#bonebled

an opposition of emotions coincided within momus, buried somewhere deep where mockery would not be forced to confront the things within himself worth mocking. but they existed - oh, certainly, they were there. that twinge of hope, of childish desire for his mother's sweet affection. no, for more than that - for her approval. sometimes, momus yearned for it fierce enough to ache.

he is mockery. he is shame, and he is blame. someone has to be it, and he is more than happy to comply - but even he had thoughts deep within himself that evoked the very emotion he was born to embody.

he wanted to impress her. he wanted to tell the truth, the part that was his nature. momus did not know that both could become manifest, and the desires warred within him like trojans and greeks.

"she is a funny little thing, isn't she?" momus began with a giggle, peering up at his mother. his mouth quirked, amused, like there was some sort of secret joke only he was in on. "someone so small, so simple, able to cause such a stir. it's almost admirable. perhaps eris and i should quit our day jobs and allow her to be the one to cause a bit of strife."

@bonebled asked:

❛ papa ! ❜ their third , apelles , shouts as he bounds up to pan . ❛ papa , she’s here , come see ! ❜ he’s impatient , rare for this dreamer of theirs , tugging on pan’s hand with an urgency . but of course he’s urgent – there’s only one she he can be referring to .

…

neri stands on the beach , the sea water still up to her knees , cradling a soaked swaddled infant . their daughter – another siren, most likely, given the little hints of scales that appear on her elbows and cheeks , fading as the sea water dries – is contentedly nursing while neri waits .

thalia , now old enough to be living in the sea full time , stands beside her mother , giddy with the thought of what her father would think to see his wife and queen returned . though it is not the first time they’ve had to be apart – they’ve had five children at this point – the reunions are special all the same . [ nerisei ↝ pan, godly verse ]

unprompted ask | Always Accepting at Anytime

As soon as his son mentions those words, two words in particular, no further explanation is needed to get Pan standing up and sprinting through the forests with him. This had been the moment he had predicted finally happening. His love returns! He hoped with his other children as well. Oh how he had missed them.

Despite his own divinations, part of him worried that something was wrong or that somehow this was a trick, or something else bad could have happened. It all melted away though as he saw his wife nurturing their child in the shallow waves. In that moment he felt as if Eros had shot him all over again.

His wife. His goddess stood there radiant in her home terrain. The lord of the wilds is only broken from his daze by the sound of his children reuniting beside him. Then, he bursts into joyous laughter and wades into the waters to reach for his wife and cup her face.

"Oh my love, you've returned. And our little love... she looks so well." He beamed down at their newest child and reached to carefully stroke a finger over their soft little cheek before he leans to kiss Neri with such happiness. Tears well in his closed eyes.

@bonebled asked: [ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned. (el & epi)

meme i've forgotten | not accepting

The dread from the sound of a car engine stirred the detective from their delerious slumber, unsure if this was reality or if now their dreams were reflecting the hopelessness of their situation. Tied up, bloodied, guilty. It had taken a lot for these men to get the name of the snitch from Epiales, but they were not as robotic as their work ethic. The pain had become too much, and these men had already tortured souls far less deserving of this fate.

Still, what they wouldn't give to be at home now with their spouse, drinking a hot tea and curled up in front of the television. That is all they truly wanted.

By the gods, Mcloughlin better keep his promise of leaving Eleos out of this.

The blinding beam of a flashlight hit their face and they gave a light groan, squinting against it and making out the click of heels against the worn cement of the abandoned warehouse.

Something is said but everything feels as if Epiales is underwater, they can't quite make it out, and far too tired to try too hard. Whatever was to come next, they had to reserve their strength for one last fight.

The detective couldn't help but flinch as warm, small hands cup their face, a familiar silhouette framed by the beam of someone else's flashlight in their direction.

"El?" They croak out, swollen eyes filling now with tears. Even if this was a hallucination, they would succumb to it with ease. El was exactly who they needed to see in this moment. "I'm sorry..."

Their chest heaves against the constraints of the heavy chains against their bruised torso as they sob and lean into the phantom touch.

@bonebled asked: [ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first. (sal for lyssa)

meme i've forgotten | not accepting

"As commanding officer of the royal brigade and protecter of the princess, you will listen to me." Lyssa snaps at the various men and women huddling around them in the medical wing.

"Assess and treat the princess first, that is an order."

Despite the massive bleeding wound that Lyssa was clutching, the commander could not herself rest until she knew for certain that her duty had been carried out well. That she had protected her princess, her love, and held off would-be assassins long enough for Sal to have gotten herself to safety.

