#mortshe

heterochromatic gaze studies features that are all too familiar and somehow new. her confession settles onto his skin, cooling the flames that threaten to consume him at any moment. all at once, everything snaps into place.

how many years had they been circling each other, in orbit around one another, but never close enough to touch?

it shouldn't come as a surprise that when they finally make contact, they fall into each other, they implode and brand new stars spring forth, threatening to embed their sparks into the fabric of night herself. gravity tugs at his ankles, gently teasing him with the knowledge it had been harbouring all along. realization upon realization dawns on him, each quickly retracted touch, lingering gaze, and whispered word suddenly making sense.

“ than... ”

Meme Tag -- @mortshe

"You abandoned her!" His voice sounded fractured, broken after years (centuries?) from lack of use. Except for the yelling. There was always yelling, wails of agony in Tartarus. But Nico pressed his attack, unheeding of his own voice, only seeing the opening the son of the sea god revealed in his defenses as he pressed his attack.

Stygian iron blade, black as obsidian, almost seeming to drink in the shadows, cut around, snaking into the opening to nip at the young godling's side. And a bitter smile split Nico's lips as he continued forward. The first blood--he would take it.

Betrayed, betrayed, he'd only ever been betrayed. Abandoned and condemned as a child of the Underworld, tossed into the deepest reaches of that realm simply for being born. And he had promised--Perseus had promised to keep her safe. He had said they were friends! Nico knew better now to trust such empty words.

@mortshe asked: 🌪️ than catching ares, sweet darling boy, in the midst of the breakdown to end all breakdowns

Send me   ‘ 🌪 ‘   to catch my muse in the middle of a violent breakdown. Throwing things, breaking things, yelling…  | Accepting

Through the shattered shards of the mirror he had been beating, he saw her there in what remained of the doorway. He had been about to throw the mirror frame at her with glass-adorned hands, but stopped. It was her, not anyone else come to pity.

There was so much ichor, so much debris, so much pain, that he could no longer tell what he had done. He remembered getting here, he remembered throwing a bureau at the doorway when he heard Athena's voice, then cut to now and he finds himself having just beaten a mirror to a metaphorical pulp.

Ichor dripped from shaking hands as he raised them, the shards of mirror sticking out of his shredded skin glimmering in the sunlight through broken windows - almost orange now mixed with the red smoke that curled around everything.

Curled around everything but Death. Anger left her alone, not infusing in her lungs causing her rage. Not daring to. A small circle of cleansed space surrounded her, moving as she did. If she did.

Ares said nothing, just heavily panting and staring at his many reflections, eyes burning and still pouring with that smoke. His teeth were still bared, growls catching in his throat as his mind only barely remembered the idea of restraint.

@mortshe asked: wordlessly , than nudges hypnos over in the guest bed and curls up next to her twin . she can hear grimm's excitement at being near neb while both can still do their nighttime jobs , and it does bring a small smile to her face . but the truth is the loneliness spiked hard and she just couldn't bear to be in the master bedroom alone anymore . so to her twin she went .

( mortal verse ! ares out of town + maggie in america to see tali = clingy twins )

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Hypnos hears the pattering of canine feet and the gentle licks and huffs as Grimm no doubt licks his dog in greeting and Neb huffs in acknowledgement and acceptance. Above that, he hears teh quiet footstep of the twin into her guest room and the weight of her before an elbow digs. He whines himself before shuffling over and rolling so he can face her - hand grabbing hers and holding it to his chest, so his heartbeat is clear to her flesh hand.

His other arm winds around her, tugging her in close into the best cuddle he can create, head leant on hers.

He himself was struggling with sleep, just because he forgot his sleeping pills and insomnia tonight hit hard. It was going to be a long one, but his twin being close made it all the better. As it always did. Especially now he was so used to his wife being there.

@mortshe asked: “How have you stayed so gentle through everything…?” aunty to kal

random misc dialogue … sentence starters | Accepting

Kal looked over at Aunty as they both just stood enjoying a view of Asphodel. So pretty with the hues of the Phlegothon in the background, all swirling magma and fire.

The question did take her a little by surprise, but Kal's only display was a warm smile. It wasn't surprising in topic, but just in timing. Aunty wasn't the first to ask that.

"Everything okay Aunty?" She asks softly, wondering. Aunty Thanatos was the god of gentle death after all, wasn't gentle also her thing.

"I mean I'm still so young, I haven't really gone through a lot have I? Perspective's always nice to remember sometimes, but I guess," She just shrugs. "I guess if you mean when I'm around a lot of pent up people, well then it's 'cause I know they're pent up for a reason. And, like, a majority of the time it's not to do with me. Just my chill demeanor sometimes just, well it kinda just sets people off sometimes. I think sometimes it's outta jealousy, or just uncertainty. 'cause I'm rare? I dunno. Like, so many gods are really stressed about stuff, so why would I be upset at them acting stressed when they are? And being gods, there's so much more pressure to hold it all in. To seem strong, right? So they're not gonna apologise as freely as a human might."

