#𓆩⚝𓆪 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯 ━ hoyoverse.

[aequitaas]

@draconicfool continued.

Mythras had been so...engrossed in cleaning Eros, his touch reverent and light as he moved across more sensitive areas, especially near his tail. So much so that he seemed startled when Eros spoke, mimicking a deer in headlights as the cloth paused abruptly on Eros's cheek.

It only lasted a few moments before Mythras was smiling ever so slightly, leaning forwards to press a kiss to Eros's forehead. "Anything for you, my heart." He cooed sweetly as the cloth moved to gently rub against his hairline. "Hm, have you ever thought about being less...messy?" Mythras teased.

[aequitaas]

Mythras's breathing picked up, chest heaving slightly and heart racing under Eros' touch. He had lived so long and yet he could maybe count on one hand how many beings could drive him insane like this.

It had been a very long time since he had felt like this, though.

"I would...I would always find you worthy of adoration regardless of how many times you chose to feast on my flesh." He breathed weakly and nodded shortly a few times. "I don't...I really promise I'm not crazy or anything." Mythras added with a tiny chuckle, "The beauty you exude...It's rare I find something like it, and I find it's something I've craved for dozens and dozens of centuries." He whispered.

"Nobody's ever said somethin' like that t' me..." Obvious enough by the way she was staring at him. By the way their bodies were pressed against each other now.

By the way she ran those black-tinted fingers along his chest.

It was certainly curious. This strange man who found such a beauty in the feral nature of the former high elder. That there was something about this that was not only interesting but ethereal. What a strange way to describe them, they thought. As something not like a monster, but worthy of worship.

"Y'er such an odd case...first y'walk willin'ly int' m' mouth essentially...and now y'er back here tellin' me y'think 'm beautiful..." But they weren't complained. That much was obvious, after all. Just staring up at the other male as their tail wagged absently. "And if I ate ya again? And again and again what would y'do then? Would y'still find me beautiful if all I ever did was feast on y'er flesh?"

[aequitaas]

@draconicfool continued.

Perhaps it really was Eros's fault for sitting herself right in Mythras's lap just to get some work done. Mythras knew better than that though, especially with how dolled up Eros happened to look when she decided to plop herself down like it was not a big deal.

Though it really wasn't a big deal, Mythras knew how to control himself (barely) and decided that teasing right back was the best route to go down. He had been decently subtle about it first, only absentmindedly going through his phone while his free hand stroked gently at any bare patch of Eros's skin it could reach.

Then Mythras just got bored and ramped things up from zero to a hundred before Eros had any time to retaliate.

It was always so cute when his love started pouting like this, and her reaction was especially precious when Mythras managed to get his teeth into the skin of her neck. He didn't often do any biting of course as that was Eros's job, but he allowed himself to indulge ever so often~

There's a small chuckle between the tiny licks as he feels his hand getting grabbed and placed right onto that bulge in Eros's shorts. "But, my heart, don't you have work to finish? I thought it was so important..." He teased softly, bringing his lips up to nibble lightly at the spot just under Eros's ear.

"Shouldn't you get that done first?" Mythras cooed, knowing exactly what he was doing.

[aequitaas]

“Don't look at me like that. I don't want your pity.”

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒

@aventvrina

"Well, maybe don't look so pitiful." He hadn't meant for it to come out so...mean, as the abruptness of his words seemed to catch himself off guard. Mythras was a little prone to speaking without thinking, but with such a vaguely aggressive tone wasn't as common.

He cleared his throat, "I am...so sorry, I have no idea where that even came from.." Mythras apologized sheepishly. "I was just...How much of that blood is yours exactly?" He asked in a more kind tone.

[aequitaas]

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .

@draconicfool

His fingers pressed in a little harder, blunt nails digging just slightly into Eros's skin as he gripped the other's jaw just a little tighter. Mythras was merely staring at first, gaze lingering on the slight squish of their cheeks where his fingers gripped, lingering on the sight of their lips parted and slightly pouty.

As beautiful as always. Almost good enough to eat if Mythras had the urge.

"You really are a bit of a brat sometimes, you know?" He pecked Eros's lips lightly in nothing but a fleeting kiss, his own lips curling into a innocent grin. "It's kinda sweet though, it's almost like you act out like that just to keep my attention or something." Mythras cooed, leaving another peck on their lips.

If anything, this was a bit hypocritical of Mythras to say, as he was currently acting a bit bratty himself.

"I'm really not the jealous type, but sometimes you make it really hard to stay rational, Eros." He sighed as his smile turned into a slight pout of his own. "I just wish I could...hide you away. Keep you all to myself, you know?" Mythras muttered, before pressing a firm and proper kiss to Eros's lips.

[aequitaas]

He sets the hotpot dish down for the other. "Here you are, make sure to eat enough to be satisfied, yes?"

@gildedsplendors

Mythras opened and closed his mouth just a few times in response to the dish set out in front of him. Though he closed his mouth firmly when he felt it begin to water, jaw clenched ever so slightly.

"And do you treat all your guests this well? I feel I may not need to eat for the next day or two with how rich this looks..." He laughed quietly as he stared at the dish before shifting his gaze to Jiaoqiu.

[aequitaas]

“Getting stabbed wasn't really on my bucket list.”

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒

@draconicfool

"Love, I don't think getting stabbed is on anyone's bucket list." Mythras gawked for a second before continuing to clean the wound gently. He didn't look all that happy to be cleaning said stab wound, not because he didn't want to but because Eros had gotten stabbed.

