#iso;

                Ah-- shit. That wasn’t what he intended to say, but it was at the same time. He had to wonder why she’d drag him out when all he wanted to do was rest. Then again, he also knew why. (Being the living embodiment of a contradiction was difficult.) There were lines to be drawn though. Iso didn’t know how to deal with being in large crowds of people who were so aware of him without the added point of him being there to basically wipe them off the map. Removing an entire community was as easy as snapping his fingers and for that, he could feel every whisper and hear every thought of panic about his being there. It made him uncomfortable and made him wonder why he’d be out here to begin with-- For her. His mind always answers his questions and he’s left looking like a kicked puppy at her words. 

Ears drooping, eyes narrowed, a slight frown on his features; grumbling beneath his breath, he reaches out with marked phalanges and tugs at her sleeve to pull her back. “S’not what I meant, damn it.” He practically mutters the words but that grip doesn’t let up. That face-- it’s not a good expression for her, not one she should wear. He doesn’t like it and so he deems it unnecessary and something to be rid of. “C’mon quit makin’ that face, I didn’t mean it like that, Ran. I’m just-- I can hear ‘em. They instinctively know and because of that, they fuckin’ panic and I can feel all of it. It makes me annoyed. S’why I don’t like goin’ into crowded places without a purpose.” 

            The god was, as usual, a grumpy and annoyed creature in the mornings. He’d woken up to a beam of unholy light searing his corneas again and cursed Apollo like no one’s business for a good hour. Gods alive, he wanted them to die already but could only sigh and get up. Balance was balance and unfortunately he was the keeper of it, so much to his chagrin and annoyance with those pests-- he couldn’t just go and rip the man’s throat out as much as he would’ve loved to. His morning routine is simple. Fall out of bed, crawl to the door and some how find his way to his feet then get coffee and dump a quarter cup of sugar and flavoured syrup into it. Its about this time though that he feels that pull of his ether being opened and narrows his eyes over his mug, staring in the direction it was happening in and waiting for some rambunctious little ‘hero’ child to come out swinging. 

However, he’s pleasantly surprised (for once in his life) when it isn’t. “.. Oh. Not human nor are ya some little pestering demi-god.” His ears lift from their lowered position of annoyance and he casually takes another drink of his coffee. “Coffee’s on the counter, kid.” Did this guy have any care at all that there was a stranger in his home let alone one that clearly was not of the organic variety? Not really. Ισορροπία didn’t care who or what she was so long as she wasn’t here to give him any shit. The god settles down at his sofa, still in his pajamas with bedhead galore and idly glances over. “Ya gonna pop a squat or what, kid? I’m a Primordial God, I ain’t got all day to be babysitting so tell me what you’re here for. Blessin’? Hopeful wishing? Maybe to not be a little shit and cause trouble early in the morning when I already wanna kill Apollo’s stupid ass for death beaming my corneas?” 

@insoucicnce | Meme I can’t remember;

               There’s a scoff in the primordial creatures throat at those words. “What a ridiculous notion,” he mutters. How could one woman be so daft when she certainly didn’t lack in having brains and commonsense? He’d say he’d never understand the whims of mortals but he supposed he could as well. (A contradiction, as he always was.) He shifts and marked phalanges tangle in clothing to bring her into his lap and settle her into place. Whether she wanted it or not, she was getting nestled into the pocket corner and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “That’s some bullshit logic you’re tryin’a offer me, brat. Selfish too.” As crass as he was at times, he had a point to make for it. 

“What, ya think they’re weak? Think they can’t handle it? That’s inconsiderate as fuck of ya to think. Your friends ain’t weak, they can handle it, and no; it doesn’t hurt them to help you. Whether they get physically injured or not isn’t on you but on whatever hurt them. You think they can’t have your back and that’s when shit really hits the fan, Rangiku. Pretty sure your friends would smack ya upside the head for thinkin’ that way.” For all he knew, all he would come to know, all he saw and all he’d learn– he could definitely say for sure how they’d react and how it would go down if they were fully aware of the self doubt Rangiku held. 

@insoucicnce | Iso ;;

@insoucicnce | Iso;

              He’s always tired, perpetually and infinitely exhausted– it never bothers him though. He’ll sleep whenever he wants, does whatever he wants really. Though at the suggestion, there’s not even a hint of possible denial to her request. She’s soft, warm and comfortable– of course he’d oblige without hesitation. Not a struggle in sight, Ισορροπία casually snatches the blankets from the back of the sofa and flings them open to spread out over them. It takes him all of three seconds to get comfortably coiled around her frame, settling his temple against her shoulder as he pulled the blankets up. One would think he wouldn’t go so far as to pull them up over his face half way, but he wanted to be sure Rangiku was amply covered as well and didn’t care much either way. “Bite me an’ I’ll bite you back even in my sleep,” he teased, snickering a little as he closed his eyes to get a quick nap in.