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thaiamulet-us · 2 years ago

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Wua Tanu thai amulet A powerful protector against Black Magic and House Invadors, as well as a strong attractor of wealth and treasures

Wua Tanu thai amulet A powerful protector against Black Magic and House Invadors, as well as a strong attractor of wealth and treasures

Wua Tanu Khanongrit, first batch, Maha Sitti Chok Phoksup, Reverend Lp Boonma, Sam Nak Song Khao Kaew Thong Prachin Buri : Copper material, Enameled green Wua tanu is a truly ancient style animist spirit charm by Lp Boonma the master of the devotees of the Thai-Burma Mon and Karen hill tribe people, Wua Tanu Sacred Arrow Bull Animist Charm in Loi Ongk Statuette form, for protection of household property and also personal protection, and wealth increase, This wua tanu is empowered to burn all evil and dark magic to ashes with its spiritual fire element. Using fire kasina to imbue the wua tanu with incredible power to completely eradicate with a fiery gaze that emits a burning beam of energy as it looks around to guard the perimeter around you and your household, business and treasures. You can ask the wua tanu to bring good business, lottery and lucky fortunes as one of its blessings too, so is not only a protective amulet, but indeed also a magical source of increased prosperity, possessing choke lap and maha pokasap (‘Dood Sap’) power, as an added benefit.

How to worship Wua Tanu and Kwai Tanu You can either use the wua tanu on a bucha tray (‘pan kroo’), or altar, to watch the house during your absence, and also worn, or carried, to take with you for protection or entering into places where much dark magic is present, such as the jungles and forests, mountainous wilderness and caves. Always make sure any Buddha images are placed higher than the wua tanu, be it on the altar or worn. If there is black magic or curses attacking you, problems occurring enemies or ghosts and demons are bothering, then chant the kata ‘Wua Tanu ’ 3 times and pray for assistance to the wua tanu, and the problems will be met by the wua tanu who will send them back to where they came from or burn them to cinders with its gaze. To use on the altar, give offerings of water and seven blades/leaves of hay or grass on a Tuesdays and on Buddhist holy days. Enemies who attack will end up suffering the same thing they tried to commit against you, as the wua tanu sends all curses and evils back to their origin, to attack their own maker. This also then stops any bad luck that may have been blocking the lucky influences from entering by removing any black magic or other obstacles, and calling in wealth and lucky events. The wua tanu is in Thailand an essential magical assistant for houses that are on the edge of forests or jungles, on a T-junction or a fork in the road, or where the local spirits are very powerful and not always benevolent, and easily angered. If you have a household in one of these situations then the wua tanu is an especially recommended protective spell to eliminate inauspicious influences.Great for protect their valuables, or to defend themselves agains black magic +++++ For perfect house protection put 4 wua tanu in the earth, You can use Wua Tanu to watch over your house,or mark a safe area around the house, or any place where there is strong Magic. To do this, you need four Wua Tanu, and a bowl of pure water in a Khan Nam Montr vessel. Then take the Wua Tanu and place them in the Khan Nam Montr (prayer water bowl). Then focus your mind into meditation, and think of the Buddha Dhamma and Sangha, the Deities and Kroo Ba Ajarn, and Ajarn Somrach, and empower the prayer water by chanting the Kata into it and projecting your thoughts into the water as you blow three times into the bowl. Take the four Wua Tanu, and bury them in the Earth in the four Cardinal directions. If it is a house, that has no earth to be able to dig, then the Wua Tanu should be placed in the four outer corners of the house,and the prayer water should be sprinkled around the area to be protected. If you have a Kuman Tong or other forms of Phuudt or Phii Prai, which you make Bucha offerings to in the house, then you must tell the Wua Grating Tanu, by stating who is allowed to enter and leave the protected area and who not. It is a good idea to also state that any ghosts or beings that are benevolent and will bring help or auspicious blessings should be allowed to enter.

Using to make Holy Water (Nam Montr) If you want to make Nam Montr to remove the power of Black Magic from a person place or object, or to banish demons and spirits, or exorcise a person who is possessed, then you must make the Nam Montr in the same way as previously explained. But this time you need to use only one Wua Tanu. Then hold the Wua Tanu in your hands and enter Samadhi meditation, focusing as strongly as possible on the Merits of the Buddha. Chant Na Mo Dtassa Pakawadto Arahadto Sammaa Samputtassa 3 times, and ask for the Power and grace of the Triple Gem the Angels and Deities and Brahmas, Kroo Ba Ajarn (your teachers), and the power of the Mythic Wua Tanu to make the prayer water powerful and endowed with the ability to remove all forms of black magic and evil influence (you can specify particular purposes if you wish to be more detailed in the function of the Nam Montr). Once you have chanted the Kata of empowerment, you should breathe deeply inwards and blow three times on the Wua Tanu, and lower it into the Khan Nam Montr until it is submerged under the surface of the prayer water. Then you can use the water for drinking, cleaning yourself and the like to remove any Black Magic spells or unlucky influences. You can wear or carry the Wua Tanu with you, or put it in your vehicle as a protection from accidents of all kinds. If there are ever any visitations or experiences with contacting dark entities, all you need to do is dedicate some of the fruits of your merits to them, and think of Wua Tanu, and they will disappear. Kata Wua Tanu (always chant ‘Namo Dtassa pakawadto Arahadto Samputtassa 3 times before any other Kata) Then Chant the Hnun Taat See (Invocation of the four elements) Na Ma Na A – Nor Gor Na Ga – Gor Or Nor A – Na A Ga Ang (3 times) Om Kono Kono Wua Tanu Gao Panwaa Saay Dtaa Gao Pan Muay Tiaw Plaay Duay Tuk Kam Chao Bpen Jao Gae Fhoong Phii Tang Hlaay Puudt Phii lae Phii Prai Chin Hai Dtaay Ya Hai La Thoi Ju Lai Ju Sitti Puttang Sitti Tammang Sitti Sangkang Sitti Swaaha Pa Ta Na Ma Kata Wua Tanu Tong Om Kho No Kho No – Wua Tanoo Gao Pan Nork Saay Rort Gao Panwaa Saay Dtaa – Gao Pan Muay Tiaw Bpraay Duay Tuk Kam Shao Bpen Jao Gae Foong Phii Tang Hlaay – Phuudt Phii – Phii Prai Chon Hai Dtaay Yaa Dai Laa Thoy Joo Lai Joo Sitti Puttang Sitti Tammang Sitti Sangkang Sitti Swaaha Kata Bucha Kway Tanu Kroo Ba Noi Na Paawaenu Na Paawaenu Wae Taa Saa Gu Gu Saa Taa Wae Taayassa Dta Ta Saa Ti Gu Gu Ti Saa Saa Gu Dta Gu Puu Dta Pu Ko Swaaha Sodt Thi Dtae Hondtu Chayya Mangkalaani Nu Paawaena Wae Paa Na Nu Wae Paa Na Nu Paa Na Nu Wae Paa Na Nu Wae Na Nu Wae Paa Na Nu Wae Paa Na Paa Wae Nu na Paa Wae Nu *** Always chant the ‘Maha Namasakara’ first before chanting the kata ‘Wua Tanu’ if you are Buddhist. If you are Hindu then perform your usual poojahs or chalisa to your allocated deity first and then perform the kata for the wua tanu. If you are Muslim, then say your prayer to Allah first, before chanting to the wua tanu.

