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It was odd, to say the least. To the point of making Shaka face up, as if he would actually look at the mistletoe hanging right above them. His mind’s eye, however, faced the abyss between their feet. 

There was a time, he remembered it as well as a vivid, old dream, in which he would actually laugh at it, taking pride in telling the older man about the pagan roots of the Christmas tradition; a time in which he would consider planting a kiss on Saga’s cheek, though he would certainly need his help to reach his face, to begin with.

That time was long gone.

“We seem to be constantly challenged by what lays above our heads,” he remarked, remembering the one time they met under a blood moon. “I suppose you do not partake in Christmas traditions either.”

Saga was possibly the closest he had to an equal amongst the Gold Saints. He was also the only one, Shaka realized, he couldn’t quite place; couldn’t really figure his way around. 

That certainly said more about him than he had expected.

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

Aphrodite lifted his gaze at the familiar voice, and the power it still had to make his chest clutch in apparent surprise managed to bewilder him a bit. It had taken his breath away for a moment, silently so, and Aphrodite, for once, did not have the courage to look towards where the voice had came from, let alone to its owner. The circumstances now could be different, and they were, yet hardly anything would be enough to soothe the overwhelming shame Aphrodite felt within him for failing. Words could not save nor redeem him for his faults - in fact, nothing really could. 

He was proven to be weak, and could not forgive himself for it. Now, however, he was making it apparent. Pitiful.

An emotionless smile formed on Aphrodite’s lips whilst he stood up, covering his open wound with one of his hands at the side of his stomach. Ah, it hurt. It hurt in numerous, different places, such humiliation. 

His physical injury, however, was what hurt the least. 

“I am fine, Mast-...”  His voice faded before he could continue. “Saga.” Aphrodite corrected himself, with a faint and brief confusion crossing his features. Even if the majority of his thoughts was clouded due to Hades’ manipulation, Aphrodite could feel how different it was to pronounce his name after... such a long while.

His fingers were covered with blood.

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It was starting to feel like the distortions that Defteros had created were affecting Gemini temple, shocking through the air like electricity. Saga wasn’t sure what kind of instabilities their current situation would cause; it wasn’t something that he had much experience with. He hadn’t brought the situation up to much of anyone, and Defteros seemed content to keep himself as unobtrusive as possible.

Saga had become somewhat accustomed to the feeling of Defteros’ presence by now, enough that he noticed when it changed. He traced it back to the room Defteros was staying in, and was initially confused when he opened the door to a child. But the color of his skin, the way he covered his face with both his hands, there was something telling about it. (It didn’t make it much less confusing, however.)

“It’s Saga,” he corrected, squinting down at the boy. It would be easier if he would take his hands from his face. “Defteros?”

Defteros turned to face Saga, though he backed away, pressing himself into the corner.  It wouldn't do him any good, but he reacted instinctly, trying to get further away from the stranger that approached.  The name was unfamiliar, even though there was something very familiar about the man's face, almost uncomfortably so. How did this man know his name?  Defteros didn't drop his hands from his face.

He was so tense, jaw clenched so tight, he thought he might start shaking from it.  Defteros took a deep breath, trying to relax, he couldn't react properly like this.  He was just a shivering dog like this, it was pathetic.  He lowered his hands finally, looking up at Saga.

"Where...where am I?" he asked, voice hoarse and thin.  There was something strange happening here, but Defteros didn't know what.

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Childhood potion (Bratmask version) - @paraskia

It was dark. And that was good.

But it was also cold. And that wasn’t good.

Deathmask hated, hated low temperatures just as much as he hated cauliflowers- Which was a lot, considering that he’d never eaten them. The sheer look of those things made him tremble in fear! That thing could not be tasty at all. And much like cauliflowers, cold made him feel bad too: it made him tremble and it made his skin feel tingly in the worst way, giving him the shivers.

As he had absolutely no idea where he was going (but he was absolutely avoiding any human contact- Those oafs in light armour didn’t look friendly at all!), the young boy sneaked inside the first building he found, even if he had to admit that it didn’t look all that good- It was ominous to say the least! But shelter was shelter and he absolutely needed something warmer than his shirt and shorts. The whole place looked empty, so why not take advantage of it?

Finding the bedroom was simpler than he had first thought and it was even simpler to dive inside what looked like a chest to find exactly what he needed: a blanket! At least, it looked like one. He quickly wrapped it around his body, sighing in relief at the warm sensation. All happy with his newly found cover, Deathmask had all the intentions of finding a fireplace or anything like that to warm up even more-

He had all the intentions, yes. But a leg as tall as he was had another opinion. “Wha-?” Looking up, he saw it.

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Most and foremost, Shaka respects Saga; undoubtedly for his strength, yes, but especially for his wisdom, albeit all his flaws. In fact, those very same flaws are most important for his view on the Gemini, since he now understands that being flawed and acknowledging it is the one way to become something better.

But let us take a step back.

Though each in their very own manner, both Shaka and Saga sought perfection, and somehow got lost in the way, mostly for being blinded by arrogance as their power grew. They both had to be defeated and, through many trials, finally had their awakening, so to speak; each in their own time.

To a certain extent, Shaka sees an equal in Saga; someone with unparalleled power and a critical view of the world. Even if they would hardly agree on everything, the Gemini is one of the few people whose opinion the Virgo might actually seek. 

[So I heard you like Eggplants, Saga?] @paraskia