#holyfied

@holyfied asked:

four nights .

four nights since fýlix's driver saved eva from a rain soaked stalker and ill intentions . four nights since she , drenched , climbed into the back seat of his car , sobbing . four nights since she still jumped whenever fýlix accidentally cast a shadow in the wrong spot in her sensitive vision .

he wanted her autonomy , as little encouraged as it was , to come back . he missed her spirit , her confidence - the little hints of it that he got here and there , now gone .

so he planned a small evening , at sundown , to go to one of the bookstores in the area having a poet read some work from a new collection . the lights would be dim , the moment intimate , and fýlix would be right there with her the entire time . then street food , of any kind , and back to the house .

now he just has to ask her . he has the tickets for the event in a little card , attached to a small sleeve of chocolate covered strawberries . to top it off , a bouquet of flowers already in a vase , more for rich scent and thick color than anything else .

it's already in the little study that he's thinking of giving to her , her own space for whatever interests she may have . carrying her , he brings her in where their morning coffee is already waiting for them , and gently sets her in her corner of the loveseat , right before the flowers . he kisses her temple as he moves to close the doors and give them some privacy , but he's listening for her response , his smile barely hidden . [fýlix ↝ evadne, mortal verse]

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Evadne felt so incredibly stupid for what happened. She worked for a security company, she had training, she knew about the bad things that people could do. Yet she had let herself get so in her head with her daydreams that she didn't notice the creepy man approaching her. It was sheer luck that Fýlix's car was where it was. That his driver called out to her and that her boyfriend was in the back and able to cradle her until she felt safe.

Since then, she struggled greatly. She had refused to go home, she had refused to leave Fýlix's side. She had even refused to leave his house. All she knew was that he had great security, he made her feel safe and that her family was watching the surrounding streets and trying to track the creep down. For now she had just busied herself working from bed or the couch and curling up under the blankets to watch comfort movies in her love's arms - far more quiet and withdrawn than she had been before.

Yet Eva can't help the soft smile that pulls at her lips when he lifts her into his arms so effortlessly and tells her he has a surprise for her. She did like his surprises and the smile on his face told her that it was good. Holding onto him, she watched as he brought her to the study. The gifts were spotted before she was even set down and she gasped at how many components there were.

The coffees, the flowers, the box and the card.

"What's this? It's not our anniversary." She asks softly, reaching to pick up the vase to be able to admire the flowers in closer detail and sniff them. She knew their anniversary was in a few weeks, she tracked those details of their life closely.

"The flowers are beautiful! So pretty and all different pink colours." She describes them to him as he moves to sit beside her and holds them so he can smell them closer before putting them down.

"Should I open the box or the card first?" Her legs slip over his lap as they sit together, bringing the box and the card into her lap.

@holyfied asked: they twirl through the kitchen , swaying to the radio , sunlight barely streaming through gossamer curtains in the fading hours of the day . they’ve got a chocolate icebox cake tucked between the frozen vegetables and ice , garlic buttered bread and layered , waiting-to-be-cooked lasagna in the chiller proper , a mark of having cooked all day .

the first thing they wanted ready for their love was a cup of black coffee , which they would start making as soon as the wheels touched into their driveway . in the meantime , the filter and grounds were prepared ; they’d just need to turn the machine on .

oh , they hated how epiales had to work on their birthday , but at least they could celebrate now . it wasn’t even a big birthday ; but the occasion had snuck up on them . el had gotten some very nice cards from some clients , which they were sure to tuck away in their home office so as to not alarm epi for clients being too kind to them.

el didn’t see the harm , but they never did .

the sound of wheels in the driveway makes them perk up and they promptly go to turn on the coffee maker , the oven already preheated , just waiting for epi to come in . eleos , impatient and excited , trots to the front door with an excited grin on ruby red painted lips , waiting for their love to step inside . [eleos ↝ epiales, noir verse]

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Eleos may think it sad that Epiales must work on their birthday, but Epiales doesn't think so. In fact, it had been rather the best day it could have been. A day of research.

Nothing got them as excited for their job as a day spent scouring resources and finding the pieces of information they needed. Travelling to the city hall for records, to the library for archives, to the police station to look through police reports, calling up for references. That was where they thrived, that is where they enjoyed, and so they returned home weary but with a smile stretched across their face.

Even moreso knowing that El would be waiting right at the door, even more excited for this day than Epi themself was. But that was just El. And in fairness such excitement could be pretty contagious.

Despite parking in the driveway, they give their customary coded knock at the door to let El know they were here and not followed and then unlocked the door to see them. Immediately they heard the coffee maker going from further in the house and was grateful that their love knew them that well.

"Evening, my dear. How was your day?"

Briefcase down, jacket off, the next thing they did was take El into their arms and give them some soft kisses - ruby red mixing in with their own neutral lip shade.

Niamh couldn't imagine what she said while she was sleeping. She knew she'd been having nightmares more often, so perhaps that was why she was talking in her sleep. She rolled over onto her side to face Kleio, reaching out to take her hand and lace their fingers together.

"I keep having nightmares," she admitted softly. She wasn't sure she was ready to talk about them just yet. They felt too raw. So instead she scooted closer to Kleio and buried her face in the assassin's shoulder.

[ melinoë ↝ hades ]

“what happened?” less of a question and more a demand, the words tumbled from worried lips before hades could rein them back in. he had only just opened the door, sparing melinoe a passing glance, but it was enough to set himself to panic. there was ichor, bandages, a visible grimace on his daughter’s face - everything he needed to know, and still not enough information at all.

he knelt beside her, dark brows furrowed intensely on his forehead. “what did this? who did this? if anyone has harmed you, i will have their head.”

When bandits had descended upon her little cottage, Niamh had thought she was going to die. She could defend herself, but one person against six was not in her favor. It was by the grace of the gods that Kleio showed up when she did.

One of the men had grabbed Niamh by the throat, shoving her against the wall, a dagger pointed at her abdomen. He'd surely planned to kill her, but before Niamh could even blink, Kleio's own blade had sunk deep into him. He collapsed to the floor in a heap and Niamh gasped for air as he released her throat.

Tears blurred her vision. She'd been terrified and still was, worried about what men might be left, but Kleio cupped her cheek, her thumb brushing away Niamh's tears. And then she leaned in close, their lips nearly touching, and was she going to kiss her?

Gods, Niamh hoped so.

A noise from outside caused Kleio to hesitate and the mercenary turned towards the open doorway. Her hand fell from Niamh's cheek as she went to go investigate. Niamh, despite how much her legs trembled, did not sink to her knees like she wanted to.