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oopsimafannow · 2 years ago

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Ep6

Once again the way Jim and Wen talk to each other is EVERYTHING TO ME

Jim u r in love sorry to break it 2 u

WEN COOKING FOR JIM

Li Ming you're so BRAVE

Heart and Li Ming are so fucking cute

LENG ily

GOD DAMN 🔥MIX !!!!!!!! GOD DAMNN

DAMN

Gaipa!!!! BABY!!!!!!!!!!! so brave and lovely

Khao is fucking AMAZING and pulled the first gay chicken show tears from me well done well done

I need gaipa to be courted by a very sweet and gentle man

Wen holding Jim's waist!!!!

Wen asking to sleep on Jim's lap!!!!!!

Wen could let Jim pat his hair without acknowledging it -- he could choose to let Jim do this quietly but he LOOKS AT JIM because Wen is so up front about his feelings for Jim and he won't let Jim be alone in this moment!!!!!!!!!!

Haha wow the fear/panic/terror/hope on Jim's face when Wen suggests Facebook??? EARTH IS SO GOOD OMG

"I quit suffocating over the past" 😭

"Are you including me in your family" FUCK ME

I'm so Overwhelmed

With love for this show

It's so beautiful

Jim grabbing Wen's hand FIRST

Heart and Li Ming 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

"I want to hear your voice"

Their perfect NYE 😭🥹

God dammit Alan

My 🌙 moonlight chicken🐔 thoughts now that I've caught up

Mix is thicc thicc and I love him

Wen is perfect and can do no wrong

I do not trust Alan at all he is terrifying

Earth and Mix are KILLING IT!!!!!!!!

Gaipa deserves a husband who will spoil him

First is a Very Good actor!!!!!!

Heart and Li Ming mean everything to me and if they get hurt I will go on strike

#the gay chicken show #moonlight chicken #this is still a pro wen anti Alan space he still gives me the creeps when im not distracted by how beautiful first is

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scrumptiousstuffs · 2 months ago

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i dont think FK used to really do fanservice the way were used to seeing it but they are now and it makes me wonder what has changed.

Hemm…I’m not sure what you mean. We only have these 2 as CP officially from 2022. Don’t quote me on this, cause I’m now just speculating, but I got the impression when they first got partnered up the boys (esp Khao) were trying to find the dynamics on what they want to show to the fans on-screen (so, if that’s what you meant by fanservice - then yes, it seems the boys are more comfortable with just showing how clingy they are together).

However, I mention previously on another asked, it’s the off-screen behaviour that strikes me the most. Even before they were partnered officially, First and Khao were already flirting on Twitter (it’s amusing to see this on Twitter now - cause as FK are slowly gaining more traction internationally, we have Thai fans kindly translating their posts from 2020 - WAY before they were officially a CP. Plus, from what I could gather - they used to be even more unhinged before they were official. The boys did live IGs where they called each other handsome/cute to the point we have fans from both camp wanting them to be CP even back in 2020. Not to mention we have First wanting so badly to act with Khao, he even auditioned in Tonhon Chonlatee).

Also, when Khaotung was officially promoting with Pond (during TC area) - we have First basically turning up to their events, happily third wheeling. And if you recall the infamous BTS video, where we have First back hugging Khaotung while Pond is next to him, P’Som and Pond just shrug 🤷🏽‍♀️ it off, saying that these are common behaviour for these 2!

I also recall during a promo of one of the concert (I think LOLfanfest?), when CPs were asked to describe each other - and we have PondPhuwin describing FirstKhao: Pond bluntly said “P’First, there is not much to say. He just follows P’Khaotung everywhere.”

I guess, what I’m trying to say is that it seems off-screen they are just as clingy and sticky on screen (but they are now just more comfortable showing them?). Everyone in GMMTV knows this - we have people like Ploy, Book, Jojo and Joong showing us wonderfully unhinged content of our boys BTS (but notice it’s never our boys doing the photos/videos themselves - so I can’t even call it fanservice when they seem just to act them subconsciously/naturally and it’s other people around them that amusingly clocks on how close the boys are!)

After saying all the above though, both FirstKhaotung are method actors. And some Thai fans from Twitter did wonder whether the off-screen clinginess we are currently seeing maybe stemming from their characters (of KantBison in The Heart Killers). Either way, I think even taking that into account, these 2 are just so codependent on each other. FK went into mini-meltdown when Khao was away for GMMTV Musicon (that’s the only way I could describe them with Khao calling First at least twice? before the show and then we have First joining Khao’s gym 😂 permanently…or when Khao was hosting GMMTV Live House, he could not helped but mentioning his bestie 13 times (someone calculated) during the entire run of a show that lasted for approx 1 hr - that’s like 1 per 5 mins 🫣. Or Khao shyly mentioning he wants to bring First during his solo events next time.

Anyway, the boys can flirt and be clingy all they want on my social media. I will happily lapped it up.

#khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #firstkhao #firstkhaotung #asked and answered #my boys can be as clingy and sticky as they want #i adore them

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peachyrainn · 2 years ago

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“we can sit like this. it’s fine.”

The Eclipse episode 8

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khaotic-kitsunes · 3 years ago

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Drifting

I had so much fun writing up the introduction to this request! You’ll probably see why in just a minute too...but, fun fact, the lovely Khaos, the newest addition to the blog, helped me out with this request when I found myself a little stuck!

