#mpxzeus

@mpxyoongi & @mpxzeus ft. @mpxdove 

osiris casually tugs the strap of his backpack a little better over his shoulder as he walks closer up to the edge of the forest. on his left, yoongi is walking quite confidently, even though the demigod’s face clearly expresses how much he likes the idea of the god on his right also joining their hunt for the monster that is hidden deep in the forest. now, monsters in the forest aren’t exactly strange, but this one has apparently been eating a lot of island inhabitants, and they can’t have that. so there’s an official excursion into the woods to find and kill the creature, and osiris as chief of police is, of course, a part of that.

almost like by design, his phone buzzes in his pocket the moment he’s about to set foot into the forest, and he pulls it out with furrowed eyebrows. “hold on i need to take this,” he tells his companions, pausing in his steps to pick up the call so that his forensic consultant can tell him what’s up. she’s relaying some basic information to him, but he has absolutely no issue humming and frowning like he’s being given some very questionable news. “oh no, that sounds dangerous,” he says, to the confusion of dove, who had been talking about paperwork, no doubt. “i better not let you handle that alone. hold on a minute.”

he takes the phone from his ear and looks over at zeus. “so sorry, but you got this, right?” he asks, to which the greek god shrugs and nods. then he turns his gaze to yoongi. “i gotta head back to the precinct, but i’m sure you two will be fine,” he says to his friend as well, nodding and motioning him off into the forest before bringing the phone back to his ear. “i’m headed back there right now, keep talking,” he tells dove - who probably has entirely no idea anymore what he’s on about, but does that really matter? he’ll make it up to her with a yummy lunch later. just before he turns away to leave, he gives yoongi a thumbs up and mouths good luck with your grandfather-in-law! then he’s out of there.

Psyche knew from the very moment she stepped foot inside the elevator something would happen. Of course being gods as they were, it never seemed to stop mechanical issues or random such mundane situations from occurring and halting any sort of activity the occupants inside needed to deal with for the day. Instead of freaking out, because internally she was screaming and shaking out of fear. But on the outside she was fine — she was so good at masking emotions at times. Especially at times whenever she didn’t want to feel the fear that nipped at her. She sighed heavily, body leaning against the metal shell they were within and she nodded. “I wonder how long until someone notices that were in here stuck?” She questioned out loud, eyes shifting around the small area before settling directly onto the others face. “This is kind of scary” she chuckled nervously and continued to look at him, scanning his face for some sort of comfort but she couldn’t find it.

exhaustion sentence starters | accepting

Artemis hadn't fallen asleep on purpose - but moving to the city had fucked up her sleep schedule so tremendously, it would have basically been impossible for her to not drift off while Zeus was chattering on and cooking dinner. It didn't help, perhaps, that he had showed up without warning (well, maybe - it was possible he had contacted Apollo on one of those phone things and her brother just hadn't told her), and she had already been half-asleep on the couch despite it being early in the evening.

"Nonsense? I didn't realize you were so sensitive about someone accurately describing your behaviour, Zeus. Gonna need a thicker skin than that when you hear what the mythology podcasts have to say about you."

@mpxzeus continued from here

Valentina was unashamed at how little it took to get her swooning, charming banter and a handsome face were her kryptonite, and this man - wait, god - had both in surplus. However, she could tell pretty quickly he wasn’t expecting to be met with the same energy. To be fair she was good at pretending to be a bimbo around men to trick them into spending money on her but, she was no naive girl. She was grown and knew her way around a flirtatious conversation in a club. With alcohol flowing and bass pumping, this was her playground.

Looking up at him through her lashes, her plump bottom lip held between her teeth, trying to hold back a chuckle as he seemed to take her playful comment well. She may be easy to please in conversation but, not just anyone would get the honor of pinning her to a wall, and even less would get the pleasure of kissing her. Val knows how to have fun but, she was standards, and fortunately for the god smiling at her, he met them. At least right now. Perfectly manicured fingers played with his collar, the same one she’d now wrinkled due to their previous kissing. Her lipstick slightly smugged on the corners from the steamy lip-locking, not that she minded.