#avalcn || lahabrea

[atdutiesend]

When Azem entered Lahabrea's office, the chimaira already jumped onto its four paws and greeted the Convocation member with giggles and a cold wet nose against their chest. Many brought treats for the creature but it had only seen Azem once or twice. Did they know? Did they know only with treats it would let them talk to Lahabrea? It started circling them, searching for something it might like to eat.

"Well hello there!" Azem hadn't seen the chimaira before, but it seemed friendly, so their immediate response was to give pets and giggle right back.

"And what are you looking for, hmm?" There's many things in Azem's pocketses, including snack-shaped things. A number of lemon-poppyseed muffins, bacon jerky, bacon bread, a few dozen crabcakes, a megalocrab broken down and ready to cook, and enough hot chocolate to drown someone in. Preserving magic keeps it all as fresh as whenever they put it in there.

[aetherstorms]

What greeted Hephaistos in the morning was a small, cold nose against his cheek that was oddly wet. It brushed and poked him as if its owner wanted to wake him up. This was, clearly, neither his husband nor his wife but something entirely different. The chimaira had curled up on top of the man and wanted attention.

He startled awake and only the fact that his wife was always cold to the touch kept him from flailing at the sensation. Instead he blinked awake and stared at what he beheld.

"Oh....I see....." This was exactly what he didn't want. Damnit Athena. Hades really had to stop taking her side, but he seemed to enjoy his husband's squirming. One day he would turn the tables on the man. For now though he had a chimera to try and push off so he could get up.

[reapcrbunny]

@avalcn​  --  Hey how does Clem deal with losing her mother after having lost her first already? Especially because the family was falling apart afterwards.    //    unprompted ask,   always accepting   !    

RABBIT’S FOOT.    fuck you    (    affectionate    ).    but yeah like.   she doesn’t handle that well at all as she was closest to athena once she was adopted into the family as a whole    -    she saw her as a stable force after losing her mother the first time.   she had been getting better at opening up and not being closed off but as soon as athena mcdies she withdraws a bunch but    also    desperately tries to find out what happened considering mom #1 died in pandaemonium and then mom #2 straight died in the same facility. 

the family falling apart afterwards did no favours in making her abandonment issues even worse and desire to make sure no other family members fucking die   (   this causes her mild insanity during pre final days when she fucks off to try and find another solution because her visions become nightmares and she keeps seeing that she may lose them    ).

with how lalabrea literally became less   (   gestures vaguely   )   dad    .  .    like    .  .    after the fact and how he refused to answer what happened just    .  .   caused her to become argumentative and almost bitter that    he    was the one that survived because she saw him as culpable.    if he also worked in pandaemonium  and    is a convocation member how on elpis did he     fuck up    so bad that he allowed it to happen.    their relationship is severely damaged by athena’s death and it doesn’t     really    get better even when athena returns.    during convocation meetings when she takes the seat of azem after venat she almost always votes against him out of spite.    

athena returning fixes things with mom more or less,    but she does become more antsy when she goes to work because pandaemonium = bad in her eyes since a lot of bad has happened to her family there so she’s paranoid of it.    meanwhile her relationship with lahabrea is always fraught 

[brightblessed-aa]

@avalcn​ (Eri)​

⸻  ☼

 With a little bit of magic, it was possible for Azem to sneak into just about anywhere. Pandemonium was certainly more of a challenge that he had even expected. He had briefly considered simply asking for entry, yet he felt it would be denied. Besides, what better way to help Lahabrea out and see how secure the facility was than sneak in? 

It had been going smoothly until he had gotten lost. He knew he hadn’t made it too far inside. So he decided to give up on the secrecy. He had used magic to cloak his appearance. It wouldn’t render him completely invisible, but it would allow him to avoid most that were not actively looking for him. A trick he had taught himself because his two best friends growing up had soul sight. It didn’t work against them, but his attempts had at least gotten him good enough to sneak past many people. 

❝ Please do not be alarmed. ❞  Even from a distance, the other’s features were familiar to him. Though he didn’t overthink it. He wasn’t supposed to be here and now he was suddenly approaching behind him despite being quite hidden before. ❝ I seem to have gotten a little lost. I hope that by the boundless kindness I can sense in you, you can overlook my trespassing and help me. ❞  He couldn’t sense kindness or anything like that. It was something he made up to try to subtly convince the other to be lenient. 