Khaos added a helpful amount of amazing to the ending scene, so be sure to thank them for their amazing input! Oh, and make sure ya let us know what you think, okay?

I would also like to add that I know it’s been quiet here on the blog and I’m sorry for that but personally, I’ve had some...curveballs thrown at me health wise so you probably won’t see a lot from me. So, yeah.

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Cheeky Kitsune ��💋

Tamaki slowly peeked up above the ocean’s surface, keeping as quiet as possible to remain unnoticed while he allowed his eyes to land upon the object of his curiosities and affections; swallowing thickly when he realised that you had shown up at exactly sunset yet again, just like always.

And, as always, you were alone. You had no companions that could prevent him from stealing you away to his secret cave and no one to help you if he decided to keep you to himself. An idea that appealed to him more with each of your visits to the beach.

What interested Tamaki most, however, was the fact that with each of your visits, you made sure to only come by the secluded beach at sunset; when everyone else had gone home for the day. Tourists seemed to believe all the local’s stories of monsters beneath the water’s surface, waiting for the sun to go down so that their attacks could go unnoticed until it was too late.

Of course, it was all nonsense. Tamaki was the only merperson to occupy this particular beach and he had been for quite a few years now; any and all monsters were long gone, migrated to places that weren’t so aware of the dangers that lurked beneath the depths.

But it was also because of the late hour that you came to the beach, that Tamaki couldn’t approach you. He was all too aware of how a human woman might react to a random man approaching them in the water when the sun was beginning to set, shadows casting over the sky and melting the beautiful orange hues into an inky blackness.

So, instead, Tamaki had to be satisfied with watching you from afar. Appreciating your beauty and daydreaming about all the different possibilities of meeting you; how he could befriend you and get closer, all while knowing it would be an impossibility.

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Tamaki stared at you with wide, saucer-like eyes, his mouth hanging open while you swam towards him slowly; your body remaining below the water’s surface, hiding the fact that you were without your bikini top.

The very same bikini top that he held in his hands, a scrap of clothing that he had been inspecting out of confusion given that it was nearly midnight and he had thought that you had left the beach hours ago like you normally would.

“…I think that’s mine” Your softly uttered words startled him, making him jolt and sink down further into the water while he released the bikini top; allowing it to float up to the surface, harmlessly bobbing up and down with the waves between the both of you.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t realise that someone else was here” He muttered out a pathetic excuse for an apology, trying his best not to let his tentacles move into your line of sight; desperate to at least seem normal, even if it wouldn’t be a lasting impression.

Tamaki gulped nervously as he watched you reach for the floating bikini top, averting his gaze when you shuffled around to put the piece of clothing back on; the hurried movements of your fingers catching his attention with how the water splashed from the clumsy actions. The silence beginning to feel awkward while Tamaki tried his best not to look at you before you were ready, not wanting to come off as a pervert. Not to you.

“It’s okay, I didn’t realise anyone else was here either. Not this late at night anyways and certainly not with the way everyone goes on about the monsters that are waiting for sunset so they can eat you” You rolled your eyes as the words left your lips, briefly giving Tamaki a once over before nodding your head to yourself; making Tamaki wonder if you were giving him the benefit of the doubt despite how strange it was for him to be here at this time, more so considering that he had technically been holding onto your bikini top.

Then again, it would make sense for you to assume that he had thought it was a piece of seaweed; because honestly, that’s exactly what Tamaki had first thought when he picked it up.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to investigate strange and/or suspicious objects that were found floating in the ocean, only to cast them away as quickly as they had been found. Tamaki had seen humans do so more times than he could count and luckily for him, he had had the brains to immediately release the skimpy piece of clothing; a guilty man would have tried to hide it, or simply kept held of it. Not Tamaki though, he had dropped it, allowed you to take it back and even averted his gaze so that you could have some form of privacy while fixing your top; even if it hadn’t been a great deal of privacy. There was only so much he could offer given the circumstances after all.

However, even with these facts in mind, Tamaki could easily see that you were still on guard and he was happy to see such a thing. It reassured him that you didn’t trust random strangers in the water just because they had been polite enough to look away while you were topless.

“Still, I am sorry…about your top, I mean. If I had of known what it was…” Tamaki trailed off as his face flushed with embarrassment, the tips of his pointed ears beginning to turn a similar shade of scarlet while he dipped further into the gentle waves of the night’s warm ocean waters; only stopping when his nose was beneath the salty waters.

“It’s fine, okay? No harm, no foul” You hummed out the words in a soft voice, swimming around to face the embarrassed merman; all the while being completely unaware of what he truly was.

“So…what brings you out so late?” Your question made Tamaki’s body go stiff, anxiety rushing through his system while his brain scrambled to think of something, anything to say in response to such an innocently asked question; anything but the truth, that is.

There was no way known that Tamaki could tell you the truth behind his daily visits to this beach, especially when he could live happily and stealthily beneath the ocean waves for the rest of his life if it weren’t for your presence on this beach.

Tamaki wanted to slap himself. Here he was, minding his own business in the ocean when the opportunity that he would have killed for, landed in his lap. The chance to speak with you, instead of just stare at you from afar and yet here he was, completely and utterly unable to get a single word out; instead, the fears of what could happen filled his mind.

The terrifying what ifs of you hating him if he opened his mouth and said the wrong thing tormenting him into a nervous silence. Tamaki’s only relief from the situation, was that he would have the memories of having gotten close to you without making you scream and panic; though that also meant that no one would notice if he were to steal you away in that moment, if he took you to a place that no one would ever hope to find.

But that was something that he couldn’t do and definitely something that Tamaki shouldn’t think about, unless he wanted to fuel the desires that he so often pushed aside. You would surely hate him if he were to do even half of the things that he had thought about.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around…” You mumbled out the farewell awkwardly, turning away from Tamaki in order to swim back towards the shore, no longer able to enjoy the solitude of an empty beach.

“Uh, wait!” Tamaki called out to you again, finally able to find his voice once more as he reached out for you, his hand closing around your arm. Sealing his choice of interaction with you when you turned to face him. He should have let you leave.

“Your…um, your strap, it’s loose…” He barely managed to mumble out the words without humiliating himself, averting his gaze when he found himself unable to meet your eyes; not needing the added kick of self-loathing on top of his nervousness.

