#mpjinah

It’s been quite a while again since Hades has last seen his favourite nurse outside of work. Because he makes sure to talk to her at least once every other day during working hours, but sometimes she has a night shift and oftentimes neither of them have a lot of time. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of them gets called away in the middle of a break just because a patient is going through something that requires Jinah’s assistance or something urgent came up that requires Hades to overlook or sign some papers.

So, Hades has found only one possible solution to the short-meeting-time problem. And that is to visit his favourite nurse at home during one of her free days. And he’s made sure that she’s home by asking her about her plans for her free day at work the day before, having been told they were ‘nothing much’ and that she was probably just going to ‘spend some time in the couch.’ Knowing his friend it is therefore indeed highly likely that she is lounging in her own couch.

Which is why he decides to help her out a little. Taking a portal up to her floor, he presses her doorbell, then immediately takes another series of portals to instantly end up in her hallway. “Don’t bother to get up,” he calls out to the living room. “I decided to let myself in, hope you don’t mind. Are you decent? Can I come in without having to cover my eyes?”

Grinning widely as he speaks those words, Hades walks on to the living room without hesitance. Aside from walking around her house entirely naked there is little Jinah can wear that Hades hasn’t seen before yet after her little dress-up game as Harley Quinn. And he doesn’t think his favourite nurse is the type of person to strut her stuff around the house when she thinks nobody’s watching.

Of course he could be wrong, which is why a part of him is still ready to slap a hand over his eyes or take an instant portal right back to the Underworld.

                                              Sehun & Jinah ◦ The Raven and The Healer

Tedy ◦ Can I Can I love you, would it be alright? Can I try to just believe you'll never let me go?

                                                                                                         Open Hands ◦ Ingrid Michaelson                                                                         Nobody wants to be the only one that's left standing                                                                                Nobody wants to be the only one to understand

David Hodges ◦ Recover I'll give you one more chance to say we can change or part ways And you take what you need, and you don't need me

                                                                                                                  1000 Times ◦ Sara Bareilles                                                   You can make me wait forever, push me away and tell me never                                            I don't mind, no I don't mind it, I would come back a thousand times

Sleeping At Last ◦ Two I just want to love you, to love you, to love you, and I just want to learn how to somehow be loved myself

@mpjinah​

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tohil smiles lightly at the demigoddess when her head snaps over to him. he waits for her to take the coat from his hands and then turns his gaze back to the garden. he knows the coat will be pleasantly warm on the inside because he intentionally heated it up a little to make sure the young woman would find warmth inside of it. he’d seen her tremble slightly from the cold, after all.

his gaze goes back to the demigoddess when she speaks once more and he takes in the way she smiles at him as she explains her troubles. he gives a short nod of his head. “when the sky is clear during autumn and winter days they are more likely to be cold. the nights are warmer with clear sky.”

standing there in nothing but his shirt and pants, tohil probably looks to anyone else probably like he’d be freezing, but he’s actually even emitting a not so small amount of warmth that the demigoddess would be capable of feeling even from where she’s standing. “so next time you don’t see a cloud in the sky, bring a jacket just to be sure.” he lets a warm smile overtake his features, as his eyes take in the woman next to him a moment longer.

Because I know things are busy on your end too. Let me do this one for us to start <3 @mpjinah [Post-ball thread, so something current is going on]

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  “Hey,” he says when he sees her walking down the street near Honeypot after the costume ball on Halloween.

  He half-runs to catch up with her, a hand coming out to tap her gently on the shoulder before she can keep going so fast that he would have to pause to breathe. His asthma has been worse lately and it’s not aided with his continued smoking habit.

  “Jinah, wait up,” he says as he finally gets her attention. 

  He waits until she is facing him before he is able to go on,”I see how it is you play my double for a night and I suddenly don’t exist now?””

  He’s entirely kidding and it shows on his face as he mentions their identical costumes from the ball. The demigod had wanted to stop and talk with her and perhaps even raise some Harley0esque hell but he had been wrapped up in some other things during the evening and missed all of his chances to do so.

