#calamumincharta

Titus hadn’t been back in the living world in two years.  He’d felt like he was growing into his role for most of his life, slowly stepping into it. Finally finding his way to the Underworld.

His new kingdom.

He didn’t seek out many other of the newborn divinities. Just those few that found themselves connected to the dead. A few run ins here and there. Ceberus was one of the few divine creatures he’d met that wasn’t human, though, and he liked his company. Wanted to give him more experience in the world.

Even so. He felt something about the woman in the glass, blinking as he arched his eyebrow. Cerberus lifted all three heads, but didn’t get up, watching her intently beneath the glamer that shielded him from mortal eyes. Titus just arched his eyebrow at the beautiful younger woman, and nodded.

➷ Regis@calamumincharta

Oh no, now what? Nyx has learned quickly that phrase always mean trouble on his end of things; the last time this happened, his stuff moved to the lawyer’s estate.

The dancer turns his attention from his drink to the man across the table from him, doing everything he can to be oblivious to the reaching into the jacket. 

“Is it another kitten, Regis? Because you may have a problem picking strays off the street, sir.” 

“I need the track for your performance tonight, Prom,” he called, sticking his head back into the dressing room. Unlike the dancers, he was dressed in a rather nice shirt and vest, the ‘classy bartender’ look as he liked to call it. It worked pretty well for him, in all honesty, and he made good money off tips. 

Noctis blanched. 

“Dad no. Do not make an account on Grindr. Just. It’s a thing for guys, um. Interested in hooking up with other guys,” he closed his eyes, rubbing his temple.

@calamumincharta

“You what?”

No, he already heard the first time, really --he’s just trying to process this. There’s a bunch of knee-jerk reactions that he wants to toss out; however, the look on the kid’s face shows just how serious he is.

Wait.

The Glaive slowly leans in closer and scrunches his brows and takes in the fact that, yes, that’s makeup too. “...so, the whole bit or...?” Probably not the most tactful first question, but it’s vauge enough to work on more levels, Nyx is sure. 

send ⑁ to sit on my muse’s lap

“Why hello Princess, making yourself comfortable, there?” Crowe asked with a smirk, leaning in the chair, arms thrown back, resting on the back of it as she shifted, settling with the younger woman in her lap.

send me ‘SHOUT’ for my muse to admit something that’s buried deep in their mind about yours; something they would never admit otherwise.

Crowe on Luna: “I think I’m in love with her. Fuck.” Crowe the only one who thinks this is a surprise is you.

Titus on Luna: “She’s worth building a home for.”

Crowe on Prom: “I would literally murder someone for the kid, especially if they say shit about Prom’s gender. And I will kill you and your family if you mention it. He’s...he’s not half bad. Surprisingly good in the sack, too.”Titus on Prom: “It’s fun when he’s squirms. He’s twitchy.”

Crowe on Libertus: “Oh fuck I called him Daddy and liked it. Shit. Shit. Shit. I don’t know how to handle how...nice he is to me? And how dejected he gets when I panic? And. I want that to stop? Will it stop if I kiss him? Fuck why do I feel like a teenager when he looks at me like that I hate this.”Titus on Ignis:  “He’s a very good boy for me. And I’m almost interested in just who he applies the...lessons he picks up from me, too.”Titus on Amell: “She’s soft. I appreciate it more than I should. And she’s made me smile more than most. She’s also...adorable, even in situations where she probably shouldn’t look it.”

Bonus:

“Nox Flueret,” Titus said, more wry than flat, inclining his head and smiling. “He’s beautiful, and talented. Born for this sort of thing. Still with your silver medalist of a corvid?”

He let the question sit there for a moment, his eyes sparking slightly. “She suits you quite well. You do look beautiful in white and silver after all,” he said, blandly, with not race of mockery. She did. And well, their rivalry was rather engaging, she was exciting.