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(...) After dinner, the two made their way outside to sit around the fire and sip tea. Krystal was wrapped in a warm blanket as she and Airmid admired to clear sky and the stars, talking softly about constellations. A yawn finally spilled from the demigod's lips as she set her empty mug in her lap. The full-day had her feeling comfortably sleepy by this point in the evening. “As beautiful as this is, I should probably head home to get some sleep soon.” Krystal turned her head to see Airmid’s reaction but was stunned by the three words spilling from the goddesses lips. Brown eyes widened in shock and her lips parted gently as she frantically scanned Airmid’s face for a sign of where that came from.

Her heart was warm and fuzzy, her palms sweating as she pulled the blanket tighter around her. Her mind was racing like an Olympic sprinter as she tried to process. Three words she’d wanted to hear from her mother her whole life that she had given up on, seeing how obviously damaged her mother was like herself. Three words she’d only heard from close friends and her grandmother. At first, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her until she saw that Airmid was a bit stunned as well. Finally, she blinked as tears threatened to begin pooling in her eyes, however, she didn’t look away from Airmid’s face. Holding eye contact for the longest they probably ever had.

“Y-you love me?”

she did not plan for this.

if they ever write the chronicles of airmid, it should be noted that she did not plan for this. not for any of this. not for krystal to walk into her life damaged and broken, not for her to reveal herself as the girl’s mother, not for them to keep talking, not for them to be friends and especially not for this moment under the stars where those three words spill from her lips so thoughtlessly. she’s vaguely aware krystal just said something about going home as well, but she’d not been paying proper attention, too lost in thought and the moment itself.

as the stunned silence stretches out between them, airmid finds herself looking at her daughter like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in her position, and in that very moment she hates herself, hates herself with an intensity that goes beyond anything normal. for how could she? how could she betray the one daughter she chose to have, to keep, to raise, to love? how could she...

krystal’s eyes pool with tears, emotion clearly choking the young woman, and airmid is aware of every shift of her body, every little twist in her muscles, everything all at once; hyper aware of this woman who is at once a stranger and yet also her daughter, blood of her blood, and apparently somehow has found herself a little spot in airmid’s heart as well.

she remembers this well, this very same feeling she had the first time she realised exactly how important poseidon had become to her. she remembers leaving that very same second, walking out of his life again for several years once more. she’d kept him at arms length for years and he’d patiently waited for the distance between them to close all the way until she’d finally accepted him fully - centuries after their first meeting. she doesn’t have that luxury with krystal, doesn’t have centuries, hardly has decades, these mortal lives so fleeting, and she wonders briefly how hard it will hurt her when this girl also comes to the end of her time on this earth. but then her eyes focus fully on the young woman when she speaks, asks that tentative question, and there is no other answer in the world but honesty.

she reaches out a hand slowly, fingers gently touching krystal’s cheek, brushing through the hair on the side of her face and then just as slowly pulls away again; a very deliberate touch. “i love you,” she repeats herself then, like a confirmation of her earlier words, as well as an answer to the question both in krystal’s eyes as in her words. she lets her hand come to rest gently atop krystal’s, a safer touch for the girl she thinks than anything so close to her face.

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what is a friend if not someone you can return to at the end of a long, hard day and finding peace in their presence, no matter whether they’re quiet or loud, peaceful or all over the place? it isn’t often that sveinn finds someone like that to him, someone he doesn’t mind having around no matter what his mood, someone who he considers a friend.

krystal is definitely one of those people. it’s still funny to him that they found each other on a dating app of all places, even more funny that on their initial date they’d both just gotten drunk on wine and somehow that had made the conversation one of the most interesting ones he’d had in a long time. and the rest is honestly history, as they say. he really didn’t see anyone more often than he saw her in the months he spent on mount phoenix before, and she is the only person he’s kept in contact with even after he left.

just like when she had returned after a venture into the real world, so did he now stand on her doorstep. in a little pot in his hand, he’d grown a small assortment of wildflowers, all blooming in the most aesthetically pleasing combination of colours. if it weren’t a gift, he might have even taken them to his studio to paint them first - it was a relief it hadn’t been rented out to anyone else yet and he could just go back to life as he knew it before.

the reason for his return, he’s not entirely sure of himself yet, the ever present restlessness having abated only for a while before it returned full force and forced him to return to the island. and still he is a little restless, but the thought of seeing her is the best way to numb the feeling he’s found in a long time.

💕Celebrating the union of Amaterasu and Eros💕

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Hwiyoung generally preferred to eat his lunch alone. It wasn’t from the lack of company, because it seemed like most younger women in the hospital had him tagged as their next bad boy project, but rather because he enjoyed the solitary time. It was a moment of silence in his otherwise busy day and he didn’t need to concern himself with conversations. Of course, not all days went as planned and, as soon as Krystal took a seat across from him, Hwiyoung watched her with a raised brow.

Fair enough, the rest of the lounge was packed and - at the very least - she was easy on the eyes. Hwiyoung had seen Krystal around, noted that she was rather close with the latest resident that he was screwing, but had never had a reason to speak with her.

