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RANDOM GENERATOR: 139. Drunk  Kiss

ɢᴀɴʏᴍᴇᴅᴇ's ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪs sᴏғᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴀᴅᴇs' ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴡɪsᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴄᴀɴ sɴᴀᴘ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴄᴋ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ɢᴀɴʏ ɪs ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴜᴘ-ʙᴇᴀʀᴇʀ.

"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇᴀsʏ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴏɪʟ, ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ," ʜᴀᴅᴇs' ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ɢᴀɴʏᴍᴇᴅᴇ's ʟɪᴘs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡs ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ᴋɪss, ʜɪs ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ sʟɪᴄᴋ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴ's. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴍᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴏɴᴇʏ-sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs sᴛɪᴄᴋʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴍᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ɴɪᴄᴇʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍʙʀᴏsɪᴀ sᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴀᴅᴇs' ʟɪᴘs.

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴀᴅᴇs ᴏᴘᴇɴs ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ ɢʟᴜᴛᴛᴏɴᴏᴜs, ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ɢᴀɴʏᴍᴇᴅᴇ's ʟɪᴅᴅᴇᴅ ɢᴀᴢᴇ, ᴀs ɪғ Gʟᴜᴛᴛᴏɴʏ, ᴛʜᴇ sɪɴ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ, ɪs ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴄᴇ-ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴ.

[ confess ] + [ caress ] -Snow White and Trip 

Trip took down the apples from the trees. He just kept atching snow in the distance. The monk couldn’t help smile at her. Wouldn’t it be so easy, just to stay with her, never to return to Bai Chao. He climbed down the tree, and handed her the apple. He found his hand on her face instead. 

“We’ve only just met but I feel like I’ve known you forever.”His fingers gently running her face. “I can see why they call me Snow. our eyes so wide and beautiful like the first snow.”   He kept slowly running his hands on her face. The monk’s gently traced her lips. 

“I think I want to stay with you.” He whispered against her face. Just barely touching her lips. 

Zeus laid awake that night after hours in the living room, even after Ganymede had gone to bed. Thinking, going through one scenario after the other, nearly breaking his mind with the way his own thoughts were haunting him and even once he had decided to try and lay to rest by his lover’s side, there was still no sleep to find as if Hypnos had a grudge against him. The way his relationships were could not be a state to continue, both with Hera and with Ganymede, but Zeus was stuck in what to do, contemplating whether being selfish in his way was good or bad, whether he was trying enough or not and if maybe there was not even a way to fix this but instead everyone would have to be frozen in this uncomfortable stasis for eternity. Maybe his love had noticed, despite Zeus having tried to lay as still as he could all night until in the early hours of the morning he had finally closed his eyes and managed to drift off. Only for a little while could he rest, feeling a shift by his side and the warmth of a body against him as the younger deity had sat up, gentle fingers brushed through the king’s hair and that sweet whisper of encouragement, probably thinking the king was deep asleep. But instead, the latter enjoyed the ministrations, a stern yet quiet answer given. “I know. But you shouldn’t have to be.” Arms finally slung around the other’s middle, pulling himself closer and lips pressed to the soft stomach as Zeus rested his head on that soft lap, hugged tight and once more spoiled by his love. Despite the heaviness on his heart, the doubt that had finally crawled into his conscious about his ways, moments like this still managed to calm him. “With you, my love, I feel like I can manage anything. Even enjoy such a tiny bed.” Despite his exhaustion, there was still time for a teasing joke about the size if Ganymede’s apartment, although it was obviously not a real complaint.

They were nothing alike. While Davy Jones was clouded in darkness, San represented the good fight, an aura of strength and power surrounding her that was pure light. And yet they were both children of nature, one of land and one of the sea, drawn together through the emotions that boiled over, wounds of their fight having drenched their skin in its blood, now joined together by rough hands tugging at one another, forcing each other closer even though there was not even space for the wind between them.There was but one love for Jones, one woman he ever wished to love but hundred of years at sea were lonely and a powerful woman had always enticed him since naive teenage years. So their lips locked with angry passion, tongue fought over who the stronger opponent was and thus there was no time to rest to breathe, no way of stilling their heated breaths and instead they tugged and fought and let their lips move before the result was clear- no one could win this battle. Bruised lips pulled away, both pushing one another at distance, sliding on the slimy, dirty deck a few feet as stark eyes gazed over to her and a thumb brushed over his lower lip.“Tis but a tie, not bad for a weibsbild at sea.”