There is a point in time when he reaches home.

There is a point in time where he slowly but surely remembers the way his fingers are supposed to look. Not feathered wings nor sharp claws, but slender digits and delicate hands. Arms and legs and feet.

There is a point in time where he remembers the balcony door opens by sliding.

And when he sinks down into his couch, he remembers fully who he is.

The world slowly puzzles itself back together as well, piece by piece, after he got so entirely lost within the instinct of the raven.

It was the only way, after all. The only way not to lose himself to the void.

To all the feelings that were threatening to overtake him, just from flying away from that particular situation he’d been in. Just from leaving her behind, not knowing whether she was going to be okay. Not knowing whether she might need him again when he was gone, too far away to hear her.

He breathes in ever so slowly, breathes back out much the same way, then focuses his gaze on the painting hanging on his wall, just to have something to look at. It’s not an important painting, not something with meaning. It’s just the standard piece of decoration they hang in every one of these apartments, most probably.

It wouldn’t surprise him in the least if Jinah replaced her with something much more personal. If he’s quite honest he’s never paid much attention to his surroundings when in her apartment. He’d always been there with a reason, after all, always had something else to focus on.

Now there is nothing that can capture his attention well enough to stop him thinking of her. To stop him thinking of all the things that could’ve gone wrong already in the past two hours since he’d left the scene at the shopping mall.

For all he knows the other girl got healed and proceeded to beat Jinah to a pulp. Or maybe she said horrible things that made his neighbour cry again.

The thought of her tears is enough to make him shiver. He decides he better not think of it again, but suddenly it becomes really hard to think of anything else altogether.

Getting up from his couch again, Sehun paces around his living room for a while, thinking, considering, wondering, hoping. His eyes wander over to the entrance door of his apartment every time he passes by the living room door opening, but there’s still no sign of his neighbour.

Of course not.

Why is he waiting for her anyway?

Because he promised...

The thought makes him cringe, then shake himself like trying to shake the feeling loose that has settled itself in his chest. Eventually he comes to a stop again at his balcony door so he can look outside.

Waiting, waiting.

He’s always hated waiting.

It’s almost like following his gut instinct home, only he doesn’t even know where that is. Home is family, is what he’s been told. Home is where your heart is, is what others say. Home is where there’s always a place for you, is what he has heard as well. He has never had anything close to any of those definitions before. Now he’s got a mother on an island somewhere that he spoke to once and then walked out on. He’s not entirely sure that qualifies as a home, honestly.

Still, the beat of his wings leads him to said island. He’s mindlessly flying, following the way the wind takes him, not thinking of anything. Not where he’s going, not why he’s going that way. He doesn’t even feel the sting in his shoulder as badly anymore as he did just hours before. It’s like the scent of salt water is filling his senses and soothing the ache in his entire body. Which is weird, really, he doesn’t even like the ocean.

Suddenly a bridge comes into view, Sehun tilting his head to look down at it. A long line of wooden creation, slivering over the sea water, giving people who don’t have wings a way to reach a very particular island. He caws at the vastness of water, feeling like he can almost hear the echo vibrate back to him. Then the actual city appears in his sight. It feels a little bit like coming home, that softness in his chest he’s still not used to. If he were human he might have actually felt tears burn behind his eyes. It’s a good thing he’s not human right now.

His wings take him, then, he’s flying almost on autopilot as he seeks out the all too familiar building. But the entrance he’s looking for is not an open door or a cracked window. Instead, he lands on the balcony of a particular apartment complex. A few hops bring him closer to the window, where he tilts his head so he can see the inside rather than his own reflection. It still looks the same, he realises, and there’s another one of those things in his chest that he’ doesn’t quite know what to do with.

He waits, quietly, for a person to come into view, then taps his beak against the glass. Once. A caw for attention. Twice. His head tilts and tips, trying to get the best view he can muster on the person inside, hoping to get her attention.

