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Felix woke up slowly, first becoming aware of the sound of chirping birds and wind stirring tree branches, as well as the hard feeling of wooden slats against his back. When he finally opened his eyes, the night sky stretched above him, just a few stars visible. He sat up slowly, looking around. He did not know how he had gotten there, or why he was there. For that matter, what was his name? He shoved his hands into his pockets, searching for something, but he came up with just a few gum wrappers and chapstick.

That was when he started to panic. He had no wallet or phone, he did not remember his name or where he lived or who he was at all. He did not remember what had led to him waking up on a park bench in the first place. Was he homeless? Had he been mugged? Had he fallen and hit his head? He lifted a hand to check for injuries, but his face and head seemed fine.

Well, what now? He pursed his lips, wiping his sleeve across his eyes. He wasn’t some lost little kid (right?). He wasn’t just going to sit there and cry. He was going to do... something. Maybe he could go to the police. Or maybe-

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as he’s headed from his home to the bar, long strides taking him to his destination fairly quickly, there is one particular face he notices among the others that captures his attention and causes him to come to a temporary full stop before it causes a smile to bloom on his features that lightens his entire demeanour.

the smile remains as he puts himself into motion again, but eventually does fade away as he slowly makes his way over to the familiar face. she’s walking in roughly the same direction as him, her face having only been visible as she looked to the side, and so he is able to make good use of the long legs to catch up with her.

he moves in a way that is the least suspicious, eventually seeming to just naturally end up beside her. it’s not that they’ve spoken all that often or that they’re sharing their hearts’ desires with each other, but they certainly have seen enough of each other by now to know exactly who the other is and to even warrant a certain familiarity.

it is not with familiarity that he turns his head to look at her, though, but with something more of curiosity etched into his features. his gaze holds hers for a moment, then temporarily wanders over her outfit.

“well hello there,” he says, voice warm and almost to be called sultry. as he moves his gaze back to her own eyes, the expression on his face turns into a little smug smirk, all the more indication of how he is apparently flirting with this beautiful woman next to him.

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“I would never be that cruel, my dear. Just because I am not interested in buying this set does not mean you have to abandon it completely.” Nuwa was paying Aphrodite a visit at the Greek Goddess’ place of work - the lingerie store. And, as always when Nuwa showed up, Aphrodite insisted on trying to find her something to wear.

Nuwa, however, did not see the necessity. “Is there a reason you are so persistent on selling me one of these? I am sure it cannot be due to monetary needs, your sales are going great, I presume.”

Aphrodite was known to be a little overdramatic, especially when it came to something like her garments (though, admittedly, she was even worse when the topic of prettiness came up). When Nuwa hadn’t immediately thrown herself at the set - and it was one of Aphrodite’s favourites: all soft pink silk and delicate lace - the Goddess had been utterly offended. 

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If he was going to be honest, Poseidon had no idea what he was getting into when he agreed to join the City Council. Not only did he not know the amount of paperwork involved but, he also didn’t realize there were so few gods running the damn thing. He had a lot of respect for Amaterasu and Nuwa for handling things as just the two of them for who knows how long. He had a lot of catching up to do, as the last few meetings had shown him but, as much as he wanted to quit he wasn’t about to abandon the two goddesses. He had a feeling they could handle it if he did but, he felt bad that they had so much work between the two of them and decided to stay.

He’d been making a habit of letting himself into Nuwa’s office and chatting her ear off as well as, coming to meetings in the gaudiest Hawaiian shirts or active gear. The god also started a game with himself, trying everything under his belt to try and get the seemingly flawless dragon goddess to crack. He knew that there was no way she could stay so poised and perfect all the time and he had made it his mission to see into the cracks of that porcelain mask she wears.

Poseidon was running late... again. A job had taken longer to handle at the firehouse and he rushed into that week's council meeting still adorned in his Chief’s uniform from that days work. The meeting went as it should and he was quick to follow Nuwa back into her office, a playful grin plastered on his lips. As they walked through the halls Poseidon spoke up with a proposition.

“You should come out and have a drink with me tonight, Nuwa. All my firefighters will be at Minx and I want to get to know you better, outside of all this council stuff.”

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Nuwa laughed, looking down at Tohil from her hovering true form. She’d spent a lot of time exploring the island and finding nice, quiet spots, and today she and Tohil planned to go to one of those. But, of course, Tohil being who he was, such a trip could not be taken without some… dramatics.

She enjoyed being in her other forms outside the city, as she felt they gave her more freedom. And now here she was, her long serpent tail a meter or so above the ground. She was already taller in her true form (half woman half serpent) than in her human form, but floating a little was an easier way of travel than slithering. “Come on, darling, I promise I won’t try to hurt you~”

"you won’t have to try, you’ll just succeed!” he counters with an air of terror, as if he’s shaking in his boots at seeing her shape next to him, as if she truly is intent on kidnapping him to her cave of treasures, the way dragons and serpents alike are often depicted in the stories.

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“Hm?” Hongbin blinked slowly, watching Nuwa’s face for a long moment. What did she mean by that? What did she know? There was something very unsettling about what she had said. “Well if you are you, can you forget who you are? Seems unlikely that you could,” he reasoned, trying to shake off the cold feeling that had settled over him. He knew who he was, and that had nothing to do with certain events that were for some reason coming to mind.

“There’s some things you can’t forget, that’s got to be one of them.”

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“The… ghosts?” Nuwa raised one eyebrow in amusement. Apparently someone had told Auralie, the sweetheart daughter of one of Nuwa’s closest friends, that the ghosts in horror movies were real and would haunt people. Whose fault it was, or why they had done it, was a mystery.

“My dearest, you need not worry about such things.” She gently took the girl’s arm as they walked. “Your mother is one of my most treasured friends. You are under my protection, and I would never allow any ghost to haunt or harm you.” With a motherly smile, Nuwa reached out her free hand to brush a strand of hair behind Aura’s ear.

“But they’re still scary,” she admitted in a small voice, a frown on her pretty lips and a furrow between her brows, “I told other people and they didn’t believe me either, but I’m certain of it! That’s why you always have nightmares after those sorts of movies. The ghosts have followed you to bed.”

Aura shook her head, wanting to rid herself of the terrifying images that had come to her mind - ghosts with long, weed like black hair and black holes for eyes and a dirty dress.