He was quiet for a longer time than usual, almost uneasily so. "So, did you take are of whoever did this to you?" Mythras wondered quietly as he changed to a clean cloth now.

[aequitaas]

❛ I wasn’t born to be soft and quiet. ❜ {👀}

PINTEREST QUOTES WITH POTENTIAL

@centuricnis

Mythras's head tilted curiously at the man's words, humming thoughtfully as he sipped his tea. "Aren't all of you?" He wondered as he finished swallowing and looking down slightly into his cup.

"You lot never struck me as the type to be passive or simply allowing things to happen." Mythras shrugged, though his words seemed to allude merely to the people of Teyvat, as though he weren't included. "Tenacious bunch too. The wars you've waged? Half of them might be for asinine reasons, but damn you guys do not take stuff just lying down." He chuckled.

[aequitaas]

Mythras's jaw dropped ever so slightly at the sight of them and it stayed open for an...embarrassing amount of seconds before he realized.

"R-Right! Right...Don't apologize! I understand you must be busy and all.." He cleared his throat, reaching into a pouch at his side and pulling out a small book, clearly worn from many years of use.

Mythras cleared his throat again as he flipped through the pages to find the right spot. "I doubt you know of me, but I've been collecting signatures and a small note from every performer and artist across the cosmos." He hummed quietly, his brows knitting together in thought. "And you...It's been centuries and it's usually so hard for me to pick since I've experienced so much but...You've definitely become my favorite." Mythras muttered sheepishly, clicking his tongue as he seemed to have found the perfect spot.

"I was merely hoping you'd add to my collection is all..!" He laughed softly and extended the book towards Jingyan, the other side of the page having a small passage and a signature from a similarly renowned performer than had been deceased for many centuries at that point.

————— ❝ Ah! You must be looking for me, yes? I apologize for the wait! ❞ Usually they were more punctual with these things...

@aequitaas || starter call

[aequitaas]

"Baba." The small girl is staring up at Myth. Holding a brush out to him. Demanding as her mother it seems. "Do m'hair?"

@draconicfool

There were very few people that could tug at Mythras's heartstrings like this, and she just happened to be one of them. In all honesty, Mythras felt as elated as the moment he held her for the first time and he knew that the feeling would never pass.

"Oh of course, dear heart." Mythras gasped, reaching to take the brush from her and smiled. "How would you like for me to do your hair today, Princess?" He wondered playfully as he already started to carefully move the brush through her hair.

[aequitaas]

Mythras is getting headbutted by a flying pink goat. And then again. And then again. They hate him.

@draconicfool

Well it wasn't...everyday that one is getting headbutted by a flying pink goat but honestly Mythras was more surprised that there were still firsts left for him to experience.

"I- Yes, yea, I get it...!" He stammered as he raised his hands to at least defend his head. "I literally just got back, I wish not to die again thank you." Mythras pouted.

[aequitaas]

❝ Dirt. Take it. We are friends now ❞ (from Peckii)

@niopham

Mythras looked from the dirt to the tiny...child? He wasn't sure exactly what Peckii was entirely.

Then he looked back at the dirt.

"Friends?" He wondered under his breath, lowering himself a little to take the dirt from Peckii as a small smile came to his face. "Friends it is, then. No one's ever given me something and said we're friends outright before though, so this is surely a first." Mythras chuckled.

[aequitaas]

"I hope you're not up to no good, Pompom won't be happy at all." - an express engineer is unhappy with chaos

@gildedsplendors

If Mythras possessed the ability to leap a dozen feet into the air he probably would have in that moment. Or maybe he could, he had never really tried.

With the sensation of his heart nearly beating out of his chest, Mythras turned on his heel. "Luckily for you I'm not up to no good. You could probably use a little better security though if anyone could just...enter the Express..." He mumbled the last bit under his breath.

[aequitaas]

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

@amanturine

Mythras didn't respond at first as he seemed to be too absorbed in the music he had been listening to. It was only when he noticed the other still standing in his vicinity did he realize he had been asked a question.

"Ah! Oh, me?" He blinked in such an oblivious way it almost seemed a little silly.

Mythras looked down at his phone then back up to Aventurine. "Nothing super exciting. Just various modern orchestral renditions of songs from a dead solar system. Trying to keep culture alive and all that." He said, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. "They did a decent job, misses some of the nuance the originals had though.." Mythras mumbled.

[aequitaas]

tag dump.

[aequitaas]

It looked like it was Mythras's turn to pout, albeit subtly, as Eros spoke about him so well. Sometimes Mythras wondered if Eros had the ability to yank his soul out and read it like a book every time she devoured him.

Maybe it was another reason he found himself so infatuated, no one had ever been able to read him as perfect as Eros could.

"Even if you can't follow, you know I always find my way back to you, sweetheart." Mythras sighed, tilting his head to brush a kiss to Eros's temple. "I could be on the other side of existence itself and I'd always find my way back to you." He cooed sweetly.

She's rather immediately kissing the spot that she bit. Puffing her cheeks out in that oh so familiar pout as she looks up at him.

"S'not fair when y'go off where I c'n't follow." She whines, leaning into the pet before he's poking her. "As if y'wouldn't. Even when I end up goin' too far y'come right back. I think ya'd be lost without me, Mythie." Or rather, she's lost without him. Always.