“You’ll lose your top again if you don’t fix it…”

“Oh. Well, do you mind?”

Tamaki gulped nervously as you turned your back to him once more, allowing him to reach for the loose strings belonging to your bikini top; needing to untie the knot that you had created in a rush minutes ago. If Tamaki were telling the truth, the knot probably would have held, but at the same time, he wouldn’t get another chance to let his skin brush against your own.

Now, he was in heaven, making sure to tie a strong knot while at the same time, being sure that it wasn’t so tight that you wouldn’t be able to undo it yourself later on.

“There…all done” He mumbled out the words under his breath when he was finished tying the knot, his fingers lingering on your skin for a brief moment, wanting more; though you pulled away before he could get ahead of himself.

Leaving Tamaki to breathe a sigh of release, all while silently cursing both himself and all of his pent-up desires. More so when you spun around to smile at him, the radiance you gave off nearly blinding his mopey self.

“You’re beautiful…!” Tamaki blurted out the words before he could stop himself, quickly slapping his hands over his mouth with his eyes going wide in a mix of shock and horror. Mortified that he had said something like that without realising.

Your eyes went wide, the smile fading from your lips and making Tamaki wish that he had legs so that he could kick himself. Unaware that you weren’t upset, but rather the opposite, never having been so earnestly complimented before; it brought an unfamiliar warmth to your cheeks and to your heart.

“Um…thanks…” Tamaki watched you as you swam closer to him, torn between escaping to the ocean’s depths and closing the gap between the two of you; desperate for both, yet knowing better than to actually reach for the object of his desires.

With his mind struggling to choose between the two options, Tamaki froze in place at the worst time; allowing you to move closer until he felt your warm toes brush over his wriggling tentacles, fear filling him when you jolted back in surprise. Your eyes scanning the dark waters for seaweed.

“What’s…wrong?” Tamaki mentally slapped himself for asking while he watched you lower your head closer to the water’s surface, still searching for seaweed that he knew you wouldn’t find. He was just thankful that it was so late in the night, making it nearly impossible for you to see anything below the surface; you weren’t like him, you didn’t have eyes unaffected by the dark.

“Well, it’s just…I thought that something touched my leg…”

Tamaki moved his tentacles as far away from you as he could, praying that the darkness would be enough to push aside your curiosity, but apparently, it was too late; your hands closed around two of his now squirming tentacles as he tried to pull them free of your hold.

“Y-You…you’re a…” You breathed out in amazement, eyes wide as you stared at him and though it wasn’t in fear, Tamaki couldn’t take it. He wriggled his tentacles free of your grip and dove deep into the water; fearing what you would do now that you knew what he was.

“Wait!”

Tamaki ignored the muffled cry for him to stop, determined not to lose the strength it took to leave you behind instead of dragging you into the depths with him.

Before Tamaki could get too far away however, he felt your hands close around his tentacles for the second time, causing him to freeze on the spot; heart thundering in his chest. He was already struggling to keep himself contained after having his tentacles grabbed the first time, but now it was too much; his tentacles were sensitive after all.

Tamaki turned around in the water to look at you with a hunger that he had been pushing aside for far too long; using every last ounce of willpower he had left not to grab you and take you with him to his cave.

The two of you remained submerged for a moment longer, staring at each other through the impossibly dark ocean water of the night. Tamaki knew you couldn’t see him, but your hold on his tentacles was enough to give you a direction to look at and like this, he had the rare opportunity to take in your breathtaking appearance; enjoying it as much as possible before wrapping some of his tentacles around your body and swimming for the surface.

You were a human, which meant that you needed oxygen. A fact that he had nearly forgotten for a moment there, but either way; Tamaki wasn’t going to let you die. Not now, not when he could prevent it.

“I’m not…I’m not gonna—” Tamaki motioned you to stop speaking as you tried to cough at the words, a suggestion that you decided to follow given that it was hard to regain your breath and speak at the same time. Given that Tamaki was no longer trying to swim away and that his tentacles were still wrapped around your body, keeping you afloat so that you didn’t have to put any effort into swimming yourself; you figured that you had time to catch your breath.

“I was trying to say that I’m not going to turn you in. I was just…surprised, I guess” You rubbed at your neck as you explained yourself, your words making Tamaki’s stress melt away while thoughts of adoration towards you filled his mind.

It was mind blowing to him that a human that had just discovered his secret wasn’t about to go running off telling everyone that merpeople existed and it certainly made him love you more than he already did.

“Though, I am a little confused. I’ve heard those stories for years, listening to them as a little girl…how going out into the water at night is a terrible idea because monsters from the ocean will drag you beneath the water and steal you away” Tamaki grimaced as you giggled at the thought, clearly having no idea how close you had come to such a fate; even if the end result would have been different. Tamaki wouldn’t have hurt you, or eaten you alive like the old monsters of the ocean would have; no, he would have done so many different things to you. Things that would surely have you slap him if he dared to say them aloud to you.

“Well, you know…don’t believe everything you hear I guess…” He managed to get a light-hearted chuckle out as he spoke, deciding that for the moment it would be better to keep you entrapped in his tentacles; mostly so that you couldn’t grab a hold of them again and push him into his instincts more than you already have.

“I guess so, but I don’t know…you don’t seem so bad. Maybe having you steal me away wouldn’t be so terrible” Tamaki’s features twisted into unfiltered surprise at your giggled words, blood rushing through his ears and completely blocking out whatever it was that you were currently continuing on with.

It seemed you managed to notice the faraway look in his eyes while his mind worked overtime to process your joke. Going as far as to reach out with your hand to brush your fingertips against his cheek, ripping him from his thoughts and dragging him back to reality; your eyes locking with his heated gaze the moment his attention was back on the present you instead of his fantasy version.

“…You would let me steal you away?” He pulled your body closer to his with his tentacles as he spoke, the slippery limbs tightening their hold on you ever-so-slightly while you gulped nervously; unable to look away from the merman in front of you.

“…I…yes, I guess so” You spoke softly, unsure words tasting foreign to your tongue but unregrettable all the same. There was a certain air of importance surrounding the spoken words and now you found yourself slowly beginning to sink into the water with a smiling Tamaki.

