#mpthanatos

cont from here @mpthanatos ft phobetor & thanatos 

Lowering the lit flame slowly towards the wick, Phobetor smiles a small, secret smile to himself with a gentle huff, as he hear the other god behind him. His dark eyes watch as the wick catches light, the orange reflected back in his onyx gaze for a moment before he lifts his match to blow it out. Powerful men who do not know how to relax their own minds are not new to him. Still, a worrying case, as even gods can carry too much, for centuries, doing damage they hadn’t even realised. 

With the dark room now lit with dozens of orange, flickering flames, nestled in candles of all different sizes, Phobetor turns back to the god of death, perched on the end of the bed with a smile. “An untamable beast” he repeats as he draws closer, before pulling up a knee to sit slowly on the edge of the bed opposite, mirth and warmth still in his gaze as he watches candle light flicker in the man’s eyes. “Perhaps you should stop trying to tame it, and start listening to it” he says gently before reaching out a hand towards him. “-and start doing as you’re told” he teases with a small smirk, before his hand gently passes down across his eyes to close them as instructed, letting his finger tips brush across his brow, his warm palm against Thanatos’ nose before it slips away. “Listen to my voice” he says slowly, eyes scanning over the man now he had a moment to study him. He’s not at all what he was expecting. Some gods he had heard about but never met, a shame in this case. Though he looked tired, Phobetor could see the struggle to sleep within him. 

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There was something about Thanatos that had always fascinated her. Of course, it wasn’t that Aphrodite had ever met the other God before, but his reputation preceded him - she had heard so many stories about his dark and evil ways, so she knew she had to see it herself. There was something so utterly delightful a God of Death - Aphrodite had always loved dangerous men.

3, 4, 5 Sentence Prompts Meme: still accepting 

Krystal wasn’t the shortest person around but, she wasn’t tall either. She was stood in front of a grocery store shelf, her favorite brand of ramen was on the top shelf and push back just enough that she could reach it. In another situation, she’d bravely climb the shelves to reach what she needed but, this particular shelf seemed a bit too old and rickety to stand her body weight. Her fingers were barely graving the package as she stretched with all her might to reach it. She settled on her feet from her tiptoes when a voice sounded from behind her. She gave the man a polite smile and gestured to the ramen package.

“You’d be my hero.”

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There was no mistaking the soft chuckled that bubbled from the queen’s lips. She took a breath to calm herself before sipping from the teacup in her hand. Hera sat the cup and saucer in her hand down on the table in front of her, looking across the way to Thanatos. They were having tea together in her office at the boutique, catching up on things they’d missed. The goddess was more than curious as to what the god across from her had been up to and they’d been making lovely conversation before a silly comment from the man before her had her chuckling.

“Darling, whatever do you mean? You’re being silly, aren’t you? Of course, you are, everyone knows Hermes isn’t actually my son. I just treat him as such because I love him like one, as I do you.”

Hera’s smile slowly drifted off her face as she noticed Thanatos was indeed being serious in his curiosity. The queen sat up straighter and laid her folded hands on the table in front of them, her ankles crossing for modesty.

“You are being serious... My dear have you been gone for so long you’ve forgotten the family tree? I mean it’s understandable - it’s quite messy as I hope you know that much - I just hadn’t thought you’d been away long enough to lose track. My apologies. I’m here to help though if you want a little refresher course before running into anyone else from the pantheon.”

Word Prompt Meme : accepting

At first there is surprise. Phobetor’s eyes widen in alarm as he senses the disjointed and sudden misstep of the man that had been striding beside him so confidently. His head turns, ears still pricked with alarm, just in time to watch the unceremonious falter in the other man’s steps, as long legs crumple a little, stumble and arms wave to right himself. Thanatos, the great Greek god of death had tripped! 

For a moment Phobetor is still stunned, as the tall, imposing form of the man rights himself with a huff, before it begins to bubble forth from him, uncontrollable and full of unbridled mirth - laughter. He hadn’t laughed so loudly or without control in so long, it only spurred him on more, as a hand lifts to cover his mouth as he doubles forward a little with the overwhelming feeling of it. It felt soul enriching, to laugh without control or beauty, from the belly, weakening his knees and stifling his breath. 

Tekh had just came out of the shower after his daily workout when he heard someone knocking on the door. Immediately one of his brows rose in confusion because, unless he wasn’t remembering correctly, he wasn’t expecting anyone that night. Who could it be? He had no idea. For a brief moment the god even pondered about ignoring the sound altogether but he eventually decided to go see who might be, even if he was currently wearing nothing but a towel around his hips.  Oh well. Putting something on would require time and he didn’t want to be rude and make whoever was on the other side of the door wait. How kind of him.  “Coming” he announced as he quickly walked to the door to open it. 

word prompts compilation: accepting

Yoongi walked into the precinct with Storm trotting at his side and shoved the handcuffed man he had been escorting at the nearest officer. “Book him,” he grumbled, stalking into the kitchen to find the first aid kit. One arm of his uniform was blackened and tattered, the skin peeking out underneath an angry, shiny red. He grabbed the kit from the shelf and slammed it on one of the tables, suddenly realizing that someone else was in the room.

“Oh. Hey, Thanatos,” he tried to lighten his tone, but the distinct look of annoyance remained on his face as he cut off the bottom half of his sleeve. “Would you believe I just had a drug dealer try to set me on fire? How fucking high do you have to be--” He dug through the kit, not even really sure what you were supposed to do to treat a burn.