#mpyoungjae

Admittedly most of the human’s modern day technology is interesting and fascinating to Hades, but these fireballs captured within the glass that work on the miracle of electricity... Well, let’s just say he’s glad Zeus’ lightning bolts have been put to a much better use than being thrown at people whenever his younger brother’s in one of those moods. Not that those moods are plentiful, but he’s fairly certain there has been a mood like that. Or well, to better put it, Hades definitely would have had moods like that if he were in his brother’s place.

Anyway, back to the balls of fire in glass. Peculiar things, but indeed very useful to keep the streets lit even during nighttime. Hades appreciates the way they are not too bright and yet bright enough to light up half a street. He’s a little less fond of the way all that light in the city seems to block the sight of the sky. Persephone loves the sky, after all, because whenever she can see it, that means she’s above ground. A ruthless reminder of how little she appreciates spending time in the Underworld with him. But then again, he knows she is the only one who even manages to be there for the amount of time she’s forced to be without truly hating him for it. And he loves her for that, among other things.

The sound of shoes colliding with the street make Hades look up, spotting the person who is walking through the city on this wonderful night. The young male heading towards him seems particularly caught up in thinking, but that has never stopped the god of the Underworld from interrupting, and neither does it this time. He waits for the other male to come close enough, and then closes the distance between them on his own accord, gently reaching out a hand to take a hold of the demigod’s wrist.

Festival starter for @mpyoungjae

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   He’s always wanted to do this. Imma do it, hell yeah! Why not? He was out of the old city and in a new one and he had been good so far, barely causing any ruckus in town, and minding his business for the most part. The urge to be just a little more wild than he has in a while is flaring as he looks over at the booth. It looked clean- hella clean- not like he expected an outdoor piercing booth to be. Fuck yeah!

   Dakota pats the seat of his pants to make sure he has his wallet on him. Finding that he does he marches forward until he is standing at the counter and addresses the first person he sees.

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Youngjae looked at the woman - he was more than aware that she was a goddess, and he knew that it was part of her allure - he could only guess as to what she would be the goddess of. He took a small mouthful of his drink. “If you wanted me to buy you a drink you could just ask, but I’m-” he paused, technically he was not taken, but it still felt like he was, still felt like he belonged to Ren, his heart was still Ren’s anyway. “otherwise spoken for, not that you aren’t very beautiful, you’re gorgeous. I’m just… not looking for anything.” He gave her a smile, “but I’ll buy you a drink, considering you’re the only person tonight who’s sat next to me at this bar. Seems like you’re the only person who doesn’t fear my power in tonight.” 

She gave a small pout at his words, though it was more playful than anything. In Aphrodite’s mind, she was impossible to reject and - if that demigod were to do that - then he would surely just have more on his mind than pretty women (and surely, she was the prettiest). “That is such a shame, sweet dear,” she responded, reaching a hand over to brush a strand of her out of his eyes, “But I have no desire for a man who is spoken for either.”

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Youngjae looked at the professor. “I mean, maybe?” Youngjae said looking at the God. He was for sure not trying to start a fight, he had only just resumed his studies. He’d taken a lot of time out, failed semesters and had excuse after excuse written out for him to try to explain why he had been incapable of finishing the year and now some teacher was arguing the word Pyrrhic with him. “Do you know a modern word for a victory won at too great a cost to have been worthwhile for the victor?” He asked, pretty sure that there was not one. He should have been trying to keep his head down and yet here he was. “I am not that verbose.” he said with a small smile. He did actually like philosophy - but he could never control his mouth. 

Kairo sat himself down in front of the demigod, already lighting the cigarette from between his lips. There was a good hour break between his classes and, rather than being in his office surrounded by half-hearted essays, a nicotine break on the balcony seemed a better idea. He took a long drag before exhaling, turning his face away as the smoke twisted in a snake-like form - Kairo had been advised that mortals (and even demigods) could easily become sick from secondhand smoke.

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“You can see through me that easily?” He said with a small smile. “Sorry.” he said. He was sorry, sorry his lying wasn’t good enough to get away with it. He just sat back in the chair at the flower mill. His power wasn’t very strong in his chest. He just stared at his drink. “Is it really that obvious?” He managed to breathe out.

“My night terrors are back.” He said quietly, it had only been with Ren next to him that his father, his powers had not stalked him in the night. “And.. so is Ren. Well… he’s kind of back… 50%”

She gave a sigh, her brows furrowed and a look of concern washed over her usually sunny features. Aura worried for Youngjae often; he was a good person, someone that she genuinely enjoyed being around, but there was always a lot of pain behind his gaze. “You’re not very good at lying, Youngjae, but that isn’t a bad thing,” she responded, wishing so much that she could just hug him.

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Youngjae was not having a good day, he’d run out of cigarettes, the man he loved was back but didn’t remember him, he’d barely slept and he’d sung badly at his class. He looked at the girl, the woman, the bartender, who was talking to him while he drowned his sorrows and debated who would be the right person for him to start on and get his head kicked in down a back alley somewhere. Until his mind went quiet and his heart hurt a little less.

“Where is the compromise here? I’m a monster.” He said quietly, looking down at his beer. “and this is what i deserve. I deserve to be forgotten.” He deserved what he got, being stupid enough to believe that he would ever get a happy ending, it was never the monster who married a prince at the end of the story, all he had to do was wait for a hero to put him out of his misery, until then he would let his heart break every day. “I deserve this.”

Blair was not even close to being the nicest or the sweetest person on the island, but it broke her heart to see someone like Youngjae. She didn’t know him well, had only seen him around a few times, but he didn’t seem like a bad person. He was lost, hurting, and Blair knew how that felt. In fact, she felt exactly how he did on many lonely nights.

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It’s been on his mind since his return to the island, with the decorations everywhere and the music playing from near every speaker. How stupid is it that a group of forgotten gods are celebrating a major holiday of one of the religions that made them become obsolete in the first place? Everywhere there are Christmas decorations, everywhere the Christmas spirit is vibrant and alive - himself definitely excluded - and everywhere gods and demigods alike are wishing each other the best Christmas wishes.

And it’s not like he’s got the right to judge; last year he was right there with them, giving gifts, celebrating a day of togetherness and love. This year, however, it all just looks like stupid, silly superstition. Nothing but money spent and people made happy for one specific day of the year by nothing but materialistic tendencies. He doesn’t quite see the use of any of it. But then, he might also not be the best person to judge anything currently.

As he’s walking through the city, these things heavy on his mind, his eye eventually falls upon a young man he recognises. Vaguely he remembers a conversation under the city lights, a confrontation with the demigod’s power and an apology in the form of food from the young male’s homeland. Tiny like a pinprickle of light, curiosity sparkles inside of him, and Hades temporarily comes to a halt.

“That…” Hits a little too close to home. “… can’t be easy.” Mia watched the man carefully, trying to read him. He was being honest, that much she could tell, but her powers sadly didn’t allow her to actually figure out people’s feelings. “But I can relate, I guess. Especially now that all this dumb shit happened.”