#mpxposeidon

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where you gonna go? i can’t tell you that someday in the sky we'll see the same sun on the rise, yeah wherever you go, far as tokyo i can say; i'll see you again

starter for @mpxposeidon​ ft phobetor & poseidon 

With his little black book of contacts open in front of him, pen stilled and one long leg folded over the other, Phobetor’s eyes lift from his notes as he hears a snippet of a conversation by the coffee shop counter, and something catches his interest. Along with some of his other qualities, his guiding nature, his resourcefulness and skills at reading people... the god of nightmares is incredibly nosy. So, when he hears mention of one particular name, he can’t help the way his dark eyebrow slowly arches, and he sits forward in a feigned gesture of reaching for his (long empty) coffee mug to peer around the small gathering and at one person in particular.  

So that is their fire chief? The one keeping them all safe at night, protector of their city? Even his internal monologue was dripping with sarcasm. Not because he didn’t appreciate the work they did, of course, but he’s just such a teasing little shit when it comes to men with authority. “Hmm..” he lets a small, appreciative hum pass his lips as his eyes take a meandering path down, lips pursing with a small nod of approval. Not bad. Just his luck, meeting two firemen! Well, he hasn’t met this one... yet, but if there is one thing Phobetor is not afraid to do, it’s take matters into his own hands. 

mount phoenix city with @mpxposeidon

if she’s still carrying with her the sweater she silently borrowed from yixing’s wardrobe upon entering his apartment, that’s something only she has to know. and if she’s come straight from the night spent there, that is also something no one else needs to find out. at least she’d taken the time to have a delicious breakfast, then stepped under a hot shower and made herself presentable all over again before eventually leaving the apartment alongside her most beloved; him on his way to work and her on her way to visit the other person she’d missed during her time away.

funny how living in the same city as him for a few months would make her become so used to his presence. funny how, after almost centuries of mostly solitude, it had only taken a few months for her to allow him past her walls fully. he’d long managed to find himself a spot in her heart, somewhere from very near their first encounter, but it had been a small spot, a place for her sea boy who she’d call upon through the waves sometimes just to spend some time together. at this point, she honestly can’t call it small anymore. can’t call him a passing romance anymore either.

at this point, she thinks she should tell him her name, give him every part of her that she’d been keeping from him so far, because in her heart and soul, she knows he’s already holding all of her in the palm of his hands anyway.

it’s not really a surprise that once she’s passed by the firehouse to find him not there, she becomes aware of him as she starts heading towards the beach. she knows he tends to keep some of his awareness open to her as well, but she also knows that whenever he’s enveloped in the ocean waters, he doesn’t always notice when she’s around until she makes herself known. she can only hope it’s the same this time, because she’d love to surprise him.

as she reaches the beach, she quietly takes off her sandals, wrapping them up in the sweater and pressing the ball against her stomach as she steps into the sand. it’s warm on her feet, even if they haven’t passed noon yet, and she gladly lets it slip between her toes, feel the earth under her feet once more. the mortal world is sadly lacking in the natural feel of things, and so she’s more than happy to indulge in it again.

she is even happier when she looks over at the shoreline only to get front row tickets to the sight of poseidon in nothing but his swimming shorts walking out of the ocean, glistening wet in the rays of the sun that perfectly highlight the toned lines of his upper body. she takes a moment - a long moment - as she continues walking silently to just appreciate that quite enticing sight, and then takes the next moment - perhaps even longer - to think of all the things she could do with her mouth on that smooth skin.

Airmid @ The Summer Gala

“My fantasies?” Phobetor repeats playfully with a raise of his eyebrow, before chuckling gently as Poseidon finishes his silly antics. Luckily Phobetor had known his fellow Greek long enough to deal with his harmless, yet overbearing charm and sees the playful side behind it. “That would make you a thing of nightmares, dear sea king-” he hums teasingly before flashing him a wink. 

--*

    He’s not really gotten more than a brief few seconds with Poseidon in...well, most of their existence if he’s honest. To Eros that is a real shame too but as far as those in his pantheon go, this particular god hasn’t caused much grief for him or for his duties as a love god. Knowing that he isn’t even that far away and having heard about him through friends Eros decides to take a more firm greeting into his hands one day.

  Quick as he can the lust god makes his way to the fire station and drops a note at the main entrance.

   “Poseidon,

      I thought it was a shame that I haven’t had any time really to say hello to you since we both live here. Talk about a small world by the way! Anyway, I was in the library again and happened across a book about you and your many stories and thought to myself it’s high time to really make an effort to know the you of now instead of just knowing the you of my youth and from messy human accounts (which are sometimes dismally out of proportion). Hope this note finds you well and that we can make some time to connect!

-In Love-

  Eros “

@mpxposeidon 

being with poseidon is always a little bit of an exciting thing ever since she returned to mount phoenix to find him by the water, thow herself in his arms and confess her deep and true love for him. the joy of new love, she thinks, with the butterflies and the racing heart and the way she can’t seem to get enough of him no matter how many times she wraps her arms around him, kisses him, nearly devours him a lot of the time too. how he did it she does not know, but sometimes it feels like he found himself a spot in that same deep, hidden place in her heart where yixing settled as well, where she thought none other ever would manage to reach.

perhaps it is because he is so endlessly gentle with her, so timelessly loyal, always coming to find her when she calls, never tiring of her despite how much she kept him at arm’s length in the past. perhaps it is the simple act of proven, unconditional love. in any case; their being together is all the more exciting to her today, now, with her gifts for him resting wrapped atop the blankets of his bed, right next to the breakfast she made him after what she can easily call another great night spent together. it’s second christmas day morning, and she’s excited like a little child, looking between him and the gifts with a happy grin and bright eyes.

one is shaped like a square box, wrapped in glossy blue wrapping paper, tied with soft grey ribbons and a pearl white bow. the other is small, wrapped in glossy black paper, tied with silver ribbons and a soft turquoise bow. the red dress she’d bought to wear for delivering these presents to her lovers lays forgotten on the floor where he took it off her the night before, but she doesn’t quite mind considering she’s now dressed in one of poseidon’s large sweaters, which smells like him and also makes her feel comfortably wrapped up due to how big it is on her, with her hands hidden in the sleeves no matter how far she stretches them.

my muse was left in charge of decorations by your muse, but now they need your muse help with it

how in the flying fuck did he get himself tangled up in this shit? he doesn’t even work at the damn fire department, but somehow this nine foot tall god - he’s exaggerating only slightly here - grabbed him by the shoulder, pushed a box of decorations in his hand and said “these go over there.”

so now here he is, over there, with about twenty pieces of decoration still to hang and struggling to get them up. these are big pieces, after all, and he’s only one man with a single chair to help him out, so by the time he makes it to the other side with his chair, the one side has come loose again already and like that it’s a neverending story of how he can’t hang this decoration by himself.