#chaoticswan

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There isn’t much time to waste when Thanatos finally returns to the Underworld after days of intense work on the surface, so he doesn’t have much time to spend with his friends or with Hades. When it’s time to fly back to the mortal world, all he can do is dress up nicely and exercise his wings for a minute before taking flight again. Doesn’t matter if it’s day or night, work can’t be postponed.

He’s used to preparing himself to leave alone, but this time, a dear friend keeps him company in his tiny little home behind the beautiful gardens that belong to their Queen. Hecate’s delicate hands fold the smooth fabric of his collar, sharp and elegant, the black tinted shirt looks beautiful in contrast with his skin and the grey of his feathers. He looks at her the entire time, attentive to every little detail of her beautiful features.

“You look sad,” he says, staring deep into her eyes.

“I am,” the goddess is quick to respond, with a small smile on her lips. “I wish you didn’t have to go already, you just arrived.”

Thanatos smiles, and brings one of his hands up, brushing his fingers through the soft strands and tucking them behind her ear. Things like that, the words she said, they bring a warm and tight feeling inside his chest.

“I’ll return soon, I promise.” Her hands move from his shirt to rest on his chest. “Depending how work goes on the surface, I could be back by the morning.”

Hecate smiles again, a bit wider but there’s still sadness in the way she looks at him, and in the way she slides her hands up to his shoulders in an attempt to initiate a hug. Thanatos, of course, puts his hands on her waist to express that her affections are requited.

“Alright,” she nods and takes a deep breath, looking up at the angel with playfulness in her eyes. “So, before you leave… do I get a goodnight kiss?”

Death chuckles, smiling brightly and rolling his eyes playfully just to tease her. 

“You do,” he whispers, and then leans in closer to her, close enough to press a sweet and delicate kiss against her lips. And despite its softness, it lingers for a few more seconds, before Thanatos pulls away and gives the goddess a tight hug, taking in the scent of her perfume — he has always loved it.

“See you later, Than.”

“Stay safe, my dearest.”

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  » fire surrounded his environment, swallowing the world whole with it’s fiery tongue. there was some utterly euphoric about the scent of rage; to a child it’d smell like gingerbread cookies, an adult might decipher the bitter tinge of alcohol infringing on their senses. to war, it came in many forms — like crushed lavenders on a summer’s morning, or hazy petrichor on a winter’s night. whatever it chose to be, the smell was intoxicating each time. no matter what; the bloodshed, the collateral damage caused by such violence, the tears of such weaklings, it made war feel so alive. 

the flames slowly took over their houses, their stocks and animals. it was a mission he took without a second thought, blame it on the neighbouring town and start a pretty little fight. commoners from the other town, possessed by the exaggerated rage fuelled by the horseman, ran heedlessly. pitchforks and torches infiltrated the night sky as they ran past him. to them, war was nothing but a figment, a ghostly reminder that they were angry. some not at the dying town, but the horseman had a talent of directing rage into where he wanted it to go. 

pulling out a cigar from nowhere, war hovered the roll over a tiny flame before shoving it between the lines of his lips. glancing behind him, the male noticed a female figure hiding behind a cloak, nothing but sharp, purple eyes piercing him. a coy grin tugging at his features. “ isn’t it magnificent ? ” he called out, moving closer. “ and all i had to do was give ‘em the tiniest of nudges and the whole town is in riots. ” 

a low gust of smoke left his lungs, disappearing into the smoky air as he raised an eyebrow at the woman. with the fire continuing to grow, the flames flickered auburn light against the stranger’s features. it took a moment, until the pieces finally clicked and a pleased smile took place. he heard of her, of the mystical talents she held. “ you’re her, aren’t you ? ” he cried over the noise. 

“ and you’re him, aren’t you ? ” 

war casually shrugged in response, a playful grin on his lips. “ if you say so. ”

swirls of low wind danced with the hem of her skirt and cloak, toying with it as if the wind were delicate fingers touching the fabrics. this wasn’t her town, but it certainly was her woods. lifting off the head of her cloak, the wind delighted in seeing her black curls and happily brushed through it. “ what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of ? ”

time had escaped his notice, and he could feel the tug of his raven coat pull him away ever so gently. war diminished the cigarette underneath his foot, glancing back at the witch. “ i didn’t crawl, милая, i fought my way out of it. ” a stronger pull tugged at his arm, stealing his momentary attention. his figure faded into ash, taking him to a new place, slowly eating at his fingertips until it reached his right wrist. with one final smile, the horseman spoke.

“ until we meet again, ведьма. ”

“but that is simply not true,” naveen starts, before lottie even has a chance to finish her sentence. there are tears brimming in doe eyes, and he is quick to take her hand into his own in an attempt to soothe her. naveen breaks into a reassuring smile, carefully smoothing her knuckles with a thumb.

