#lf:ask

S pauses right as they reach the precipice. Their steps faltering to a stop, only for a short moment before they say; with the strength and assuredness to counter any fear in both of them. "I love you." They don't look back, and step out into the world of the living alongside their love.

Yeaaah this one is hard cause, S is kinda... how do I put this... Dumb? But they love MC with all they have, even if that happens to be just hope.

Hakiem has not stopped during the whole journey, his feet bruised and sore by the point the two of them reach the edge separating the underworld and the living one. He doesn't stop even when the light touches his skin, nor when his sandals catch on the rough ground. Only once a few steps outside the entrance of the cave does he turn; undeniable love in his eyes as they warm from seeing MC alive and well again.

Easy honestly, Hakiem is a very patient man, almost to a fault. Even if he was to turn once 'both' had reached the world of the living and MC was never there and it was just a cruel trick, he would have tried. That matters to him.

Elton sees the light, the trickling of it against the rough cave wall. His feet leaving echoes that drive him half insane, yet there has been non of MCs. 'Forgive me, forgive me, forgivemeforgiveme-' "Forgive me-" He turns, to be meet with that warm smile he had fallen for, like Icarus into the sea- and it doesn't fade. Even as MC does-

'I do.' MCs lips move, give no sound, nothing but shapes that soon lose themself along the tears Elton sheds. That night he stays, right on the verge between the land of living and the underworld. What else can he do? There is nothing out there for him.

This was a hard one, cause Elton is hardy, he is. He if gruff and stoic and at times mean. But if he fell for MC? It'd be over for all of us, we lose, we can never have him- even if MC was to pass. He is devoted the same way a hound is to its master, but uh. Like - a penguin that mates for life.

The two pass by the fields of asphodel, and already there is a nagging feeling of doubt digging into The Boss' mind, what was the word of the god of death; how trusting can he truly be? "MC?" They ask, receiving only the faint rustling of wind across the fields. "I- Have come to love you, far more than I ever thought someone like me ever could, I wish for you to know that."

Then they turn, to see tears trailing down cold cheeks, cheeks they will never be able to caress. 'I love you too.'

This was a surprising one for me, cause I always though of The Boss as someone really really nonchalant and figured they would simply just rush through it all so they could have MC again, but- this felt more fitting. A quiet confession, controlled heartbreak.

M steadies themself, feet just about to pass the crossing of life and death. It didn't mean much to them, before MC. It was simply the way of things, they accepted it with the still acceptance of one avoiding emotion like a plague. But that was until MC, beautiful, lively, spirited MC. Even if this was all a rouse, a cruel trick to be played on mortals of the world, there was a chance. They step across, grass under their feet, flowers dancing across the moonlight field. "M?" Their knees buckle and they fall, a broken sound escaping them. Yet they dare not look; even as warm and gentle lips come to kiss their own.

Yeah, M would, if they failed, speed run back down to Hades and have some very strong words shared between them. Possibly just out of the hope to be punished just as harshly as they just made MC be for their own inadequacies. But they would succeed, by force if they had to, meaning they would actually rather blind themself and stumble out of there bloodied if it gave MC a better chance.

Sigurd keeps humming, a soft tune just under their breath. The trip had been filled with it, that nervous tune, moments of them almost turning around and quickly stopping themself. But as they stood right at the entryway of life, the song goes silent. They shouldn't. They know that, they feel it physically in their body.

Their mind screams at them as they finally turn, face falling upon seeing MC stand there. "Oh- Oh no. I had to be sure... I didn't-" Tears fall, rolling across their reddened cheeks. "I'm so sorry- I can fix this- I will.. I will find you again! I promise!"

S would love to be a ranch hand, simple as that. They love taking care of animals and farm work so why not!

Hakiem would be a public relationship administrator at NASA or astronomer. With a side business making and selling baked goods.

Elton would be a CEO for his fathers company, and be a veteran. Probably the easiest one for me to figure out.

The Boss would be their own boss, for a tech company working with security.

M ooooh boy, probably a model? Considering that is what they were in the story, but I can see them creating their own fashion brand and producing ethically sourced fashion.

Sigurd would be a sugarbaby, I have no doubt about that- With a influencer gig on the side, making food content and travelling.

Okay so, I think Simeon would work as a really sad Patissier in a café. He enjoys food, and is pretty decent at cooking, however he really shines at making treats and desserts.

Delvin would be a sports coach, like big league, ex player type of deal. He is harsh but has the needed experience to guide a team to success, and he likes to boss people around. I can also see him as a personal trainer.

Alda would either be studying to be a botanist or a vet. She loves animals and nature, so she might try to become both, if she is able.

Calypso would not have a traditional job, they would either be a high fashion model, streamer or influencer. It just fits their vibe and energy I think.