It was amazing, how his eyes had lit up with joy at your uttered words. Though it made you think vaguely of the old fae stories, where your word was a binding contract and if that were to be held in the same regard with mer-people, then it seemed like you had agreed to a new way of life.

“You won’t regret it, I promise. I’ve got the perfect place in mind for you, you’ll be safe with me…I won’t let anyone steal you away…”

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mythologyfolklore · 4 years ago

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Ares and Athena through the years - Ch. 06

Chapter six: Grief and reconciliation

The Olympians had now got a new member: Dionysos, the new god of wine, madness, theatre, parties, vegetation and the afterlife.

But it wasn't celebrated as much as it would have normally. The young god didn't mind; he knew why and he understood, that this was no time for a party.

They would have been thirteen now, but Hestia had given up her place in favour of him, thus they stayed twelve. Athena found, that the round looked kind of … incomplete without Hestia.

But her chair wasn't the only empty one.

Two other deities, who were still here, but hardly showed their faces these days, were leaving their places at the table vacant. Yet, when they did show up, they often killed the mood in the room, just by looking like the Algea¹ themselves. Zeus tolerated it, as he could relate to their grief.

Ares and Aphrodite looked strange in mourning attire.

Crushed, far less alive, mere shadows of their former selves.

Clad in black from head to toe, no jewellery or armour, they even were wearing ashes.

Aphrodite's lovely hair had been shorn, the way mortal women did, when mourning. It was odd to see the bright love goddess wear nothing but black. Her duties no longer delighted her, nor did the other Olympians ever hear her bell-like laughter these days.

Ares was neglecting his job entirely and never looked anything but weary, broken and defeated. He had dark rims under his eyes and always seemed close to either tears or a fit of anger. And he had taken to wearing a brooch with Harmonia's face engraved on it.

Dear, blameless Harmonia, Ares' and Aphrodite's beloved daughter and sunshine, who was gone, gone forever, who would never come back, who had forsaken divinity … who was dead.

It was still so hard to believe for everyone.

Goddesses didn't die.

Only once had Athena seen a goddess die: her first friend, whose name she had adopted to honour her. Except that Pallas had simply become one with Pontos² again.

She was, in a way, still there.

Not so Harmonia; she was really, truly dead and nothing would ever bring her back.

Ares knew, that the rest of the family had trouble stomaching this too.

Even for him and Aphrodite it was hard to believe, and even harder, if not impossible, to bear.

My lovely daughter, my little sunshine, my joy and pride, my sweet child, she is gone, gone, she will never come back, she is dead, dead, dead-

Both parents had fallen silent.

They rarely spoke anymore and if they did, it was always about Harmonia. They didn't know how else to cope with their grief.

For their divine children it was the same.

Once they'd had a fight with their youngest sons Phobos and Deimos, who had confronted them and doubted, that if one of them would die, their parents would be remotely as affected. The fight had escalated into screaming, shattered earthenware and broken furniture, but had ended in tears and a group hug.

Ares could understand and relate to this, his children's worry, still he didn't want to hear such an accusation ever again.

There were moments, when the pain got too overwhelming, that Aphrodite would randomly burst into tears or wails and Ares would clench every muscle in his body, trying to suppress his emotions.

They both knew why things had come to this.

Ares had known before Aphrodite had.

The necklace … the necklace Hephaistos had once given Aphrodite (after their divorce, after the incident had happened), who in turn had given it to her daughter as a wedding gift.

That cursed piece of jewellery that, as Ares soon had found out, had been made with malicious intent.

Dionysos (this boy, who was both his half-brother, his nephew and his daughter's grandson, this god of madness, who had caused part of the trouble) had been the one to point it out.

And once Ares had actually taken a look at the necklace of Harmonia, it had dawned on him.

The necklace had been made by Hephaistos, obviously, but he had also recognised the handiwork of Eris, the baleful essence of her and her children. Whatever way the blacksmith had persuaded her and the Kakodaimones to help him was beyond Ares, but that wasn't the point. It was oozing with misfortune and woe.

And then he remembered overhearing a conversation between the smith and his new wife, Aglaia.

The thing was fucking cursed.

The maker had wanted her to suffer for her parents' crime.

My Harmonia, my child, he wanted her to suffer for something that was mine and Aphrodite's fault, he wanted to hurt her, because she reminded him of the incident.

The realisation had made Ares burst into dreadful laughter, terrifying every living being within a hundred mile radius.

Of course.

How could he ever have assumed, that his brother would possibly gift something to the daughter of Ares and Aphrodite, to the girl who had been conceived on that disgraceful day.

How could he ever have hoped that Hephaistos would forgive them?

Of course Hephaistos hadn't forgiven them.

He hadn't forgiven Ares and Aphrodite for betraying him, so how could he have forgiven their daughter to come from it?

At first he had wanted to take his wrath out on them directly, but had quickly noticed, that they themselves left no opening for the curse to work (then again, Ares was friends with Eris and her brood of evil, so he was probably completely immune to their vibes).

Aphrodite giving the accursed necklace to her daughter had just been a stroke of luck; Harmonia, a third generation goddess with a mortal husband and children, had been a lot more vulnerable to the baleful curse of her wedding gift.

Deep down, the smith had felt sorry for his niece, even though under his friendly facade he had always loathed her for being spawned under such circumstances. Still there had been no denying, that she had been sweet and innocent and hadn't deserved to suffer.

Yet, his pity had been drowned out by the grim satisfaction of seeing her parents heartbroken over their daughter's misfortune and subsequent death.

Maybe one day he would regret, what he had done, but that day was yet to come. For now his heart was flint.

As Athena followed Aglaia through the smithery, the Kharis seemed to be far more sober than usual.

“Approach him with care”, she warned the wisdom goddess, “He's in a really bad mood today.”

“I can imagine”, the taller woman muttered. “Don't worry. I can handle this, I know what to do.”

Aglaia nodded in acknowledgement, but whispered: “Alright. Just don't say their names. And don't mention the incident.”

She bowed courteously and saw herself out.

Athena took a deep breath, before going deeper into the workshop.

Don't say their names … that would be impossible, because she was here on their behalf.

“Hey, Athena. I know you and I hate each other, but can you do me a favour …?”

Once Ares had told her, she hadn't been able to refuse.

The blue-eyed goddess needed to look for a while, until she spied Hephaistos hunched over a desk, doing precision work. His face was stone and he was currently burning brightly, not bothering to keep his flames inside his body.

