Merry Christmas all! Stay safe. I won't be there to remove all of the black ice.

Snowdrop? Figures you'd choose a flower for me. I love it..

Stolen from Ares. As I do.

Sipping his morning coffee while tweaking his mannequin's hands.

❄ I have returned. I apologize for my absence. Work has been super hectic recently ;-;

He rests his head into her shoulder as his arms drape around her waist. "I don't know... I'm just tired, I guess." He lets out a sigh as he squeezes his arms around her for a moment. "I think I've been evading confronting my own issues. I just get irritable when I'm left to my own devices."

He places the dagger back into his belt as he closes the book, turning to her. "Little man? That's awfully bold. The only time you're taller than me is when I'm on my knees."

Squares up to the reader, fists ready. "Run it, coward."

He looks up from his book to the wall in front of his desk while he readies a knife "Never a dull moment.. who's got the nerve to try me today?"

"Sylvie.. what is this place? This looks like hell.." He would follow close behind her. Each step he took was accompanied by a glance at whatever caught his eyes. He was intimidated by what he saw but found himself growing fascinated by the fact that someone could look so callous in the face of +

His eyes darted back and forth between the Goddess and the time door several times before they finally settled onto her. "What.. what is this? Obviously, it's a door. Save your breath on that one. But how did it get here.. and where does it lead?" He paced around the side of the door, checking +

He took a deep breath to center himself. She must have known how thin she was wearing him. "Look, I..." He paused before raising a hand to rub his temples. A brief moment passed before an accusatory finger pointed her way. "What makes you so unique then? If all of us Gods are so boring then +

"Oh wow, tell me how you really feel. Zues can definitely be a handful when he's not checked up on. But I think you'd really enjoy the Cthonian Gods. They're a lot easier to talk with." He wafted his hands around as he spoke, her insult clearly flying under the radar initially. +

"Unfortunately? Come on now, we're not all boring." Boreas passed for a moment while considering his next words. "At least.. we inheritors are pretty interesting. We get a nice mix of mortality and Godhood." He spoke plainly as if inheriting divinity was all that common.

"I.. ah.. I lost my temper while making my wings... I can't move them, Than.. and before you say it. I know that I don't need them.. Is it so much to strive for beauty?" He motioned to the cracked set of crystallized wings that lay on the floor.

He nurses his bruised hand while wincing. "Temper temper, Boreas."

@sugarstarplum.bsky.social Waving to the bouncer as he enters the basement of the bowling alley. He searched around for his newfound competitor. "Damn.. I should've gotten a name.."

Support group.. okay. I imagine usage of any kind of magic is out of the question?

Oooh, definitely not a cop. Where is the meetup? 🫣

I will now become an impenetrable wall. No Gods dying on my watch. 😤

I made a mistake.

//I'm feeling some more long term/in depth stuff.

"Good morning, Miss Prince"

She's in my head. I need her to stop before I act up.

"Oh, are you scared to try it? Afraid that your little punishments won't bring to me knees before you?" He grinned as he pulled slightly against her nipping, not enough to break them apart, though. "Who's to say you might make me want the punishments more than the rewards."

"I am not asking you to forsake your fellow Gods. But I have to know what your intentions are to fix them." He would close his eyes for a moment while allowing his thoughts to gather. "These Gods have outlived us by millenia. They are so set in their ways that if change, if it's even possible, +

Oh my.. lipstick stains.... my only weakness.

I overslept. Someone kill me.

As their lips connect, he would tighten his hold on Thanatos, pulling him deeper into the kisses. "There's beauty to be found in simplicity.."

"Wha-?" He would barely react in time to raise an ice covered hand to his defense. The blade conveniently stuck into the ice by his fingers, barely cutting into him. "What the hell was that?! A dagger, Ares?"

I am so unbelievably tired. I don't even think standing will keep me awake at this point.

He would pull away for a moment before leaning into a passionate kiss. "Why not now then? We'll test that mettle of yours. You may be onto something there. I have a feeling your punishments are something I may grow to crave."

@victouriousvici.bsky.social Boreas was waiting outside Aleria for his second "professional" meet-up with the Goddess of Victory.

🥀 𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕃𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 21+/MDNI/Bisexual/Multiverse/Multiship with Chemistry/Dark & Mature Themes/Selective & Detailed Writer ♡ + ↺ #GreekMythologyRP #MVRP

He would brush his cheek against hers, basking in the warmth. "I suppose I'll need my succubus then. And what are you gonna do if I try it, punish me? Tch."

❄the back of my phone is covered in oil. Somebody kill me.

"Ah, well, the Olympians aren't so bad. At least not from what I've seen. But their antics are certainly known far and wide. I just like to hunt the silver lining. And immortality hasn't quite sunken in yet for me. I'm still fairly young, even for a mortal."

"Well, I appreciate the opportunity you're giving me, Nem. It's always nice when I get to meet you, Cthonian Gods. You're rarely a boring bunch. It sounds lonely, too.. and for what it's worth, if there was no man in existence, I'd have never gotten to meet you."

"From the sounds of it, you must have been fairly well acquainted with the Boreas before me. Technically, I'm not quite a God like you." "I wonder what the world was like without man around. It must have been awfully quiet."

Welp... I folded. Like wet paper 🫠

"I guess i never thought about it like that. You've lived for so long, haven't you. I can't even begin to imagine the stories you must have." He looked upon her with an inquisitive gaze. His mind raced with all of the possibilities.

"I just wish I knew more languages. Imagine what we must be missing out on? All the beautiful melodies that we'd never understand." He rattled on with an excited tone. His hands now moving freely as he expressed himself. "Sometimes i listen regardless just to feel something new."

"Oh, I know a few Brazilian artists. Mariana Nolasco is definitely the one I know the most of. I'll definitely have to get this performance ready for you." His hands folded behind his back as a gleaming smile crossed his lips. He was excited to finally talk music with someone.

"Spoken like a true king. Do you really need those crystals?" He would raise an eyebrow as his words poked at him.

"I'll sing for you any time, Nem. Just give me a little bit more time to prepare something." He would return her smile as he slid his hands into his pockets. He didn't think negatively of her at all. He was intrigued by her, if nothing else. "What kind of music do you like, by the way?"

"Boooo. If you won't move, then I'll just make the cold worse. I'll get Demeter to help me, too." He holds up his hand, allowing an icy mist to flow forth.

"This has got to be the coolest and least practical addition to a grenade ever."

"Look... I know it's probably my fault.. but i also don't care. Fight me if you want the cold gone." He made a shallow attempt at baiting him into being active.