Lyssa had finished off the last of the attackers even with her own slashed wounds, fighting her way through the common streets to the inner castle and behind its heavy gates and doors raised only enough to get her through. It had been then that she had collapsed and then that she realised that Sal had seen her do so.

"That was a fucking order." She practically growls the words as she hears Dysalyo attempting to override her and others seemingly very concerned about the bleeding gashes and broken armour stabbing into her. But she was not about to let this undermine her duty to put Sal beyond everything.

The nightmare had woken her up and sent her into a panic. It had taken Moros a few minutes to soothe her, softly murmuring those words to her as he held her close. She clung to him, burying her face in his chest as she tried to breathe.

Over the years, she'd had less nightmares about her sister's death. Sometimes, though, they would creep in without warning, waking her up in the middle of the night. It always felt just as real as it had when Aisling had been killed.

@bonebled asked: [ RESCUE ]:   the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver. (erzebet and thería)

meme i've forgotten | not accepting

spain - 15xx

The place that Thería had known herself to be was in a modest home with in Toledo, and then soldiers, or those who had appeared like them, had burst into her home when her love was away feeding and dragged her away. She had tried to grasp her pendant, but it was ripped away and crushed, any jewellery or signs of adoration of her love torn from her and thrown into the fire as they condemned her with accusations of herecy and witchcraft. Her mouth was bound to stop her prayers and she had been disorientated enough that she had blacked out. Awaking in a moving carriage, still silenced and now blinded.

All she could do was sob as she was taken further and further away, pleading in her mind for Erzebet to hear her, to find her. She knew that shouting or screaming through her gag would get her nothing, so she endeavoured to stay calm and keep praying in her head and hoping it would be enough for it to either reach Erzebet or Lady Hekate. Someone.

She had escaped the convent and this life once, she was not going to allow them to return her to it.

...

Curled up in her cell, still gagged and so very weak, she apparently was awaiting trial for witchcraft and herecy. She had tried to remain strong. She knew the truth of the world, of her love and the realm from which she came. Death would not stop things, though perhaps it may still keep her from her love. At least she would be away from this.

...

Barely fed, barely watered and barely sleeping, Thería had given up attempting to keep track of light and dark, of guard shifts and how long it had been. She did not know anymore what was real and what was not. Had she truly heard her love call her name? did she truly hear the door to her cell unlocking?

It was only when she saw those eyes gaze into hers, feel that warm touch to her face, that she truly realised. Her eyes attempted to fill with tears she didn't have as the gag was finally pulled from her mouth and the shackles ripped from the wall. Immediately the former nun rushed forward into waiting arms and hugged in against her, trembling and weak but so very happy to feel her.

@bonebled asked: [ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more. (meadow for elexia)

meme i've forgotten | Not accepting

It is only because of a promise, made in sheer desperation and self-preservation, that she does not rip this detective's throat out from his neck. A promise to get her to the location of where the commune members and, most importantly, her love had been held.

She had not been alone in her search, but Dionysus and Ariadne had been moreso directing their followers to cause havoc and seek revenge in the area instead. To protect the commune and its land from those that wanted to try and take it back, to hamper efforts to prosecute them as Lex went after them.

Apparently, they had been taken to an unmarked warehouse. From the talk she had extracted from other officers posing as an intern at the policr station, they intended to 'rough up' the hippies. Lex barely kept her glamour in place in that moment, realising that Meadow could be being hurt in this very moment.

She could not ask mother for help, for this was still an extended feed in the eyes of her people, and she did not want to get these people involved in worlds they did not understand. So it had fallen to Lex to solve, though each hour this went on the more stressed and furious Elexia was.

Now it was all culminating in her sitting beside a detective who was driving her onto an empty farm estate, shaking like a pathetic leaf under the intense power of an immortal his force unknowingly enraged.

"Leave. Promise never to return. Remember nothing of this." She growled at him, eyes becoming truly blank as she held the man's jaw in her grasp and then got out of the car. Watching it speed away.

Then she turned to ripping open the door of every shed, building and warehouse that she found until she opened the final vehicle storehouse and saw Meadow and many others tied up and restrained amongst farm vehicles and equipment. In moments she had raced to Meadow and slit the ropes with a single claw, pulling her into her arms with heaving breaths.

"Who did this to you?"

Niamh was struggling to form words. Sobs were catching in her throat as tears dripped down her cheeks. Her lip was split and bleeding, her face was bruised. Moros had found her huddled down against the brick wall of the alley, curled up in a ball. The man who had attacked her ran when he'd heard Moros' footsteps.

"I--I don't know who he was," she managed finally. "I...I think he was trying to rob me."

Luckily he hadn't managed to grab her wallet or phone out of her pockets. He had hit her a few times, though she'd tried to fight him off.