilted her head to the side as she listened to her father before looking up to the goddess. She placed her hands on her stomach and bowed at the waist kindly, looking back up at her again when she rose. In her small little voice, she greeted Nuwa in practiced yet messy Chinese (good enough for a 2-year-old) before giving her a sweet smile. Despite being nervous around a new person she could tell this was important and was being on her best behavior.

Nuwa held her son close and smiled, nodding when he spoke. “We have spoken many times, but to be able to see you in front of me is quite a different thing,” she agreed, pulling back from the hug eventually, her smile only widening. Pride radiated from her; it was clear from the way she looked at Lucas that she loved and adored him.

And she loved and adored her granddaughter already, even though they had never spoken before. Nuwa watched with a soft expression as Lucas explained who she was to Jasmine, and when the child greeted her in adorably broken Chinese... Nuwa felt herself getting emotional. She would not cry, not yet, but tears stung in the corners of her eyes as she smiled wider than she had in quite some time.

“Your Chinese is wonderful, dear,” she said softly, then bowed and greeted Jasmine in Chinese as well. After the greeting, Nuwa knelt down as well, so she would not tower over the child. “Did your dad teach you?” she asked, though she knew the answer already. Of course Jasmine was still shy around her, but Nuwa didn’t doubt that they’d be getting along perfectly in no time. She had every intention to be the best grandmother ever.

After giving Jasmine (and Lucas) some more compliments, Nuwa stood up again and led the two of them into the dining room, where the dining table was filled with a variety of small dishes. “I wanted to give you two the opportunity to try different traditional foods,” she explained with a smile. “Please, have a seat.” After Jasmine was placed in the toddler’s seat and Lucas sat down, Nuwa did so as well.

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chang’e listened to the light melody, swaying happily with the music and humming softly to herself. she could play as well but never as well as nuwa, at least that’s what she always thought. the other older goddess had plenty of more years of experience on her. some seem to forget that long ago chang’e was mortal and if it weren’t for nuwa she wouldn’t even had have the chance to become a goddess. not that it was her choice after all.

“you won’t have to try, you’ll just succeed!” he counters with an air of terror, as if he’s shaking in his boots at seeing her shape next to him, as if she truly is intent on kidnapping him to her cave of treasures, the way dragons and serpents alike are often depicted in the stories.

“isn’t there a way we can strike some kind of deal?” he questions after a moment’s consideration, as if it will be an option to bargain with a creature like her. the next moment, however, the terror in his stance falls away and he adds quite dryly: “something like you don’t take me to your cave, i don’t burn you alive?”

Nuwa laughed, though it probably sounded a little menacing coming from her large form. She was about to continue to play along, about to suggest a deal or make a joke about how Tohil thought he was in a position to bargain, when the other god stopped playing his character and they were back in reality again.

“I don’t need a mother,” she replied simply, staring into her mug of coffee for a moment before taking a sip. Her real mother had rarely been a fixture in her life, so she certainly did not need a random goddess trying to baby her as an adult. “And you don’t need to worry about me. I know how to handle herself.” This little incident had been a blip, a slight irregularity. Normally, she was untouchable. Or, at least, she liked to think so.

“Um, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” Not that she really did snacks. She did not really do food on the whole, generally speaking. It just felt like a waste of time that she could not afford or allow herself more often than not. Maybe that was a problem. She could not really bring herself to care, even if it was. 

She pressed her lips together, stabbing a berry with her fork and popping it into her mouth. Chewed. Swallowed. She felt a little nauseous, actually– unused to eating breakfast. “I should probably get going. What time is it, anyway?”

I don’t need a mother. Nahyun wasn’t the first mortal to say that to her. And Nuwa knew that this was usually an indication of someone needing just that -- a motherly figure, someone to take care of them. People like Nahyun were so focused on being able to do everything by themselves that they forgot how to let someone else help, even if they endangered themselves by refusing help.

“I always worry, dearest. It is in my nature. I have seen too many people fall victim to themselves.” Nuwa brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I do not plan to watch over you constantly. But I do always take care of those in my pantheon.” Nahyun needed help. What kind of help, Nuwa wasn’t completely sure of yet, but she would be willing to give it.

Bryan was glad to be back from Texas, part of him had needed to go back home, to remember the person he was. Texas was part of him, even if he wanted to hide it, deny that it was who he was, as if it would make the pain go away. As if pretending it wasn’t so would stop Kai from having died. Everything is bigger in Texas, except for him. He was back, and was sat in the on call room, texting his sister, asking her if she needed any money, if she had enough to get all the diapers and formula she needed. He had promised her, that when he went back, the physical support that he’d been giving her would become  more financial support. He missed how close his family was, his sister, his brother and his dad and him were a unit. They came together to love him when Kai had died, just like they had when his step-mom and their other brother had died, and they had come together for Sophia when she had found out she was pregnant, and that hurt Bryan a bit, that he wasn’t there for Sophia and his niece Kat right now, so he was helping them out with money. 

He looked up when he saw Nuwa, she was like a mom to him in many ways. She had really been one of the driving forces that was helping him keep it all together when he had really been struggling before he left. He had struggled but he hadn’t really had time to think about it all since getting the call from his sister and literally making a break for the airport, he’d seen the birth of his niece, he went with his brother to talk to the trash man his sister had created his beautiful niece with. He’d done a lot and he loved them all. 

He smiled when he heard her and followed her, hugging back, he had missed this. He really had missed this, missed her, he knew he should have stayed in better contact but everything had been so crazy. It was just part of being back in Texas with his family and with the craziness that had gone on. “I missed you so much Nuwa.” he said with a little smile. “Ah is it that obvious?” He smiled, “I left because my sister had a baby… she fell in love with a bad guy who left her, and we - my brother and dad - we were looking after her and my niece.”  

After all that Bryan had been through, it made Nuwa incredibly happy to know he was doing well again. From the issues he’d had that disturbed his personal life, to the struggles in the hospital after he admitted himself -- Nuwa had stood by his side through all of it, and she was so, so glad that he was doing better. She would continue to stay by his side, of course. Bryan was her family now.

“I missed you too, darling, so much,” she said softly, cupping his cheek for a few seconds before pulling back a little. “Your sister had a baby?” That was wonderful news! Not that the father had turned out to be awful, but the fact that Bryan spent time with his family and now had a niece to take care of... no wonder he was doing better. This would have not only been a reminder that he was not alone, but taking care of a child, even if it wasn’t his own, would give him another purpose. Another goal, something to strive towards.