In a really bad mood, Aglaia had said – what an understatement! If the normally composed smith was on fire, that could only mean that he was on the verge of exploding!

It was only when his hands were free, that Athena knocked on the door frame to make herself known.

He turned his head.

Holy Khaos, if looks could kill even gods, she would have dropped dead on the spot!

“Your shield isn't done yet!”, he snapped at her and sparks fell out of his hair.

She swallowed her agitation and replied: “I'm not here because of that. I'm here, because someone asked me to give you a letter and didn't trust Hermes to do it.”

Hephaistos stared at her and his flames died down.

After muttering an apology for his rudeness, he pushed his wheelchair around the desk and offered her a stool.

“Do you want some nectar?”

“No, thank you. As I said, I'm only here because of the letter.”

The smith was obviously still extremely pissed off, but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before speaking.

“Athena, if this is a letter from Ares, give it back to him and tell him to shove it up his-”

“Listen to me!”, she interrupted him. “I didn't read this, but he came to me, even though he hates me, and asked me for help. So this has to be important!”

“… Fine.”

“When he gave me this, he mentioned another letter he sent you before.”

Hephaistos scowled and confirmed, that he had indeed received a letter – more than a millennium after the incident.

Athena lifted an eyebrow. “You didn't read it, did you? He suspected it too. Said, that this time he wants you to read it in my presence. I hate to admit it, but sometimes he does use the single-digit number of braincells he has.”

The smith snorted at the jab, but told her to wait here, rolled out of the room and came back with another, seemingly far older scroll of papyrus.

“You are both right, I didn't read it”, he admitted. “But for some reason I couldn't bring myself to burn it either.” A sigh. “After all, no one has ever gone through remotely as much trouble as to write me a letter.”

“Maybe you want to read that one first”, she proposed.

Hephaistos scowled down at the scroll in his lap. But after unrolling it, he blinked.

“Huh. The prick sure has clean handwriting.”

Oh. That really was unexpected. However, it didn't matter right now.

“What are you waiting for?”, Athena urged.

He puffed his cheeks. “I still don't see a point in reading it. It's probably something really offensive about me stealing his girl or some shit.”

She chuckled. Yes, that sounded like something Ares would have written after the incident.

“Well, can he make you any angrier than you already are at him?”

“I guess not.”

“Then read it anyway. And if it pisses you off, burn it. But at least you'll have read it.”

The blacksmith rolled his eyes, but gave in. “Alright.”

Clearing his throat, he began to read:

“Dear little brother,

since that golden net incident, you have never given me the chance to tell you, how I feel. And because you won't listen to me, I'm sending you this letter. I beg you, read all of it. When you've finished, you can burn it, if you want, just … hear me out …”

Athena looked over his shoulders, as he read it to her.

She was actually impressed.

Never ever would she have pinned Ares to write something even remotely as deep.

If she hadn't known better, she would have thought it was Aphrodite's hand – but it obviously wasn't; her writing was cursive and ornate, as opposed to Ares' clean, but plain hand.

Except that what he had written was so genuine and candid … alright, it was definitely Ares.

Hephaistos read everything, but his voice grew shakier with every paragraph.

By the end, he was full-on crying.

“Fucking arsehole!”, he choked and burned the letter in his hands, “First he gives me a lesson about love, rubs his relationship with Aphrodite in my face and then he tells me, that he loves me?! Of all the things he could have written, this …”

Gently Athena stroked his back, as he sobbed into his hands.

It took him a while to compose himself.

The goddess of wisdom had left, after reading the second letter to him, as he had asked.

Hephaistos just needed some time alone.

He … he didn't know how to deal with this.

Everything was way too much and too confusing and he needed distance.

The other gods could wait for their stuff. Or they could just ask his assistants to finish the crap.

He would go on a holiday trip.

Far away from Olympos.

Preferably even away from Hellas.

Sicilia?

That was the place.

He hadn't seen Vulcanus in a while.

“… And that's basically, what happened.”

“Hm …”

Vulcanus peeked at his Greek colleague from behind his cup.

“Let me check, if I got this right”, he spoke, “You avenged yourself on the adulterers by placing a curse on their innocent daughter. A girl, who never did anything to you aside from that one flaw she can't help – that she was conceived through adultery – which, as I just said, really isn't her fault, who was pretty much as pure as the rays of the sun above”, the Italian god commented. “Well, I'm not going to question your motives. But do tell me: are you proud of yourself and of what you have done to Harmonia?”

Hephaistos didn't answer immediately. He was just stubbornly staring into the fire.

Alone, Vulcanus already knew the answer, long before the older god spoke.

They didn't meet often, but knew each other oddly well – as if they were brothers.

Perhaps in a sense they were.

Finally Hephaistos admitted: “No, I'm not.”

The Italian god cleared his throat: “Y'know, I have found, that time can fix that kind of shit. Revenge isn't always needed. Besides, you already exposed and publicly embarrassed them and divorced Aphrodite, it was not necessary to get back at her. Why make a cruel and complicated revenge plan, when you can just … let it go? I know it's easy to say and hard to do, but it's true. Think about it; is she that important to you, that you cannot forgive their betrayal, even after thousands of years? Trust me. Revenge isn't always the right thing. It doesn't make you a good person in any way.”

The Greek god sighed in obvious frustration.

But his facial features gradually softened into a pensive expression.

Eventually his face became determined, he muttered a begrudging “Ugh, fine”, rolled his wheelchair around and bid his colleague goodbye.

“What will you do now?”, Vulcanus wanted to know, as he stepped aside to let his colleague out.

Hephaistos turned around and was (surprisingly) smiling.

“Travel to Illyria. I'm going to meet with an old friend.”

“Thank you for the ride, Helios”, Hephaistos thanked his driver.

The sun Titan laughed merrily: “Hey, anything for my best buddy! Besides, I understand what you're up to, man. You sort things out and if you need a ride back to Olympos, just call me up, 'kay?”

The blacksmith god smiled: “Sure.”

“Alright!”, the Titan exclaimed and jumped back onto his chariot, “I'll continue my trip across the sky, before your king gets the vapours.”

The younger deity could only giggle.

The Titan grinned, before spurring his horses and riding off.

With a fond smile Hephaistos looked after Helios. The gods could say about that guy what they wanted, but he was a really good and reliable friend.