“you have tiana, no? she loves you.” he reminds lottie, regarding her with mild worry. carefully, he brings the woman closer into his arms. she smells of the sweet confections that constantly grace the air of tiana’s palace. “and if the scent of beignets wasn’t enough, i’d think you know that.” 

“not to mention, you will always have me.” the curve of his lips is warm, and bordering on cheeky as naveen continues. “you were willing to help when tiana and i were mere, slimy frogs; you can count on us being by your side when the, going gets tough, as you say.”

the king grins, placing his palms upon lottie’s shoulders. “now - why don’t we pay tiana a visit? her cooking never seems to fail putting a beautiful smile on your face.”

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    » hera was precisely slicing freshly plucked strawberries into perfect slices, a practiced talent after being a mother to such hungry children eons ago. it still felt like yesterday, when their helmets were just too big and they were still growing into their clothes. the mother in her missed it, but the queen in her was proud of the heirs she raised. nonetheless, a mother’s job was never truly done. it was a peaceful, sunny afternoon, an afternoon that shan’t be wasted. with a bottle of chilled champagne waiting on the kitchen counter, two glasses by it’s side, all they needed now was strawberries to finish it off. 

daphne was speaking while hera was listening, her hues focused on the task at hand as she gave quiet hums and nods in agreement. she even enjoyed the small tibits of encouraged criticism of a particular step-son. daphne was like a niece hera cherished, just as she did with other women. yet once the words fell out of the brunette’s mouth, hera sharply placed the knife down and frowned at daphne. 

“ i’m a simple person; anything happens, i cry. ”

“ daphne, my love, no. ” hera refuted. delicate hands scooped up the slice strawberries and placed them in an expensive white bowl. “ no one is worth a pretty tear from you, especially from some man. ” she spoke with ethereal disgust, the queen was an expert of men and their belief of having praise for doing the bare minimum. with the family she married herself into, it seemed like it was in their dna to have such strong egos. “ they forget how much of a gift women are to them; men are greedy, vapid and well- ” hera paused to take a bite of a strawberry, “ idiotic. ”

“ tears are like diamonds, they’re a girl’s best friend. don’t waste them on men, daphne, and especially don’t waste it on him of all men. he’s a boy, he doesn’t count. ” and with that, hera smiles as she pours herself a glass. raising an eyebrow, the queen nods to daphne as she pours a second glass. 

“ cheers. ”

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      » augustus was still trying to figure out how he managed to pick up a bubbly blonde princess along with him. a horseman on a mission to set the sparks alight, and trotting along next to him, was a child. well- not entirely a child, but with the millenniums that he had over her, charlotte might as well have been a toddler wandering next to him. there had to be some logic behind it, just like any war, some miscalculated error the horseman missed while travelling to his destination. 

his trips were always silent, lurking in the shadows and following the sweet scent of rage that nestled in between crowds; the sweat, the breathing, even a slightly bitter chuckle with an exchange of words smelt like cherry pie to him. augustus, albeit a tall figure, still knew how to linger. extravaganzas were for afterwards, the lead ups to the crash and bang of such riots were always so much more interesting to him. but with charlotte by his side, augustus found himself a lot more chattier than usual. “ now, most people say pick and choose your battles, but where’s the fun in that ? ” augustus mused, taking long strides as they headed down the hallway. 

“ no, i’d say the first step to any murder is to have fun. ” he continued, glancing around, taking note of the details around him. politicians nowadays didn’t take their meetings in regular offices anymore, too risky with how much the public hated them all. instead they went to resorts, funky themed hotels, always around the time niche conventions popped up as well. a pleasant smile cracked upon his features as augustus stopped in his steps, admiring the shiny axe hanging from the wall. lumberjacks, they’ll hang any sharp thing and call it decoration. the male’s calloused hands reached out from his pockets, plucking the weapon from it’s place and lightly bouncing it in his hands, like a child testing out a new baseball bat. 

augustus glanced down towards the blonde, his smile falling as she sternly glared at him. “ what ? it’s not like we’re going in there for tea. ” he argued, but nonetheless, with a groan augustus placed the axe back. “ i’d rather go old school, but have it your way, duchess. ” he sighed as a sleek contraption apparated into his hand. as the two crept up to a set of large, oak doors, leading to one very important meeting about treaties, augustus continued with his lesson. “ it’s a mixture of skill and talent, you can’t just murder someone and call it a day. there’s an art - it’s an expression of sorts. most importantly- ”

a loud bang echoed as the horseman kicked the door open, slinging the gun and blasting a sharp bullet into the head of the main leader of the meeting. watching the others fearfully stand up as if such meek, cowardly actions would save their lives. war had a job to do, and no suit or tie would stop that.

“ be yourself. ”