#and their ✨aesthetic✨ /silly /gen

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ they nod, shifting to place a kiss beneath his jawline before settling back into his hold. It was unclear, but they gave sort of low noise as he ran a hand through their hair, wrapping their arms around him and snuggling closer. They knew this wasn’t likely going to be the end. There are questions still hanging unanswered and eventually it’ll be time to explain; it’s only right. But in this moment, all that mattered was their lover, not the things left unsaid. They could dwell on that for the rest of their afterlife, but mortality would inevitably catch up to the king, and they knew better than to waste time on nonsensical things. In this moment, in the surrounding silence, all they intended to do was be with their love, and enjoy all the time that they could together ]

[ they were sat peacefully by the shore of the mingling rivers, swaying lazily with no lingering thoughts. This had been how they’d spent the past few hours — though time is irrelevant in the underground, everyone knows this — getting up and wandering tipsily when they felt the itch to move, settling down for however long their body would let them before they were spat out to wander again. It peaceful, if not irregular, and the prophet could not think to ask of a better way to spend such a quiet time. Well, nearly could not ]

“ . . . Muse?”

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"Hey there, love." Odysseus greets the call, slinking out from the water to move towards the peophet. Upon getting close, the king's face scrunches, catching whiff of the alcohol lingering on their form. Even if they faint, they unfortunately couldn't escape it, not with heightened senses.

With a quiet, almost inaudible hum, he plants himself by Tiresias' side, not yet shifting out of his seabound form. The prophet was still one of the few people he felt he didn't have to be on edge around; let alone hide certain features he had learned to humanly mask.

"Red wine?" He asks, playfully poking their side, though it was also meant to give them a general understanding of where he was sat.

[zhongrin]

in that case i will cause chaos for sillies >:D /j

jsjdjs okies! im just rlly happy i get to talk to u again mom since i was gone for most of last year ;3; /gen

btw whats ur fave kind of flower? tis for research purposes :>

chaos ✨

i'm always happy to talk to people!! and especially to old friends <3

ohhh well aesthetically i love all flowers in general! my faves have less to do with how they look and more to do with the memories attached to them <3 so i suppose my favorites would be jasmines, hibiscus, and lavender 🩷

[caihongs]

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Last Song: Lips by IVE - but I've been listening to Seventeen's new album + some random finds on my Spotify Discover Weekly :))

Last Show: I haven't watched a *show* in a hot minute... does it count if I watch random TV shows in thirty second increments on TikTok?????? Apologies for my silly goofy Gen Z behaviour but honestly, the last show I watched in full was Fruits Basket! Both the 2001 and 2019 version, both of which I enjoyed for different aspects - mainly nostalgia though! Tohru Honda my beloved...

Currently watching: The last thing I watched was The Truman Show (1998)! I first watched it in Year 9 for school but upon watching it again, I truly loved every second of it >< Obsessed with the aesthetics but also the plot, what it stands for, and the comedy laced through it all! Highly recomend if you haven't seen it yet!

Currently reading: I just finished reading Moshi Moshi by Banana Yoshimoto and am currently or about to read Kitchen by her as well. I've been on a Banana Yoshimoto binge after I read N.P. and fell in love with her writing style and the themes she explores especially love and grief. It's helped in dealing with my own loss as well as giving me new insight on the human condition and all that :')

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[just-a-mer]

Odysseus sighs softly, wrapping his arm around their shoulder and pulling Tiresias further into his side. Using his free hand, the siren threaded his fingers through their hair. "If that is what you wish, then I will pretend it never existed."

As if sealing his promise, Odysseus placed a kiss to their forehead. He didn't like the thought of simply brushing it off, given the worry and worst-case scenarios that lingered at the unknown origins.

He had his own at some point, and since Tiresias offered him the relief of saying nothing when the blood stained his own form, he would grant them that same peace; allowing the tension to fade in replacement for the comfortable silence to settle between them.

[ they were sat peacefully by the shore of the mingling rivers, swaying lazily with no lingering thoughts. This had been how they’d spent the past few hours — though time is irrelevant in the underground, everyone knows this — getting up and wandering tipsily when they felt the itch to move, settling down for however long their body would let them before they were spat out to wander again. It peaceful, if not irregular, and the prophet could not think to ask of a better way to spend such a quiet time. Well, nearly could not ]

“ . . . Muse?”

<< @thrpr0phetuseek =} >>

"Hey there, love." Odysseus greets the call, slinking out from the water to move towards the peophet. Upon getting close, the king's face scrunches, catching whiff of the alcohol lingering on their form. Even if they faint, they unfortunately couldn't escape it, not with heightened senses.

With a quiet, almost inaudible hum, he plants himself by Tiresias' side, not yet shifting out of his seabound form. The prophet was still one of the few people he felt he didn't have to be on edge around; let alone hide certain features he had learned to humanly mask.

"Red wine?" He asks, playfully poking their side, though it was also meant to give them a general understanding of where he was sat.

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ they were leaning their head atop his shoulder when he brought it up. It had made their body stiffen, remembering the blood that gushed and spilled and the blink of pain before their soul began to reform again. It still haunted them, sometimes; they’d feel like blood was leaking from their eye where the sword had slashed, or like there was still a weapon twisting in their stomach and wrenching out pain. The feelings weren’t all from that day, but the bloodstains were, and they had no intention to speak of it again. Not now ]

“I know. The wind carried the tension. I don’t want to talk about it, love, I really, really don’t. I promise I’m safe now. It’s okay, now. I just— can we pretend to forget about it? Like we did with the blood you once wore. Please?”

[ they were sat peacefully by the shore of the mingling rivers, swaying lazily with no lingering thoughts. This had been how they’d spent the past few hours — though time is irrelevant in the underground, everyone knows this — getting up and wandering tipsily when they felt the itch to move, settling down for however long their body would let them before they were spat out to wander again. It peaceful, if not irregular, and the prophet could not think to ask of a better way to spend such a quiet time. Well, nearly could not ]

“ . . . Muse?”

<< @thrpr0phetuseek =} >>

"Hey there, love." Odysseus greets the call, slinking out from the water to move towards the peophet. Upon getting close, the king's face scrunches, catching whiff of the alcohol lingering on their form. Even if they faint, they unfortunately couldn't escape it, not with heightened senses.

With a quiet, almost inaudible hum, he plants himself by Tiresias' side, not yet shifting out of his seabound form. The prophet was still one of the few people he felt he didn't have to be on edge around; let alone hide certain features he had learned to humanly mask.

"Red wine?" He asks, playfully poking their side, though it was also meant to give them a general understanding of where he was sat.