#soulaces

୨୧‎⋆˚‎   /‏‏‎  TIRED  FEATURES  ADORN  SUN-KISSED  SKIN  as  feet  patter  down  stairs,  following  the  smell  of  breakfast  food  and  coffee  brewing  in  the  kitchen  of  their  shared  home.  it  had  been  too  early  for  her  liking,  merely  wanting  to  lay  back  in  bed  and  curl  up  underneath  sheets,  hiding  in  arms  that  belonged  to  @soulaces  —  but  she  couldn’t  do  it,  could  she  ?  pink  speckled  eyes  land  on  a  back  turned  towards her,  a  pout  forming  across  plump lips  as  body  moves  itself  before one  could  even  register  what  she  was  doing,  arms  wrapping  around  waist  to  hug  him  tightly,  ❝  y’know  i  hate  when  you  gotta  wake  up  early,  bubs  .  .  can’t  you  jus’  push  it  back  a  bit  an’  come  back  to  bed  ?  I  think  I’d  like  that  a  lot  ❞  words  come  out  muffled  as  face  hides  itself  in  his  back,  huff  following  afterward  as  the  daughter  of  aphrodite  struggles  not  to  just  take  his  hand  and  force  him  back  to  bed  instead  —  it’s  not  like  he’d  say  no,  right  ? 

            he feels like he's been put in fucking time out.     "     i won't die that easily.     "     he's gotten into the habit of forgetting that the demi in demigod insinuates mortality.  something about surviving two great prophesies,  a couple involving a god,  and tartarus twice have made him both ever aware of how easy it is to die,  and how difficult he is to kill.  gritted teeth optimism has brought him this far,  biting and clawing and gnashing his way through.  yet,  somehow,  it's @soulaces 's unique brand of wrath being directed at him that puts the fear of the gods in him.     "     sorry.  it will happen again.     "     he could lie,  tell him that it was a one-off stint to run directly into a den of monsters,  but lying has never done him any good.     "     i had no plan.  just the thought that i didn't want you to get hurt.     "     damn the consequences.  every bone and inch of flesh aches indiscriminately,  and he grins through it.

Soulaces; Soul places - The sun at dawn rising forth from water, The mountain's echo of silence, The cricket at night in a full-moon woods, The gleam of metal rumbling as a train approaches, And the hush between your eyes when your time has come.