Kal chuckles a little as she realises she is rambling.

"I guess I just don't take it personal? If it was personal then sure I'd be upset, but either people don't really talk to me or know me, so the chance of that being from someone I'd be not-chill at is real slim."

Even family was hard to get mad at. When you see each other so much, when you know each other so well, it can just mean that you see each other at weird states. So she wouldn't even be mad at them either.

@mortshe asked: ❔ for ares or hypnos

Send ❔ to find my muse wandering the streets completely lost and without any memory | Accepting

Something inside Ares had snapped after his confinement.

Even the fact of his darkest imaginings being ultimately false could not save his mind. The brightness of Olympus that had once kept hope alive now just made his stomach turn. Few had truly missed him, and life had seemingly gone on well without him. Prospered in some ways. He was here, rotting from the inside and everyone else was just...happy and with life as normal.

He could not stay in a place like this. Not even Love could convince him. Not even Death. So he had left. He had packed himself supplies - his war tent and its belongings - and he had left with no destination in mind.

Earth also had become calm, but it was foreign enough in the right place that that felt right. By now he felt at home with discomfort.

At first he had just remained in his tent in the middle of nowhere and just...existed. But though his body was tired, his mind raced with memories from that dark place and so he needed to move. Keep moving.

That became his mantra then. He abandoned his tent on what he thought would be a walk of a few hours...

No longer did he even remember he had a tent. All he knew was the eroding sandals on his feet, the robes on his body and the sword wedged into his leather belt. Oh and the sun hat a kind woman had given him...when had she given it? He couldn't remember when that had happened. He had stayed in so many homes over time now. A traveller, that was all.

A traveller on his own, but lately a younger man in true traveller's garbs had been joining him on some longer, isolated, stretches of his walks. Appearing at one junction or the next, leaning against the stone statue he knew not the name of.

Talked a load of nonsense too.

About how the traveller had been walking a long time (obviously). About some family he was supposed to be going home to (he had no family, nothing beyond the roads). Even at one point about how Death would be pleased to find him. At that point the traveller had pointed his sword at the man's face and asked him if that was a threat. The younger one just laughed and seemingly vanished.

Maybe he was just an illusion of the road. There were plenty of animals about, plenty of stories. Perhaps plenty of vanishing men.

A robed woman appeared a day after the vanishing man then, spoke to him as he walked past. Seemed stunned for some reason that he just tipped his hat and walked on.

"I have no money if that is what you're asking of me. All I can give you is a greeting." He says to her, turning and now walking backwards as he briefly spoke to her.

"Or are you lost? I could give directions. With your complexion I'd say you aren't meant for the road."

@mortshe asked: ❛ they used to say that , in a battle between the lion and the tiger , the winner was the monkey , who watched from a distance . ❜ she thumbs the necklace pendant hanging between her collarbones , lip curling a little , baring a fang as she stands on the balcony in a hot summer's night . old alliances have not gone far in this new economic upheaval , and she'll be damned if she lets them all be thrown away simply for the fact that she is not her mother nor brother . ❛ i'll kill the lion , ❜ she muses , turning to look at her husband , aureate eyes ringed with red , a sign of a fresh feed . ❛ i want you to find and slaughter the monkey . ❜ [ thanatos ↝ ares , southern gothic during wwii world tour]

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Ares was leant against the doorway, watching her watch the dim night sky. Here, in this place, there was no risk of an air raid so they were free to regard their new playground as much as they liked. He imagined many of their kind had evacuated or moved to the same places, keen to regain freedom since those war zones meant more vigilance at night. More chance of being caught or killed by an explosion.

Meant more competiton and more clashing of horns. A chance for new power structures to form from razed grounds of old. A chance for the House to establish itself here as well. Moreso than had already been established by trade and smuggling.

Her words come then, a task given and he grins, stepping forward to grasp his hips with strong hands.

@mortshe asked:

she looks up at her husband , golden eyes taking in the stature before her — roiling red fog, damp skin, shining armor, blood tipped spears . he's even sustained a wound or two himself , the golden ichor shining as divine flesh tries to heal itself .

the battle is done — she knows this , she fought in it too , she's still in her own armor , her own warpaint , her own weapons — and her mind is fully focused on something else entirely .

ares says something , clearly expecting an answer . she blinks , purses her lips , and takes a breath before admitting the truth .

❛ can you repeat that? i wasn't listening . ❜

(godspouse with mortal than 👀)

meme i've forgotten | Not Accepting

Really he should have expected it, he should. She is his spouse because she feels this way about him and about his war. Even by the blink alone, he knew what she was to say.

He reached to grasp her jaw, thumb swiping over her lip as he steps in and brushes the smeared blood over her skin and enjoying its look on her face.