MORTEM.

i’ll drop three characters, that happens to be RAPHAEL, REMI & AHREUM; simply because i don’t have the muse or motivation to write them anymore. i’m really sorry for the plots and ships i had with them, i loved them even if we didn’t have the chance to do much... maybe we can try again in the future?

which means i’ll be keeping the other three characters, that happens to be APOLLO, THANATOS & OTTO; i can’t deny that i have a little bit of a bias towards these three and i can’t see myself dropping them. they’re my little angels ♥

“Otto’s sensitive~” Laughter came with the chant in response to the owl’s complaints, but thanks to the thickness of his leather coat, the talons not reaching as harsh as usual, not that it ever bothered the daemon in the first place. Instead he reached up again, this time a finger placed on his pets’ head to scratch back and forth between the tight feathers there, having them giggle in delight. “So no food for my lil’ owl, gotcha!” Now they denied food completely, given their pockets were stuffed with rather gruesome snacks.

The touch makes Otto lower his head, eyes closed once again as he enjoys the feeling --- but doesn’t take long before he catches himself and looks up again, biting the daemon’s finger harshly enough to make sure they pull their hand away. “No food,” he repeats. “Not for now. This pink and ugly leash brings enough attention to us... Couldn’t you have gotten a better color? This is too bright.” And after saying that, he lifts the foot that has the string tied to it, and he makes a face to express the distaste for the appearance of the leash ( though the object itself is more than enough to upset him ).

“ watchmaker , it’s good to see you.“  the light witch tilted forward and placed a chaste feather-light kiss on his cheek, lips split into a familiar grin as she extracted from the bubble of personal space where normally glinda would stray. “ isn’t it lovely here? are you enjoying yourself? “

He looks at the woman with raised eyebrows when he hears his name, and soon a smile forms on his lips when she greets him with a kiss on the cheek --- of course, the ticking sounds that echo from his chest increase a little. “Glinda, it’s wonderful to see you. It really is lovely, Camelot hasn’t seen a celebration like this in years... It’s refreshing. How have you been?”

“i wouldn’t get that if i were you – they don’t taste as good as they look.”

"...oh, really? They really do trick us, huh? They look delicious.”

‘ eomma , you’re— stop . ’ he chuckles , a bit breathless as he shakes his head fondly even if she can’t see it . ‘ okay , okay . i’ll— when do you want me there ? ’ 

"Can’t you come tonight? You and Felix could just sleep over... I miss you two, it’s been a while since you’ve last visited us.”

he gives her fingers a squeeze , letting out a snort . ‘ honestly , who thought it was a good idea to let our kind shed blood for tears ? ’

"I don’t know,” she squeezes his hand back and tilts her head, her smile becoming a bit bitter when she speaks again. “Can you imagine how much I would have cried if you had had a ceremony for your wedding, my sweet? Nothing but happy tears.”

      “’pollo ! it’s good to see you —” the god begins, patting the other’s arm, a half smile on his face. “it’s been alright- you know how it gets… thank god there’s booze, am i right ? what are you up to ?”

"Yes, I know... but is it good booze?” Apollo raises his eyebrows, waiting for the response --- one that he will only trust coming from Dionysus. “I haven’t had a glass yet so your answer will decide if I should get one or not.”

Target locked. The witch casually makes his way toward someone he knows to be a powerful being…none other than Apollo! He’s heard of the god, of course and figures it’s not reciprocated, yet. His movements are smooth, not so obvious that there’s just one aim. Befriending a higher power. 

“Well hey there! Apollo right? I’ve heard about you, all good things~” Anton gives the god his natural charisma, a broad smile spread wide. “I’m Anton, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Apollo has a glass of wine in his hand, brought to him by one of his muses as the other surround him and have conversations about everything happening around them --- about the decorations, the food, the drinks, every single thing that differs this event from the ones they have in Olympus. But when he hears his name, the sun god’s attention shifts from his nine goddesses to the man standing before them.

“And yet, you foolishly try to win me over every time. The very definition of stubborn you are.” Hermes teases, nudging Apollo in return. The messenger god almost regrets his previous statement when he notices how dull his brother’s eyes become. “You give me a few feet and I’ll reconsider it.” He negotiates, rolling his eyes minutes later. “Any person who agrees to marry you needs their head examined.”

"Is it wrong to do that,” the sun god asks with an arched eyebrow. “You’re as stubborn as I am, it’s in the family.” And then he smiles, a quiet chuckle escaping past his lips when he wraps an arm around his brother’s shoulder again like he did before. “Are you seriously asking that? Of me? Really? You act as if you don’t know me, Hermes.” He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders, looking towards the Muses again. “In that case, I can examine them myself.”

“ because i’m surrounded by gods and royals … the last people i want to associate with . ”  he gives a god and wry smile .  “ regret asking me now ?  and don’t call me dear – i’m not  dear  to anyone . ”

"Huh. With that attitude, I would imagine you really aren’t.” Apollo shrugs. “If you don’t like being around gods and royals, why did you even come to the wedding of a king and his future queen? Not very smart, my dear.”

fingers had been inches from swiping another dessert to sate her voracious tastebuds—something blueberry she couldn’t revive the name of yet was in the shape of a cute square—when the weight on her shoulder distracted the siren from her task and caused attention to shift. a smile to bloom on lips at his presence. tongue to utter sweetly with laughter dancing within reach. “ otto, how bold of you. I’m sure your date will be crushed to hear that. “

He smiles softly after listening to her comment, and shaking his head he continues to whisper close to her ear, voice quiet enough for only Daphne to hear. “I don’t have a date,” he says, hopeful that her hair hides his figure on her shoulder --- though the leash connecting him to the daemon that captured him denounces his location. “But that’s not what I mean, Daph... I really need your help to escape this thing attached to my foot. Can you help me?”

"Dio,” he says with a hand over the other’s shoulder, a warm smile on his face. “How have you been, my brother?”