parting is such sweet sorrow after all; continued from here with @mpxmorrigan

He does not enter just yet, as he has not been bidden to. And in true fashion, he leans against the doorjamb, looking at the sliver of the goddess whom he had searched almost a millennia for. She was here, and the part of him that had been spurned by restlessness and unknowing seemed to calm. And so he watches, for a beat, even as his body yearned nothing more than to wretch the offensive door away and behold his queen in all her glory. And then she spoke---

“Ahhhh. you are mad at me.” His words, spoken in a soft burr from their homeland, was laced with a tinge of regret. His memories had been sparse when he had first awoken, only her name had lingered. And through his wanderings he had pieced them back together. Dagda had hoped though, that the ire and wrath she had last shown him had cooled over their parting. But what was his queen if not constant.

continued from here with @heatherxmp

Dagda gave a wave towards the curious stares of the students even as he was (rudely) ushered away from the room. His grin fixed on the professor before him, it stretches to a cheeky smirk and his eyes lowered as if remember a particularly naughty memory.

Well, well, well. If it isn’t the consequences of his actions.

“Are you embarrassed?” He stage-whispered back, following the young man’s furtive glances down the hall. There was nobody in sight. He straightens up and presses a hand on his chest as if affronted. 

“To be fair,  grādh, I didn’t know either.” He shrugs, completely unbothered. “No that’s not true...I knew I was, but not who. Amnesia, it’s a malady.” He gives a sigh and leans close, draping an arm around the other. “Well, it was fun, was it not?” He arches an eyebrow, lips twitching in memory. Dagda had been inebriated, which tended to happen if he wasn’t mindful of his consumption. But also, feeling particularly lonesome that year--he had imbibed more than usual. He hadn’t fully recalled the face of said dalliance, but strolling down the classrooms of the university, he had spotted Heather and the memory settled into place. Fate, what do you know?

just a little teasing for the past with @heatherxmp continued from here

"Gaslighting? What is that?" Dagda's elfin face was pouting, chin jutting almost petulantly as he beheld the demigod half leaning on the teacher lounge's counter. He himself was in his favorite chaise (something he had stolen from Arawn's office), and was lounging, as was the purpose of being in a teacher's lounger after all. He had what he figured a few minutes before Arawn tracked him yet again and demanded he show up to teach a class. Sometimes Dagda deigned to go, the children were quite amusing when incensed, but he got more than a little temperamental when they argued against him about women. Women's Studies...he thought it would be quite easy. All he had to do was wax poetic of all the many, many, many wonderful qualities of his favorite women, starting with of course his queen.

But these kids, wanted to discuss oppression, and the male gaze which made Dagda throw up a little in his mouth. All of those were mortal creations, nothing he had absolute control over. Why should he indulge them? If he must indulge, then it would be something else...or someone.

continued from here with @mpxhutu

The resounding crash that echoes across Hu Tu's office was lost in the exaggerated moans of the Headmaster as he none-so-gracefully picked himself up from the floor. "Oh the females in my life are so harsh, I love it." He gives a sigh and dramatically dusts himself before sauntering over to another chair, a bit further from the Chinese goddess.

continued from here with @mpbrigid 

“We shall start with a hug of course~” Dagda’s tone contrasted to the warmth in his expression, already halfway around that ludicrously large desk in order to offer an embrace to his daughter. Brigid was a source of pride and joy for the creator of the Tuatha De Danann, what with soap being a close second. While of course Dagda loved all his children dearly, Brigid was a fast favorite.

“If I had known you were arriving to the island, I would have made a more glorious welcoming. Have you seen the duck?” He enthused pertaining to the rather large vinyl decorative yellow duck launched in the middle of Mount Phoenix gate. “It is one of my more brilliant ideas.” The smile he flashed was one of delight and mischief even as he embraced his daughter.

Despite the obvious height difference between their vessels, Dagda embraced his daughter with enthusiasm, pulling away only to pat her cheeks affectionately. “I have missed you, and welcome.” Pulling away to give her some space, Dagda opens his arms rather dramatically at Brigid’s question.

continued from here with @mp-casey

“Ahhh, a man after my own heart.” Dagda’s smile stretched as he leaned against the doorway of the young man’s apartment, the back end of his long jacket pooling at the floor. “Sleep should be a vice, how addictive it is.” 

He pushes himself from the door as the demigod bids him welcome, lightly stepping into the other’s abode, eyes already sweeping around curiously. “No apologies needed,  a cuisle. After all, I am the one intruding.” He waves the other’s excuses away with an idle flap of his hand. 

just more shenanigans with @mpxarawn

“Araaaaaawwwwnnn~” Dagda’s voice echoed obnoxiously across the council hall even as he was followed by an entourage of poor besotted demigods, dragging what seemed to be voluminous tarpaulins made out of vinyl behind the god. “Where are yoouuuuu???”

He had the most marvelous of ideas, of which he had consulted the very best of authorities (himself) and when his dear Morrigan said nothing beyond ask for a permit, Dagda thought his idea was very much well on its way to being executed.

“There you are!” He says with satisfaction, finding the fluffy head of his...was Arawn technically his brother? No matter, he was family enough. “I wonder how anybody could find you here, there’s too much clutter, dear one.” For emphasis, Dagda moves a particularly precarious pile of papers, making it flutter to the floor without so much as a warning.

continued from here with @mpxwonho

“Oh~ well~this is a pickle.” Dagda quipped lightly, swaying slightly from his upside down position he was being held by his ankle. The reverse form of the rather muscular demigod seemed apologetic. “Am I being rescued?” He asked with a wry grin, waving with both arms, not at all bothered by his current position beyond curiosity.