#mpxjacob

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she may have perhaps gone a bit overboard with the amount of drinks she poured down her throat earlier, but after the second one, a friend of hers had walked in and then there’d been three more at least and dionysus knows not to pour her the shitty stuff so here she is, skin pleasantly abuzz and brain properly dehydrated with the alcohol. she feels it more like the off little feeling it is to her own ability, that little bit wrong about herself, but she has come to enjoy that feeling, the knowledge that she could fix it at any point in time but simply chooses not to; chooses to let the alcohol loosen up her boundaries and rigidness. to enable her the chance to feel the air all around her so much clearer, to not think so much while she’s taking in the night around her.

that is, of course, until there is a disturbance in her peace, something at the edge of her awareness that sits far more wrong than her own discomfort. and so her feet automatically change their course, moving to intercept the walking demigod. as she approaches him, she focuses her gaze a little more to take him in more critically, gaze wandering to the places where she can feel he’s been injured from a fight he had, and when he comes fully into view she sees then what she’s not fully embraced before.

there walks a son of arawn, one of that many brood of troublemakers, as far as she’s concerned most of the time, but today she feels some sympathy, and so rather than let him pass her by like she usually would, she tsks at him as she shakes her head, closing the last of the distance between them and taking hold of his head. she’s gentle with her power, doesn’t let it rush into him like a flood, but rather trickle like a little stream, flowing past each of his wounds almost simultaneously and healing them in the span of three heartbeats. when she’s done, she lets go of his face with one hand, using the other to gently pet his hair.

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Arawn wasn’t one for showing affection. It wasn’t his place after all, but the knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. He set his book aside and let Rocco and Dracula make their way to the door. He opened the door to see his son there. He was shocked, but stepped aside to let him in. Catching a whiff of alcohol, Arawn knew that this wasn’t a regular social visit. After all, the other had made it abundantly clear that he hated him and well, he wasn’t going to force conversation. He closed the door, his dogs whining at Jacob, but it seemed that the other was way too drunk to even realize that he was at his father’s place. 

“To be completely correct, I was the one that kissed you.” he grins but seeing that the younger is having a hard time coming to terms with what happens he still steps forward into Jacob’s personal space. 

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the celtic god of the underworld was known as an intimidating god. there were so many stories rife with rumors and assumptions on how he acted and what sort of person he was. arawn disliked such things. he disliked the whole idea of trying to fit into society that always changed, a society that didn’t respect the rules. rules existed for the sake of the natural balance, and arawn believed that maybe upon his arrival here, the rules will be easier to follow. But no. 

And Arawn is faced with some issues as well simultaneously. Number 1: The presence of other celts. Partially annoys him and partially doesn’t. Two: his kids. The gremlins. He’d sent Rocco to search for his kids and make sure that they are safe. Dracula stayed by his side. Time passed and Arawn liked being in Mount Phoenix. His unique vibes weren’t under fire (yet). 

On a nice afternoon, following his classes, he’d decided to go out on a walk with Dracula, his second hound by his side. He had a feeling he knew where his second hound was and it seemed he was correct. That day, he’d decided on his usual simple black trenchcoat with a flat knee hight boot. He’d saved his elaborate coats for a warmer day and since it was winter, his heeled boots were saved for later as well. 

[[ Yes, this is an old ask. I just have so much shit in my log to clear out that I said why not do it all! If you’re getting an old ask answered then you can absolutely feel free to use for an interaction thread! ]]

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     Reflexively he laughs then it seems that what is said catches up with him. Slowly his eyes widen and he turns his head to look at the other man at the bar that he’s visiting as if to say, ‘What the hell is wrong with you bro?’ It’s not that it isn’t what danced across his head as he watched the too-handsy person get chucked out but still! It’s very ballsy to say aloud!

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“I didn’t think those stupid things actually worked! Hasbro makes them, for fuck’s sake!” Jacob retorted, ducking to avoid a vase that flew through the air toward him. “Not to mention that I was sort of joking-- you’re the one who jumped on the stupid idea. Shouldn’t you have known better?” At least he had the excuse of just being a dumb ne'er-do-well who didn’t know any better. Hades had no such excuse.

“You’re literally the god of the underworld, can’t you do something about this? Banish the spirits or whatever it is that you do?”

He can’t help it; he’s endlessly amused. Watching a vase sail through the air at the demigod - who evades it on time - he follows its trajectory back to the few spirits they’ve summoned who are now wreaking havoc on the room they’re in. One of them is a particularly mean looking one who’s clearly got some evil intent, but considering Hades keeps his true nature properly cloaked while in the Upperworld, the creature has no idea yet who exactly he’s dealing with.

So he’s having a good laugh at the side, ducking to avoid some books launched in his direction and grinning brightly when the young demigod asks him if he doesn’t have some sort of skill to deal with these creatures. “But you suggested a spirit board!” He calls back easily. “I thought you wanted to summon spirits? Why else would we use one!” He ducks underneath another series of books, then puts his hand on the trembling armchair to keep any of the spirits from launching that around the room - it’s a little too much fun, even if you ask him.

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Siobhan looked up from the book on her lap. She was sitting on a blanket in a quiet area of the park, enjoying the cooler autumn air. With Jacob’s question, she pulled out one of her earbuds and tried listening carefully for what he could have heard. Just as she was about to shrug at the boy across from her and put her earbud back in, she heard what could have been a scream from the trees behind them. Her eyes widened a bit as she turned to look over her shoulder then back at Jacob - anxiety rising in her chest at the sound.

“Um, maybe we should go? The last thing I want is to end up on my boss's table as a murder victim and if you get me killed I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.”