It had only been a minute or two, and S had moved more times than MC could count. "Ah am so sorry bout this sugar, really, I shouldn't have grabbed ya like that..." The like that in question is with MCs back flush against the front of S body, half bent in a position both their muscles would complain about later. They try to cover a cough into their hand, which sends them careening into MC, their muscular chest pressing up against them. "Oh saints preserve me, good lord...! Am I sqwooshing ya...?" S isn't the best at remaining composed when close or touching someone they like, so this would be like a dream turned nightmare for them, and you can bet that later on, they will go over just how very different the situation could have turned out if they could've just stayed composed.

Hakiem had been quiet, but not for lack of trying, he had for a moment opened and closed his mouth, resembling a fish, a cute one but a fish non the less. He knew that eventually whoever was out there would leave, but they were taking their damned time. He had just about enough time to pull MC with him and behind the door before the stomping steps of the stranger had entered the room the two were searching, and that had left them in quiet the position, MC arms on either side of the liberators waist, leaving him pressed against the wall. MC turn their head just in time for Hakiem to attempt to speak again, only for his voice to betray him, sending a wave of heat across his cheeks. He carefully raises the papers he nabbed from the desk to cover his face, leaving only his eyes. Amber shining like honey in the light, looking everywhere but at MC

“They... will leave soon.” MC whisper to him, leaning closer to avoid being overheard. He nods, smacking his forehead against MC's. "Ouch..."

Its not normal for him to get flustered, he is usually very well composed, but- for a while now MC had been giving him this feeling in his gut. Like still warm bread, like that of tingling floral scents at the beginning of spring. From this close he could see each separate lash framing MC's eyes. It would almost be too much for him to handle until he figures out his emotions.

The silence was, loud for lack of better term, between MC and Elton, there had been no words spoken, not when he pulled them into the utility closet and not now. Though the sound of several rushing feet outside likely had something to do with that. The often silent man regards MC with a disgruntled look, one of his hands still tightly pressed against their mouth, and with a roll of his eyes he slowly takes a step back. Or attempts to, as his foot gets caught in what can only be described as a janitorial torture device, making him stumble. MC reaches out and yanks him forwards, sending him practically flying into them. He hisses as he slams his arm against the wall next to them, his other hand pressed between their chests. There's the faintest red on the tips of his ears.

Elton would, in the crushing stage probably be trying his best to avoid MC, or push them away, seeing as he is 45, he had simply just, accepted the fact that he was most likely off the market, not to mention him being somewhat married to his job and all. But MC is just, so hard to deny, not to mention they keep winding up in these situations...

The heavy clunking of armoured feet was barely dimmed by the thin door currently sheltering Sigurd and M, tangled together in a mess of limbs, all confined in a small closet, with MC trapped in between them.

The red heads breaths coming out in small bursts, landing on the vast expanse of MCs neck, a very distracting neck, if Sigurd was to have an opinion.

With the faintest movements, Ms eyes snaps back to gaze at MC, the electric blue of their irises shifting faintly to a deeper cobalt. Their face, as usual, unreadable, softens for a moment before they whisper. “My estimates predict they will likely leave within 2.5 minutes.”

Sigurd had hoped for more from the ever elusive android, yet they cover any disappointment with a sly smirk. "That's more than enough time to get to know each other, isn't it MC?"

I had to write them in a possible poly route I am so sorry... Sigurd would take it in stride and push the boundaries of their teasing, their goal being to make MC or M blush. M would however be pretty calm about it all, oddly comforted by the presence of both Sigurd and MC.

The Boss silently glances from the faint crack in the door leading to the main hall, their hands carefully placed on MC's shoulders. A instinctual protective measure. They idly rub a gently circular motion into their tense muscles. "Give it a minute more and we can leave." They calmly state, finally looking at MC with a hint of a smile. "Though this is very nice."

S: Scott wise he has always seen himself as bi, lots of good looking ladies and blokes in the wild west after all, so why be picky about what kind of ride ya get? Sonya however leans more toward women, there's something about the soft curves, the noises they can make and how caring a lot of women were back in the 1860's that just speaks to her. However, she won't say no to a smooth talking man. So Bi there as well.

This said, S can be romanced by MC regardless of gender identity and presentation! Therefore the final answer is pan!

Hakiem: SOooOooo... Hakiem did have a wife, in his past, Naliah, but he has never thought much about putting a label on who he loves. He is however asexual and panromantic. But not sex repulsed.

Elton: Elton is Achillean! He is mainly only attracted to men and has only been with men in the past, but possibly also masc NB individuals too. So he can be romanced by either NB or Male MC's ( this obvs includes trans masc MC's too)!

The boss: The Boss wouldn't really think to label themselves seeing as they haven't really been in many relationships at all, but if they had too it would be pan as well!

Sigurd: As Male Sig, its a free for all, he would never say no to anyone regardless of gender, and seeing as he is a viking, he knows how to both handle a longboat and a longhouse ;))

Fem Sig is the same, but she leaned more towards women in the past, she did however enjoy a good rough housing with any vikingr that caught her fancy.

So Sigurd is basically just someone I'd label as a lover, but I guess playersexual?? Pan???

M: Mateo hasn't ever slept with someone, and would claim not to feel things like attraction anyways, but- he's pan.