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So perhaps Hades should have known that this day was not going to become one of his best. Why? Because Eros had told him a little while ago to stay inside. There hadn’t been a reason given, but Hades always makes sure to listen to his fellow gods - especially the mischievous ones - because he knows their advice might save him from a day of horror. Which means that he has been inside for the entirety of the day already. What he failed to take into account, however, is his diminishing supply of food and his immense boredom requiring munches to get through.

That’s why he eventually decides to go to the grocery store. A quick portal through the Underworld takes him there in no time without the risk of getting in the way of whatever it is Eros has planned. He manages to get his selection of cookies, chips, candies and soda, pays for it all quietly and turns away from the counter, ready to take a portal back.

That’s when he spots Jinah near the entrance of the store. Everyone who knows him has always told him that his kindness and care are going to be his downfall, but who knew it would be so true? A short moment of saying hello and asking how she’s been can’t hurt, right? Right. So he heads over to the door as well, smiling warmly at the sight of his favourite nurse and stopping in the opening.

“Hello there y-” He can’t finish his sentence, because it feels like someone hits him on his back - hard. And if something feels like a blow to Hades, the one dealing it must be immensely impressive. Turning his head slightly to see who’s behind him, Hades’ eyes find no one whatsoever. He frowns lightly, then turns back to Jinah so he can finish his sentence. But an entirely different set of feelings starts bubbling up inside of him. Complete, utter and unrelenting lust courses through his veins just a split second later.

“…” His mouth opens, from the sheer enormity of the feeling, and he takes a small step back. Now although he enjoys the times he has spent with his wife, he is not usually this suddenly aroused in the middle of nowhere. Especially not because of someone who just moments ago felt so clearly like a sort of family to him. Anything but someone he wanted to dive into bed with. Yet here he is, heavily entertaining the possibility. So heavily that it even clouds his regular thinking.

“…You.” The word finally makes it past his lips a moment later, his entire expression and demeanour having shifted now. There is a certain dangerous vibe about him now that wasn’t there before, like a predator having locked in on its prey. A handsome smile tugs up the corners of his mouth a moment later and he moves to lean against the doorpost. Who the hell cares if he’s blocking the way for people trying to get in or out? This beautiful woman in front of him needs to get into his bed like five seconds ago. “It’s been a while.”

Hades is dressed in the costume that Jinah created for him. The red shirt clings to his body loosely, the upper few buttons undone to reveal his chest, which is covered in artistically drawn fake tattoos all over, exactly like the ones in the movie. His hair is combed back and painted a vivid green, and one arm is slung loosely around the shoulders of Jinah, who is sporting a very detailed Harley Quinn outfit.

He painted his face a little, too, drawing the creepy smile on it and painting the rest of it mostly white. A clear picture of insanity, in total. And if the outfit wasn’t enough already, there is even a sort of wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, his eyes sparkling with a level of wickedness bordering insanity that is hard to not take seriously. Almost as if the god of the Underworld has truly gone crazy and decided to put on the joker outfit because he feels like one.

“So, pumpkin,” he utters, voice a little tilted, shaped to fit with the costume. Just a little while before he had still been talking normally to Jinah. Back in the car on the drive to the ball. He’d picked her up at her place, had outrageously complimented the perfection of her costume and had showed off his own. But now that they’re actually at the ball, it’s like a one-eighty degree change. And he’s ready to pull some shit.

“Let’s go have some fun tonight, shall we?” He finishes the sentence in a bit of a chuckle that comes from years of listening to the worst of the worst boast about their successes. It feels almost freeing in a way, to let go of his usual demeanour and become an entirely different person for the night.

“Why don’t we start with a nice drink. I think you deserve one. For looking so good.” This time the smirk on his face brightens into a grin and he heads over towards the bar, slamming his hand down on the counter the minute he arrives. “My lady wants a drink!” He exclaims loudly, somewhat angrily, before turning his face back to Jinah with that charming yet lethal grin back in place.

“What do you want, baby?”