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starter for @sethxmp ft phobetor & set 

“Hm, I like the garnet red with the black leather, what do you think?” Phobetor murmurs softly to the interior designer stood by his side, with arms outstretched, several leather samples draped over one, and wallpaper colour charts of many different deep reds, greens and browns clutched in the other hand. 

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Muzen’s chin lifts a little as the other god takes a moment to study him, gauging his words and measuring his reply. Yet he holds his gaze, not backing down, staring up at the taller man with his imposing manner and dark gaze. His reply is to be expected. However what Muzen assumes Set believes to sound commanding and assured, to him, sounded more like a man used to being disappointed by other’s reactions to him. He should be scared of him, because everyone else is. 

“Well, I’m not” he says confidently once more, standing his ground, all 5ft nothing of him. “In fact, I think you rather hide behind people being scared of you, because then it’s easier to deal with... then people liking you. Well, I quite like you!” Puffing out his chest a little, the god of bees and sweet honey sets his hands on his hips. Of course he doesn’t really know much of the god yet, however what he had seen was someone funny, with a very determined business mind who knew themselves well and what they do and don’t like. He’d always been rather sweet to him and never raised his voice, in fact if Muzen stumbled upon him during his anger, Set almost always calmed down quickly. He seemed stompy and shouty and difficult to get along with, but sometimes people were worth trying with, and he rather things Set is one of those people. 

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That voice. It didn’t matter how many millennia had gone by since he last heard it, there was no way in Hell he would not recognize it. The god of war slowly turned around and was faced with a face he didn’t recognize but those eyes...Oh he would recognize them even if he were to be turned blind, or even if he got his eyes gauged out.

The moment he realized it really was Osiris the man currently standing in front of him Set couldn’t do anything against the wide smirk that stretched across his lips as he slowly checked the man out. He looked completely different which meant he must have snatched this body from somebody, how interesting. “You know, I should be the one asking you that. You sure know a whole lotta more about underworlds than I could ever do, brother”. He flashed Osiris a smile then pointed at him “Looking good here, but I preferred when you were blue. You know, the color of the deceased suit you better”.

he said the words in a somewhat joking tone, unwilling to just pass his brother by like he was too scared to address him but at the same time also not entirely on board with striking up a random conversation because they’re really not that close. still, attempting to see if they could start anew seemed like the best idea.

when set slowly turns around, however, he is already apprehensive and as the smirk slowly spreads on his brother’s face, it feels like a horror creature with a million legs crawls its way up his spine. he should have expected this, should have known set wouldn’t change even if a million years passed by, but still somehow he had hoped that there could be a new start for them. still somehow he had expected something different than this.

when the words are spoken, his face contorts into an expression of disgust, his eyes tracking every line of his brother’s face and how they shift to accommodate those hateful words being spoken. there is a short moment of pure agony as he almost remembers the way his brother cut him to pieces and scattered him across the lands even if he wasn’t alive to witness it. then all the pain, disappointment and disgust washes away in a great wave of ice cold anger, and his expression settles into some sort of cold acceptance.

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Set was currently laying on the road not because he was too hurt to move, but rather because he was both amused and embarassed at how he’s allowed his stupid daughter to run him over like that. Perhaps he shouldn’t have decided to reply to emails while crossing the street but as far as he knew she didn’t even have a driving license so why the hell was she driving around like a maniac? Regardless, she got nerve. He’ll give her that.

Rather than his wounds (that have stopped bleeding already and weren’t that serious) Set was more annoyed about the fact his suit was now trashed and that he will have to go back home and change which meant he will be late for work. Great. Talking about a great start of the day. Maybe he should call in and tell the reception about it before they all think he run away or something. As if!

The god was about to sit up and get going when he noticed someone rushing to his aid and couldn’t help but arch a brow. What was this guy even doing? Was he aware of what place that was? There was no reason to react in such an exaggerated way for a bunch of scratches. Set was about to shoo the man away but when he noticed how attractive he was he changed his mind immediately. Who was this stranger? “There is no need to do that, I’m fine” Tekh mused as he kept his eyes on the man examining him. “If I do tell you, will you kiss it better?” he shamelessly asked.

Hands were pressing carefully over the stranger on the street his ribs and stomach, before his eyes shifted to check his legs for obvious fractures. However no sounds of protest that indicated pain came from the man, nor did he feel injury... Instead he felt... A shifting? The therapist his eyebrows had raised in perplexed confusion as he immediatly looked towards his hands on the man his chest. He could feel a rib shifting back and he had never felt anything like that before during his training, not that he got to handle car accidents as such at the time but still. 

At this notion the wires in his brain started connecting to inform himself of the obvious. Changmin, you’re a bit of a dumbass sometimes. His brain said. You’re on an island with gods and demigods. And as he looked at the head wound he noted it was just a mark of drying blood now. A deep voice rumbled from the chest his hands were still on and spoke to him, instantly Changmin tilting his chin and scrabbling to catch his phone... And get his hands off the man who was... Fine as he said. With his phone barely caught Changmin ended the beeping of the phone as it tried to connect to an emergency service that wasn’t needed. Now, this was just the start of the somewhat awkward situation betraying how incredibly mortal Changmin could be. 

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It was a familiar figure that she saw in the bar that night, and yet one that she didn’t expect to be seeing at Mount Phoenix. Aphrodite had been with many men in the past - after all, love was to be shared - but often found herself drawn to the same type. Dangerous. She insisted that she was a changed women though, that she finally understood the joy in the good people, but yet the allure was often hard to resist.

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People were complex and, in Kairo’s opinion, Gods weren’t much different either. He had never quite gotten along with those in his own pantheon, if only because most of them seemed to think he was some sort of crazed snake (and that was only half true). There was a friendship that had changed and developed over the years though. He and Set has been enemies for many years but, just as fate would have it, their anger towards each other was so deeply rooted in misunderstanding.

It had been years but, just perhaps, they now considered each other rather good friends. However.

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“I told you that you wouldn’t regret coming,” she smiled, hooking her arm through Set’s as they made their way down the staircase. Forever in the spotlight, Aphrodite had chosen a rather bold garment for the evening - a sheer dress of midnight blue lace and crystals, with fabric that hugged her curves so perfectly that she could almost be wearing nothing at all. Oh, she was beautiful and she knew it.

Settling dark eyes on the man, charged and intense in that moment, Phobetor scoffs softly at Set’s words. ‘You were ignoring me’ how petulant he sounded, like a spoilt child! ... and yet, under his hands and against his body, Set felt every bit the man.