But his smile faded immediately, as he turned to the temple that contained the petrified remains of his niece and her husband.

This would be incredibly hard and he wasn't sure, if he actually knew what to say.

But he wasn't a coward and he definitely was no quitter.

He wasn't sure, if Harmonia could hear him, but he definitely owed her an apology – even, if he had to give it to a rock, since her and Kadmos' remains had turned to stone through Zeus' will.

That's my fault … it's all my fault …

“Alright”, he murmured to himself. “Time to finally man up and face the shit I've done.”

He entered the building and to his relief found, that it was empty.

Good.

It would be Tartaros to explain to a mortal priest or visitor, what a tan, young-looking man with long black hair and a wheelchair (it wasn't like the mortals knew those yet) was doing inside a funerary temple with an offering of incense, cinnamon, holy water and a bouquet of white roses. Bringing flowers was silly; the goddess turned mortal was now dwelling in Elysion, where the flowers grew fairest, but she would have been happy either way, he knew.

She was a real sweetheart … I have to give it to her parents, they raised her well.

He looked around the interior.

It was a plain, almost minimalistic temple and behind a simplistic altar, on an elevated pedestal stood a statue of two medium-sized Drakones³, entwined in eternal embrace. Thus the couple had passed on and thenceforth their petrified bodies had remained this way. It was both romantic and tragic.

He sighed: “Hello, Harmonia. It's been a while. The last time we saw each other was at your wedding, I believe?”

He set his offerings on the altar with some effort.

“I'm sorry I took so long. Well, for that and a lot of other things. This is kind of stupid, because I'm here talking to a rock, when I should be saying this to your face. But I can't, so this will have to do. I don't know, how much you knew. Or if you can hear me, for that matter. Still I owe you an explanation … and an apology.”

Suddenly he was startled by a gust of wind, but when he looked around, no one was there.

After looking around cautiously, he just assumed, that it had been the draft and turned back to the stone.

“Well, there really are no words to make up for what I have done to you to get back at your parents, but I will try anyway.”

He began with an explanation, then a confession, before attempting to apologise.

Eventually he said: “So … that's it. That's kinda how I ruined your entire family out of petty revenge. I know that a sorry won't cut it. But I'll try anyway. I'm sorry. I had no right to do what I did. Because of my grudge against your parents, I destroyed your every chance at happiness. Because of the circumstances you were conceived in, I hated you, even though you never did anything to warrant it. Back then I did it to make them suffer and didn't care about how you would handle all of this. Today I know, that I was in the wrong. I should have just let it go and instead I made an innocent woman suffer out of selfish spite. What I have done is unforgivable and I do not ask for your forgiveness, that I don't deserve. Still I want you to know, that I regret what I did. So I hope that you can hear this. If you hate me now, that's fine (you have all reason to), but if you can find it in your heart to believe me, that would be more than I could already ask for. Please believe me, when I say … I'm sorry. I deeply, truly am.”

Finishing his apology, he took a deep breath.

There. It had been done.

Suddenly he felt a lot lighter, even though he had been talking to a rock.

For a moment the temple was quiet.

Then a voice made him almost yelp.

“That was a beautiful apology. Would've been better, if you had said it to her face, though.”

Hephaistos turned his wheelchair around as quickly as he could.

“How long have you been here?”, he gasped.

Ares shrugged: “I saw Helios drop you off here, when I came, so I think it's safe to say: the entire time.”

The smith frowned; so that had been the gust of wind from earlier!

The war god shook his head and approached.

He too was carrying offerings in his hands and arms; a giant, quite colourful bouquet of exquisite flowers, a bottle of perfume, a peplos, incense and a bowl with fruit.

Ares set his rich offerings down on the altar, next to the one Hephaistos had put there earlier.

Then he crouched down next to the younger god's wheelchair with a sigh.

For a few minutes, they sat in awkward silence, before Hephaistos cleared his throat.

“Ares, maybe you should fold your wings away, before-”

“May they see 'em”, the older cut him off. “They already have before. They know the father of their late queen.”

Hephaistos could see the other's wings tense up and the fingers claw at the stone floor, before Ares composed himself.

“You have some nerve, showing your face here.”

“I know.”

“Was about fucking time though.”

“Yes, it was.”

“I've read your letters.”

“Have you?”, Ares muttered.

“Yes. In Athena's presence, like you wanted.”

“Good.”

“I've burned them thereupon.”

The war god's mouth quirked upward. “Figured you would.”

“Those letters were crap.”

“Sure, whatever you say. And still you cried, before you burned them. Daddy's Owl told me. If you really had thought they were crap, you wouldn't have shed a tear.”

Hephaistos couldn't help but be surprised, that the red-eyed god knew him so well, but he didn't voice it.

Apprehensively he watched his older brother.

Ares was grinning lopsidedly, but his red wings rustled and twitched in irritation, giving away that he wasn't remotely as casual or amused as he was pretending to be.

To be fair, neither was the younger.

“I still think that you're a prick, Ares.”

“I know. And you're right. But I'm gonna level with you, brother – you've been an arse too.”

Hephaistos smiled bitterly: “Yes, there's no denying I was.”

“Ya know, when Aphrodite and I first realised it … that thing with the necklace … we were really mad at you, both of us.”

“I don't blame you.”

“Good.”

Ares craned his neck to look his brother directly in the eyes.

“Why did you do this to Harmonia? How could you? Why to her? She … she …”

His toneless voice wavered and he quickly looked away again.

“It wasn't my intention at first”, the smith whispered. “The necklace was meant for her mother.”

Ares didn't respond. He didn't have to.

Hephaistos knew, what he would have said, if he'd had the words to say it. He also knew why he still wouldn't have said anything, even if he could have.

“I'm sorry”, he finally whispered.

Ironic, really; never would he have imagined, that he would apologise to Ares of all gods.

The red-eyed god didn't answer beyond a heavy sigh.

The blacksmith god didn't know how long they sat in silence hereafter.

But at some point Ares placed his left hand onto the armrest of his brother's wheelchair – cautiously, as if to give the other the option to just slap it away, if he didn't want it there.

Hephaistos' brown eyes widened.

That was a rather tentative and gentle gesture from the abrasive, warlike madman that was Ares.

Then again, who was he to complain?

