#omuse

ᴘᴏsᴇɪᴅᴏɴ ɪs ᴀɴɢʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ɢᴏᴅ's ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴅᴇs ɪs ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ.

ʜᴇ's ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴs sɪʟᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴡɪʀʟɪɴɢ ᴍɪɴᴅ; ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴢᴇᴜs, ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsᴇɪᴅᴏɴ, ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. ʜᴀᴅᴇs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡs ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴇsᴛᴇʀ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴏsɪᴏɴ - sᴇɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜʀᴀᴘɴᴇʟ.

“maybe,“ march lies.

there is always something terrible happening in the streets outside their window, and the world beyond that. during patrol today he'd snapped the wrist of a man who'd bruised his son's face. kihwan had sent him home early. and march had drawn nibs into his lap and tucked him tight against his chest soon as he settled on the couch, still in his uniform, his hair still damp from the rain.

"but you don't have to worry."

he'd failed to protect nibs from his world once. there's a scar on his lover's forehead that march kisses in the dark, when nibs is asleep and can't feel the regret weighed in that small gesture. but here, now, in the shared space of their apartment with polaroids clipped to fairy lights on the walls, and the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, he's given the confidence to promise--

"not to you." he kisses nibs on the mouth and hushes. "i won't allow it."

Remi gets home from work and immediately takes his shoes off and leaves them by the door, a tired expression on his face when he walks further into the house, looking for Yejun and hoping that he had already gotten home from work, too. The winter fae has a small pout on his lips when he looks around, he brings one of his hands up to brush the white strands of hair back, his voice sounds a tiny little bit whiny when he calls for his lover. “Junnie? Are you home already?” Once he’s in the kitchen, Remi places his bag on the counter, opening it and pulling a few boxes of tea and some fruits from its interior.

Tiresias gulped when he heard the other. He couldn’t what Bacchus was saying. All those restless nights as he thought of the wine god. Tiresias was walking slowly towards the other. He laid his head against the wine gods. It felt so good meeting the other. It was good that he didn't feel alone. The tears streamed down his face. 

“I care about you,” Tiresias whispered. He gently kissed the other’s lips. “I care about you so much.” Tiresias looked up the tears streamed down on his face.”We will make it.” The seer said. “We will get through these times.” He added. 

But for now he wanted to be close with Dio 

"Hey there handsome...” Minthe’s eyes drew over the figure in front of her and she let a flirtatious, almost seductive smile form on her lips. “It’s your lucky day... I have no date right now, and I would love to have some company around this festival... it’s getting a bit lonely...” She fluttered her lashes at him held out her hand. “I’m Minthe...”