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Started from the (bottom), now we here. Feat. @mpxchange

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  ‘My stars tell me you would dance beautifully with them..’

      I don’t know what that means at all. But I think I like it! Dakota leans to her as well to catch the words then leans back after receiving them, a smile dancing on his lips after. He brings his hand to his chest out of habit and lightly scratches it- a faint touch that denotes his liking of what’s been told to him.

  “I...” he starts, blushes then tries again. “Listen, I’m kinda stupid and don’t know what that means but it made my chest all funny and I think I like that?”

   The words all rush out of him in a private hush between them but he tries to recover by offering a bright smile. “My name’s Dakota, but you can call me whatever you like.”

He’s been around the city more than enough times now to know what it looks like. He feels more at home in this particular side of the Upperworld than he did when he first came here, too. But the place that captures his fancy the most is still the planetarium. He’s been going there regularly - almost every night - admiring all the views and creations. He’s been admiring, mostly. Hades tends to spend one entire night in a single exhibit and just keeps watching it until the planetarium is about to close, which is when he leaves.

It hasn’t taken him too long either to figure out who actually owns the place, but it did take him a guided tour to figure out she’s a god and this entire exhibition is more so a part of her than that it is a creation. It’s magical, it’s wonderful, and if Hades wasn’t so in love with his own wife, he might just have fallen for this Chinese pantheon’s goddess. All because he admires the stars and here she is, bringing them to life.

But although love has nothing to do with it in this case, Hades still goes over to the woman he’s seen plenty of times before wandering around the exhibits as well. Her name? If he remembers correctly it starts with Chang and then there’s some sound that follows. He’s not entirely sure anymore how he’s supposed to pronounce it so he thinks it’s for the better if he just lets her introduce herself to him first before he’ll even try.

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Ever since Hades had showed him the way to the planetarium, Zeus had every so often paid a visit to the place. The stars and the constellations he was able to see clearly from the beautifully structured building reminded him of home and his wife. Sometimes his wife, Hera, got described as the Queen of heaven and thus also the stars. Zeus had spent countless of nights on Mount Olympus watching the night sky together with his wife. They searched for constellations during each season of the year and talked about their lives, their rule and their kids. They had come to the mutual agreement to not quarrel when they were watching the sky from their luxurious balcony. Both of them had held themselves to their agreement and thus Zeus was able to cherish those specific memories of them spending time on their balcony to the fullest.

Standing in one of the more bigger projection rooms the Jade Rabbit Planetarium had to offer, Zeus looked at how different stars and planets glimmered across the sky. The mere view of them after all this time still had a calming effect on the Greek lightning god. He looked completely serene as he walked slowly through the room, eyes searching for a specific constellation. Halting in his steps once he had found the Leo constellation, a small soft smile appeared on his face. He remembered clearly how his wife had ordered for this constellation to be made. She had used the lion for some vicious scheme of hers and every time he saw this constellation the god couldn’t help himself but feel love for his wife. Taking the constellation in some more, his own expression and demeanor was serene and soft. It also showing the love he felt at that moment in time.

Suddenly he got aware of how he was being watched. Instantly turning his head to the side to look at another constellation, Zeus’ gaze and stance remained serene however. Only the love he had displayed before was entirely gone since he didn’t want anyone to see. Starting to walk again, because he thought that the person who had looked at him could perhaps be a random bystander, Zeus headed over to another hall where he was able to find a balcony where one was able to lay down on a blanket and stargaze. Planning on positioning himself comfortably on the blanket, Zeus felt how he was still being watched. Knowing then that the person hadn’t been just a random bystander, because they had followed him to this other more private room, Zeus turned his head so he could look at the one who apparently wanted something from him.

“I don’t know,” Akira answered, a small pout on his face. He tried again to create a sphere out of the moonlight, but it quickly flickered and disappeared into the night. Of course, he still hadn’t perfected his powers, but he didn’t think he was that bad. The moonlight didn’t seem to want to cooperate with him, slipping from his grip each time he tried to use it.

Akira sighed and laid back on the grass, looking up at his boss. He tried his best to compile his thoughts and told her, “It’s hard to use my powers some days. I feel as if I’m disconnected, does that make sense? Dad says I should focus with my mind on the moon, but my mind gets all stuffed up with other things and I can’t focus at all.”

Morrigan doesn't really care for waking up before noon, but if there's anything she's learned in her centuries of existence, it's that nothing gets done unless you do it, and things get done even slower if you task mortals with doing it. Demi-gods are, unfortunately, more human than god when it comes to some things, and so the only one handling the finances and paperwork in her life, is the goddess herself. She doesn't trust others to keep things how she likes them.

Therefore this fine morning finds her unlocking the Minx and slipping into the welcoming dimness, leaving her office door open as she hunkers down to begin sifting through emails and progress reports. No mortal could handle the workload of owning and managing an odd hundred dozen businesses, conglomerates and companies.

The bar is fully stocked, but as the Morrigan sits she almost finds herself wishing she had picked up something to eat or drink. Preferably something other than peanuts and liquor. With a sigh she goes through the meticulous process of ordering something and then selecting a demi-god she favors to bring her coffee. She surely isn't going back out into the sunlight to get it herself. As if any of the children would deny her demands.

It should be a while to wait, and so she fully immerses herself in her work, losing herself in the still silence of the club as she types away.

She must have left the door unlocked because the sound of it opening breaks her trance and she instantly checks the time. It's much too early. That leaves a hundred other possibilities, though, and mood soured she sweeps down the hall, scanning the dance floor from above on the balcony, eyes narrowed.