With a tiny smile he took the hesitant hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

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1) Algea: the Greek Daimones (spirits) of pain, suffering and grief, bringers of weeping and tears, daughters of Eris, the goddess of strife. 2) Pontos: the primordial personification of the sea, a son of Gaia. 3) Drakones: serpentine dragons (mostly just enormous snakes)

#Greek Mythology #roman mythology #ares #Aphrodite #ares and aphrodite #athena #hephaistos #harmonia #helios #tw: character death #grief #mourning #reconciliation #harmony never truly dies

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bird-inacage · 11 days ago

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I lost it when Joong said, Khao's legs are too short to straddle (during discussion of sex scenes 🥴). Thanks Joong!

ERM?!! (Also, hello Anon!)

But more importantly - [COUGHS] - okay, see, I haven't seen a translated version of this conversation, so your comment had me rolling. Please do share if it is floating around somewhere.

I mean... he's not wrong 😏

Teeny Khao having to perch in First's lap like the little kitten he is. Honestly, these four are so unserious when they're together as a quartet, I love it. And Joong is doing the lord's work by blathering about FK any chance he gets. What a champ.

---birdie

#the heart killers #the heart killers the series #THK #kantbison #firstkhao #bird-inacage asks

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khaosgaming22 · 4 years ago

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Almighty Down

“The Almighty is supposed to be taken down today. Everyone is watching it.” You say as I rifle through our kitchen.

“I know but we need food, the fridge has been basically empty for two days now. Besides I’ll see it from the Last City.” I kiss your cheek and click the pen to start making a list.

“And aren’t you at all worried what might happen if Rasputin doesn’t follow through?” I give a chuckle at that and you pout.

“Of course not! I didn’t upgrade my bunkers for nothin, believe me Raz will do his job to save us. It’s what he was programmed to do.” I shrug and smile at your pouty face. “You’re cute.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.” I kiss your forehead and you stick out your tongue which just makes me laugh.

“Don’t you worry about a thing sweetheart, I’ll be back before you know it. And I’ll see it from Downtown.” You give a shrug at that.

“Suit yourself. I’m goin to watch from the Courtyard.”

“Helloooo!”

“Aleina? What are you doing here?”

“Just watching the show with my hubby. Aleina smiles and leans on Kenneth

“Sup.”

“Hello.” You wave.

“Speaking of... where’s yours?” Aleina asks puzzled. “I would’ve thought he would wanna see this.” You give a nod.

“Honestly thought so too. But he decided food was more important than it I guess. I mean I like food too but cmon, this kinda thing only happens once.” Aleina pats the seat next to her.

“Sit down sweetie, you can watch with us.” You sit down hesitantly above where Shaxx stands usually.

Not much happens within the first hour, but then streaks of blood orange appear in the atmosphere like fireworks. They light up and aim at the gigantic ship that had now taken up a good part of the sky.

“Well whaddaya know, Rasputin really did come through for us. Heh, guess Khaos was right on this one.”

“When am I not?” You turn around immediately.

“Hey! I thought you weren’t coming!” I laugh and set down the blanket and doggie bags of restaurant food from Stardust Tavern.

“And miss this? Oh sweetheart, you should’ve seen this coming a mile away.” I chuckle and give you a box and drink cup. The box has a few slices of pizza with an assortment of toppings.

“Yesssss.” I hear you say and smile as I kiss your cheek bringing you into my lap to sit.

“Comfy?”

“Mm hm.” I kiss your head and start on mine as we watch the skies. Though where we should’ve been looking was the ground.

“Hey check it out.” Ken points over at the far edge where through a haze of clouds the same streaks are erupting from far away trained on the other side of the massive ship. Not long after we see sparks that almost look like stars that seem to be coming from space.

“EDZ. Moon. Io.” Ken observes. “That’s where each bunker is, and where they’re all firing from.

“Um... Io looks like it’s coming right at us...” You say a little worried but Ken shrugs it off.

“Nahhh, Rasputin’s just tryin to get it from every angle he can. That way he can eliminate the debris.” I never anticipated Ken to be so versed in Rasputin’s tech. I looked at him surprised.

“I’ve been busy makin sure my City stays safe. And the people in it.” He smiles at Aleina and I can tell they’re about to get a little PDA so I turn away to look at where Hailey is holding Bee. I keep eating on my home style pasta as the millions of javelins inch ever closer to the Almighty. Soon the core of the ship explodes and minutes later they all collide as the ship bursts with a blinding light. Everyone has been looking up all day but now we have to look away because it’s so bright. We all think it’s over but when we look back it clearly isn’t.

“Uhhh it’s still coming...” You say and I nod nervously. We don’t really know what to do until Ken and Aleina go to watch it fall in a blaze of glory towards the mountain range behind the Tower.

“Should we- oh yup okay.” I get up to follow you as we get a better view of the wreckage. “Hey?”

“What is it?” I smirk and make a heart with my hands as you laugh.

“Really? Now? Alright...” I smile and make one half of a heart as you make the other and hand Ken the phone to take a pic. He gives it back and you peek over my shoulder to look at it.

“That’s goin up on the fridge.” I chuckle and you roll your eyes.

It’s not long until the dust settles and the damage crews for the Tower arrive. There’s a large chunk near Zavala that’s been taken out by a piece of debris and a few scrapes of the paint here and there. The sun begins to go down and the moon comes out as we move our blanket over to get a better look at the crash site.

“I’m gonna poke around there once it stops being on fire.” I smirk and slurp up a tortellini covered in a red sauce as you giggle at that.

“Don’t forget to take me too.”

“Of course Wolf Princess.” I kiss your head and you pout.

“Empress.”

“Right, empress. My humblest apologies your majesty.” I snicker and you give me a playful Arc flick.

“Oh stop that you.” I take the opportunity to kiss your lips and you blush with a giggle. I glance back up at the sky in amazement.

“Um Scoutie.” I point up.

“Woah...” We both stare up at the streaks of burning debris that paint the sky. In all seriousness it was probably a bit dangerous that they were falling that fast and in that amount but to us... it looked like a meteor shower right on Earth.

“Don’t see that everyday.” You muse and I nod with a smile. I don’t think we ever ended up sleeping in our bed that night, too beautiful to stay inside while the shooting stars- er... debris, crashed down all around us.

#destiny #destiny 2 #fireteam misfits #me as a guardian #season of the worthy #almighty

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