#mpxseshat

@mpxseshat

It was an exploring day. Felix was still trying to get the lay of the land, so he was wandering around trying to orient himself. That was when he spotted a large building that he had not entered before. The Phoenix Museum and Library. Honestly, probably a good location for someone like him to spend some time in, given his utter lack of knowledge. However, he realized upon entering, libraries might not be his scene. It was too quiet, too stuffy. Wandering among the shelves, he felt small and lost.

In fact, he realized quickly, he was lost. Stuck in the middle of a sea of tall shelves with no idea where he had entered. Uh oh.

He was just considering calling out for some help (annoying as that would probably be to anyone else in there), when he spotted a lady at a desk through the stacks. He hurried over to her and stopped beside the desk, a little perplexed when she did not so much as look up from whatever it was she was doing. There was a strange air about her-- he got the feeling she had not left this place in a really long time.

“What is there you need to tell me Sun? Something I don’t already know I hope or I just paused my reading for nothing.” — continued from here by @mpxseshat

It wasn’t uncommon to find Jimin awake far past his bed time, though it was much less common to find him in Mukashi-Kara with the shop lights turned on. Not all of them even, just a few to keep the shadows in the corners at bay and to help his already sharp eyes pick out lines and indents and tiny shapes that form his wagashi. It was a habit that he picked up from his grandmother so long ago, taking advantage of her insomnia and his restlessness to practice shapes or make up new ones. Over time it had become something he did when his mind wouldn’t quiet down and the guilt once again ate at him slowly from within.

What he hadn’t expected - ears and tail drooped in exhaustion and unhappiness, firm frown of concentration marring his usually sunny face - was for someone to walk into the shop so late at night. It was obviously not open, it was far too late for that. No one else was even out on the streets. Except, apparently, one woman who wandered into the sweets shop with some intention other than buying sweets. Though if she asked very nicely, Jimin was sure to give her some.

"Well..."

Sliding the other goddess a calculated look, dark eyes shadowing as Morrigan tilts her head, a soft laugh passes lacquered lips.

"You don't seem the type to really put your foot down and kill an enemy's loved one, so I would suggest making someone's life a living hell. Make sure everyone knows it was you, too. An example usually does the trick if you have a weak stomach~  Why? Is someone disrespecting you? You know i’ll help you sweet one, all you must do is ask. "

good morning / good night sentence starters.

“Well now it couldn’t have been that long ago-” Wukong all but grumbles through a yawn as he stretches out long limbs, ankles crossed as they rest on the deep mahogany top of his desk, black leather Oxfords catching the faint yellow glow from his desk lamp or the bright white from his PC screen. His tie was askew, shirt far from fresh and crumpled, and forgotten biscuits crumble in the breast pocket of his white lab coat as he fills the room with another, loud, open mouth yawn. Slowly lowering his arm from where he had been cradling the back of his head, he sniffs and blinks blearily at the face of his watch.

When something lights up in the kitchen suddenly, Dionysus is instantly awake. He groans and rubs his eyes, then rolls off of Seshat’s couch and pads over ti the kitchen to find her staring groggily into the fridge. It seemed as if she had been standing there for several moments, not really looking through the fridge so much as into it. Classic midnight munchies. Unfortunately for the goddess, munchies were not what was going to help her right now.

“C’mon, Sesh. Back to bed. I’ll make breakfast in the morning.”

Dionysus takes a moment to fetch a glass and fill it with water before taking Seshat by the arm and leading her gently back to her bedroom. After a night of rather heavy drinking - which seemed to be the only kind that Seshat did, as it was always either no drinking or a little too much drinking - Dio had escorted the goddess home to make sure she got safely into bed. Or rather, he had been her crutch on her way home since she hadn’t seemed terribly capable of staying upright with the sheer quantity of alcohol in her system. Even so, she was an awfully good time when pumped full of alcohol.

At the sound of his name on Seshat’s lips, Hwiyoung smirked; what people had told her about the Goddess weren’t all lies. He had never met her before, least of her introduced himself to her, and yet he was certain that she already knew everything there was to him. It was somewhat intimidating, knowing that she could be aware of his every vulnerable secret, but the skill was curious enough for Hwiyoung not to care.

“Oh, well I’ve never been particularly good at that,” he responded with a shrug, “Blame my father, I heard that he’s insufferably annoying. Though I expect that you already know that.” He took a step back, looking her right in the eyes.

Blair listened to Seshat speak with furrowed brows and an incredulous expression. Truth be told, she had never even been a good student in school and, back then, they were only trying to explain basic things like maths. Seshat, however, was explaining in detail the life and psychology behind Ted Bundy.