#xunreinx

He either figures it out beforehand or it attacks him.

And when he arrives back up the house, it strikes him.

A change in the air. Murmurs from the parlor. Something that's shifted that he can't quite pinpoint yet but his feet take him to where he needs to go before he even realizes it. His hand gripping the door frame as it swung open before he could even touch the handle. Alfred's worried gaze meeting his before he offers a reassuring smile and his own vision traces @rcliicta and @xunreinx familiar silhouettes. But they're not on the mantle.

He thinks he hears the wood crack but he's not sure.

Steven feels like he's going to freeze to death - right here, at this very moment, as he's waiting for the bloody bus to finally arrive and take him back to his warm, comfortable home.

Thing is, said bus is already pretty late, and... well, he'd listened to some strangers muttering back and forth that they're assuming for the bus to never arrive in the first place, due to the rather intense drop in temperature that had happened during the day - which has caused a lot of streets to turn into slippery sheets of ice, thrown the whole of London into outright chaos, it seems.

Steven, being a rather positive and chipper man by nature, had still believed in his bus to make it... but, well, the more time passes, the more his hopes and dreams break apart, with almost all of those strangers having left the bus stop by now and found another way of transport to get to wherever they'd planned to go.

So it's just Steven, Steven with a V, and... this bus stop. And his very, very cold hands. Of course he did not take some gloves with him, nor did he think about bringing a beanie or a scarf; He's hating himself for having been so careless in the morning, but he'd been late for work and had left his apartment in a hurry, and---

Here, you look like you need this more than me right now.

---Practically jumping out of his skin at the sudden voice speaking up next to him, Steven almost trips over his own foot as he jerks around to stare at whoever must've approached him there, unbeknownst to him; A miracle happens, however, and Steven keeps his balance, does not end up arse first on the cold ground - he just takes a step to the side, pulls his hands close to his chest, gazes at the unknown man next to him...

...Who is offering him a pair of gloves, it seems. Holds them out for Steven to take, just like that.

"...---O...Oh!" A moment passes, one that's filled with slightly dumbfounded confusion, before Steven clears his throat - dark doe-eyes flicking up and away from those gloves and to the stranger once more, meeting the guy's gaze. "You--- are you... talking to me?"

Well, duh. Steven's literally the only one who's still standing at this forsaken bus stop!

... He blinks, clears his throat for a second time, a slightly awkward, rather sheepish smile appearing on trembling lips (fuck, it's cold!).

"W-wow, uhm, well, uhm--- That's... that's very kind of you, but... you need them for yourself, no? It's cold, after all! I'll be fine, really, just--- have you heard anything regarding the bus, by any chance? The one which was supposed to arrive, uhm---" A quick glance to his wristwatch, a sigh. "...---Fourty-five minutes ago."

The last part of his sentence sounds defeated, realization setting in that said bus is never going to come. Bloody hell.

⇏ @yoursdndispatcher from POSITIVITY TIME ! ⇏ for @xunreinx

@xunreinx asked: “your hands are so warm. feels nice.” // steve to thor uwu

[ ϟ ]— Shifting towards the other in the dark had been act on instinct, the capture of the man's hands a languid enveloping.

Snow offers its merciless yet quiet onslaught outside still, coating the word in that strange dead silence that only frozen wastelands possess. Here, between the two men, air turns warmer at a gentle pace, and palms cover the mortal's hands entirely, digits curving into an even firmer hold.

The heat is subtle at first, then steady, the warmth of fire and lightning buried beneath skin allowed to rise to the surface of it. Still banked and obedient, controlled, thumbs rubbing more of it over the captain's skin.

' A fire is a necessity captain, as much as I would not mind keeping you warm myself, skin on skin, I suggest I tend to bringing flame to life.'

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Thanks for sending positivity for @xunreinx Saturn!

Tiberius, I know we haven't interacted much yet, but your writing genuinely stands out and is always nice to see on my dash. I really admire how personalized each muse is, you've made them your own and it absolutely makes your blog a joy to explore and read. There's so much attention to detail and I can only applaud you for it, honestly! Your multimuse has such a clear, confident voice, it always makes me pause in the best way because each muse feels intentionally built, thoughtfully written and lovingly shared with your mutuals. I really look forward to more interactions between us and I want to thank you for sharing your muses with the world! 🫂

@xunreinx said - listen carefully to what i'm about to say . // present day!jon

She growled, smoke curling up from between her bared teeth and nostrils as she sneered at him. “Listen to you?” and the smoke escaping her curled upward to create a halo. Usually she’d wave the acrid stuff away, but she was too angry to bother. Instead her eyes narrowed further, her annoyance rumbling low in her chest. 

“Why? Everything you’ve ever said to me was a fucking lie,” she spat, anger flashing in her gaze. 

Once upon a time she’d trusted him and laid her every fear at his feet, begging for help and understanding to navigate the darkness that trapped her. Instead he’d only given her lies and false hope. Instead he’d fed the demons in the darkness until they nearly consumed her. Now she was a product of that betrayal; he was only unfortunate that instead of her turning it on innocents she turned her rage on people like him.

          ❝   I don't understand the point of all this                  ❞           The words slipped out sharper than intended. He did so because he tried to keep Dantalion distracted, yet the longer he struggled with this new language, the more irritation pressed at him. Hades did see the amusement in their eyes.

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