Hereโs Bengu!ย
(fromย โLost in Mystical Forestโ wip)
Genre: Fantasy || Adventure
Thisโs my first character moodboard by the way~ย
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Hereโs Bengu!ย
(fromย โLost in Mystical Forestโ wip)
Genre: Fantasy || Adventure
Thisโs my first character moodboard by the way~ย
(all photos belongs to its owners)

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Light in my fingertips - Icarus Modern AU - Chapter One
Apollo Apollo got a lot of classes to attend. Theoretically he's only double majouring in art and music, but the god also shows up at medicine classes and some of creative writing, sometimes bio, he'll even go to Hades's morgue sometimes and help him make some reasearch if he's feeling restless. Apollo's got a lot of demigod children here, though, so they help him if he helps them back, which is fair. Sam, especially, is glad to help their dad understand some modern medicine if they can have some cool new sheets to play. Today is a "strictly majors" day, so Apollo will have some free time. It's still not that much. He goes to an anatomy test at eight in the morning and once more Apollo is glad his previous experience as the god of sun has made his body used to wake up early. On another hand, that means Apollo'll have no sleep until he gets to his dorm, and today it will at, uh... two in the morning, then wake up at five because Helio does not know how to keep a regular schedule and Apollo's need to wake up at dawn is a pain in the ass just as much as it is a blessing. He has some good resistence for being a god. Still, Apollo does get a coffee in his favorite shop in the campus. "Hey, Ganymedes", Apollo says cheerfully, thriving under the glares he's getting from the other students who look like they are about to pass out at any second. "Let me guess. You haven't sleep at all last night and are going to sleep less than four hours today", the man says. "You know me so well." "The usual?" "Yup." It's the blackest black coffee to ever black. Apollo almost has a stroke just by smelling it. This poison will probably keep him awake for the next hundred years. It's perfect. "I love you, G. If my dad didn't like your face, I'd date you." Apollo drinks a sip and his eye twitches. The coffee fills him with a sheer amount of energy that could otherwise only be acquired by spite. "I am your dad's mistress and have been for at least three millennia." "Yeah, I know, I caught you two a lot of times, stepdad." Ganymedes's brown skin darken even more with the memories. "You would be a strange 'stepson', which you aren't, because Zeus and I just hook up sometimes." "Still. Thanks for the coffee", Apollo smiles, unfazed by the weird conversation. He's about to go to class with his precious coffee when Ganymedes grabs the sleeve of his shirt. The usually warm and playful brown eyes are serious now. "Just a warning: There's a new reincarnate in the campus." "Newbie?", Apollo says. It's not a monthly occurrence, but common enough that he is not surprised. This college is full with gods, goddesses, worshippers, witches, monsters and reincarnated heroes since he first came. "So? What are they?" "I don't know. I've never seen his original life." "Old myth, then." Ganymedes is a very young god, born in the end of the old days, and Apollo suspects he has only managed to be turned because of Zeus. Althought he knows all heros's names by heart, he can't recognize a lot of them. "So?" "There's your mark in him. He met you in his first life." "Cool, that narrows down the possibilities to more or less seventy-five people and creatures considering the possibilty he may have been born in another form." "He hates you." "Half of them." Ganymedes sighs and Apollo can say the god is at the end of his quota of fucks to give. He's not worried. If the young god can put up with Zeus's antics, he can put up with almost anything. The newbie thing can be a bother, though. Most of them don't really try anything because the entire college is terrified of Artemis (as they should be). Still, some of them come yell at him - he thinks it's fair - or try to beat him up in some back alley - still fair, not acceptable though. Apollo can take care of himself. But he doesn't like to hurt people, especially people he has hurt before, so it's always a headache. Apollo has got some time before the test starts, so he goes outside and thinks about the three essays that need to be wrote until next week. Why the fuck did he want to go to college again? Oh, yeah, that "I need to keep up with the times" bullshit. Damn. Apollo looks at the sun without having to squint his eyes and thinks about the old times when he would be high in the sky. He closes his eyes and tries to chase away the memories of the chariot, the golden light, an infinite sky under his wheels. Apollo lived that freedom. He didn't care about the burning heat of the gold. He should have. The ancient god looked at his hands. There was no burns in them. "Can you move? You're in the middle of the path", a young, young voice says behind him and Apollo's golden blood almost freezes in his veins. No, Fates, please, why him? Why here, why now? "Hey, are you okay?" He recognizes that voice. It's not the same as the one that used to whispers lovely words in his ears, not the same voice that called his name and laughed and asked for more feathers, more wax, more touches. It's still the same sould behind it. Apollo recognizes that soul. He saw when it burned. "Hey, man, you're kinda freaking me out..." He was the one who made it burn. "Icarus?", the sun whispers.
Light in my fingertips - Second Chapter
Icarus
You see, life is pretty fucking hard for the ones who were reborn.
First thereโs the normal stress for a millennial/gen z/no one really knows in this economy: finish high school with good grades, get a scholarship so you donโt have to sell both of your kidneys to be able to afford education, just one, suffer because youโre very gay and very single on Valentineโs Day.
And thereโs the things you inherit from your last life. Thereโs the nightmares with a inferno of flames and the depht of the ocean. Thereโs this fascination for the fire that made your life come to an end. Thereโs the memory that you were alive, you were someone, and you died.
And maybe thatโs the worst part.
You see, Icarus died alone.
โโโ
Icarus doesnโt know if he wants to punch or kiss the man in front of him. Itโs been millennia and Apollos is still almost the same, eyes bright, smooth dark skin. He wants to punch that nose and to kiss these lips. He wantsโฆ
โIcarusโฆโ, Apollo whispers again, as if the boy were the god here, and he can almost feel his skin burning again. Icarusโs been wanting to do this this whole life.
โOuch!โ, thereโs a satisfying sound of something cracking under his knuckles and golden blood. Apolloโs eyes are widen as if this is the first time he has seen his own blood because of a mortal, and maybe it is. โโฆ I probably deserved it.โ
โYou can bet your ass you didโ, Icarus says as he walks away from temptation.
His knuckles are sore. That isnโt anything close to the way the burns on his hands and arms seem to hurt even more now, though.
โโ-
Icarus remembers his touch, of course he does. He remembers every and each one of his visits.
(he still canโt remember the color of Dedalusโs eyes, though, and it weighs in his heart.)
Apollo was always warm, almost too hot to touch. In those days it was still an โalmostโ. Icarus loved his heat in colder days. He wonders if Apollo remembers his touch too.
His kisses used to be all-consuming. It felt like being swallowed by the sun, like melting in heat and becoming one, like Apollo was taking everything he was willing to give.
Icarus wonders if he were burning even before he flew.
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