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it’s not normal, happening too many times in a row and he’s not sure what triggers it, but it’s becoming an issue by now, especially since he gets no warning anymore these days, not until it’s too late to get himself back to a safe place. so he grabs on to the first person in his vicinity the second his strength seeps away, quite literally almost falling on them as he wraps his arms around their shoulders to keep him upright a few moments longer.

“call an ambulance. i need..... doctor ..... jung.”

like a candle blown out his body becomes an empty shell within seconds, slipping to the floor despite the stranger’s attempts to help him stay upright. his eyes close on their own, his body nearly lifeless if it weren’t for the very faint heartbeat left behind in it.

for a few seconds longer nothing happens, and then the stranger does as told, calling the ambulance. it doesn’t take them all too long to reach him - he’s on one of the main streets, luckily - and the stranger remembers his request, so his need for the specific doctor is communicated on as well.

off the ambulance goes not long after, back to the hospital, where he is wheeled into the ER with a body temperature that is too cold to be acceptable, a heartbeat that is too slow to sustain proper oxygen flow to the brain and the statement that doctor jung is needed.

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it’s been just a few days that she’s back now. she’s visited both the gods she’d been wanting to see and has made the climb up to her little cottage as well. all in all foiseach was in good shape still, though some parts of her garden needed a little work. amaterasu had been more than willing to help with that, and so her day had been spent quite nicely so far.

and then, a little after the sun goddess had left her to it again for the day, she’d decided to call the hospital and check the doctor’s schedules. and upon hearing krystal was working that evening and had quite a long-running shift, she’d almost automatically gotten to work preparing an energising herbal drink to take to the hospital with her.

it was only when she was halfway down the mountain road that she realised what she was doing, and she almost turned back around at the implications of it all. yet there was not letting the world know your feelings and then there was lying to yourself, and she’d learned long ago that the latter brought nothing but pain and misery.

so she continued on her path, eventually making it to the hospital. which is where she is now, asking whether doctor jung would have a break soon. she’s told the young woman has been working almost non-stop for several hours now and will probably be forced to take some time off soon. nodding her head in thanks, she heads over to the doctor’s break room, only to realise three hallways away that the young woman is already there.

she once again falters for a split second, before strengthening her resolve and continuing on her way once more. when she reaches the break room, she opens the door like she always did, stepping inside and glancing around at the people present, before her gaze focuses on the doctor she came looking for.

“here,” she says in a manner of greeting, putting the cup with the herbal blend on the table in front of the young woman. “i heard you’ve been working nonstop for hours again, it’ll help you make it through the rest of your shift.” as she pulls her hand away, she fixes the young doctor with a scrutinising look, taking in her demeanour as if to check how tired she looks. not that she needs it to know what shape the young woman is in, but it gives her an excuse to put a hand almost gently on krystal’s shoulder and allow a small trickle of energy to flow into her... doctor.

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Krystal gasped in surprise as only a minute after opening his door, Sveinn pulled her into an embrace. Once she processed it she couldn’t help but chuckle and wrap her arms around his middle, her cheek laid on his chest. She’d missed him a lot while she was away, she missed all of her friends here on the island but, she needed to get away for a bit. Being wrapped up in a warm hug from one of her closest friends only hours after returning was exactly what she needed to feel welcomed home. After a moment Krystal pulled away and looked up at her dear friend with a playful smile on her lips.

“I take it you missed me?”

he’d not seen his friend in quite a while, had not even been given a goodbye. at one point he’d just texted her to check up on her and he’d been told she’d travelled away from the island to visit some old friends and find peace of mind. a good thing, of course, he had only been capable of telling her to take care and have a good time.

that did not mean he did not worry. did not mean he didn’t every so often think of her and wonder if she was doing fine or if life was trying to get her down far away, where he could not simply pull her into an embrace and keep all the bad things at bay with his mere presence alone.

so it’s no surprise that when he opens his door one particular day to find her in front of it, his arms find their way around her instantly, pulling her into his chest and becoming the protective circle they’ve always been for her, and doesn’t let go until the moment she pulls away to look up at him, playfulness in her expression. he takes it as a sign that her time away was fruitful, but that doesn’t change the way he looks down at her with those usual piercing dark eyes, peeking at her from beneath his now blue hair.

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“I said I would think about taking a break for a couple of days, Sveinn.” Krystal looked over her shoulder at her friend as she finished tucking her shirt into her jeans. She was about to grab her doctor’s coat from the back of her couch when she looked at him for a moment before trying to remember where she left her keys. She was running late for her shift that evening when she’d answered the door for Sveinn. “And I didn’t get a chance to bring it up with my attending yet this week, so I still have to go in for my shift tonight. I will ask them about taking a couple days next week.”

Her eyes landed on her keys that laid on her coffee table and she headed for them as she pulled her white coat on. After scooping them up in her hands, she rushed to put her hair up into a ponytail and finally look back to her friend. “Besides, my prescription went through so I actually slept through the night last night, I’m fine.”

Which was a damn lie because; news flash - she wasn’t fine.

"if you’re fine, i’m a social butterfly,” he deadpans the second after the words leave her mouth, holding up her phone which he grabbed from the table earlier and dangling it in the air in front of him. “just call in sick, you need to get some proper rest.” there’s a frown on his face just then, worry for her etched into every line of his expression as well as a slight sense of disapproval at her utter refusal to stay home from work.