[aetherstories]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

tagged by: @avalcn tagging: You read it, you’re tagged~​

Name: Nay 

Pronouns: She/her and they/them

Preference of communication: Discord, but I am not opposed to Tumblr

Name of muse(s): Astraeus (”Stinkzem”), Lahabrea, Igeyorhm, Fourchenault, Teu, Y’rhika Tia, Cassius, Gheje Boh, Esseia, Unukalhai, Qatun, Mitron, Leanan, Emmerololth, Renda-Rae

Experience/how long (months/years?): Around 12 years by now, and like 7 of them in English

Platforms you’ve used: Mostly forum boards, then Discord and Tumbr

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: Perfect characters who do no wrong and are never wrong, lose or get injured (I believe a good story thrives on characters being fallible), or those who do not respect that some of my muses are powerful and not necessarily inclined to tolerate disrespect or annoyance.  Also, people hurrying me to reply (showing excitement is good, asking me when I’ll next reply in multiple occasions between each post is not).

Fluff, angst, or smut: I love good angst, and I love fluff. I don’t write smut publicly, though. But if you’ve seen my muses or written with me you know that I thrive on heartbreaking AUs (but also give me fluff to offset it. I love writing hope. And I like my RP partners to be comfortable when we’re writing angst).

Plots or memes: I’m always (always) down to plot. But memes are nice.

long or short replies: Long. Mostly because I try for short replies and then long replies happen.

Best time to write: In the morning! Or after dinner, when I have some peace and quite.

Are you like your muse(s): Not generally, which is a good think imho because I write a lot of villains. I do relate to some aspects of them, but mostly I develop characters from wanting to explore a topic, an emotion or a concept, so it’s less about relating and more about the story.

[amaurotyne]

@avalcn

Athena sat down on his desk, half lounging over it while gazing at Lahabrea. A mischievous flicker was crossing her eyes. "I have one... or two concepts I would like to submit to the bureau, but I am unsure if they are fit for submission yet," she said and tilted her head to the side. "Would you spare some of your precious time to help me? I would truly appreciate it." Was it partly a little scheme to get some of his attention? Most likely.

Lahabrea didn’t look up from his work. He frowned a bit as his concept was just not cooperating. He sighed and shook his head before looking up and over to Athena. 

“ Certainly. I am not making much progress myself.” he pushed away from his desk and stood up before strolling over. “ Let me see yours.” 

[prxsperpina]

Crimson eyes gazed at her when his daughter stepped right next to him. A strange hint of affection lingered within; something he showed rarely but in the safety of the kitchen he was comfortable enough to be more open about his thoughts and feelings than anywhere else. “You are home early,” Hephaestus noted while cutting the raw meat into thinner slices. “Did Emet-Selch and Charon let you go earlier?” Sometimes it would happen, he had found out but often he found himself worried that something had happened. Especially with her.

He was not entirely convinced that having her ferry souls to the Underworld together with Charon and occasionally Emet-Selch was a wise idea. After all, Hephaestus knew what the Call of the Underworld did to souls. His wife had always been tempted and some of his children had inherited the curse and blessing as well. A quiet voice in the back of his mind wondered if some day, they would tell him that Kore had not returned. It was a foolish thought but he could not shake off that worry completely. Not that he would ever tell her - he was not the kind of person who voiced his concern unless absolutely necessary.

Then with his knife, he motioned towards the small pile of vegetables. “If you like, you can prepare the salad for tonight’s dinner. Knives are in the drawer right next to me but be careful.”

It was so odd, seeing him without his mask, but odder still to Kore that Lahabrea, or Hephaestus as she later learned, was now her dad. She was still getting used to it, having an actual dad (and a new mom as well) as opposed to her emotionally stunted mother, so she found herself a tad more shy than usual. Yet as she came home after another day of working with Charon and Hades, she couldn't help but be drawn to what her father had been doing. Food, like, actually cooking it and not using Creation magic to just will it into existence. She was so amazed she almost didn't hear his question.

"Yea, there weren't many souls today that needed to be ferried, or any lost that I had to bring back," she told him. Truthfully, she found that the most exciting of her job, being able to use that strange ability of hers to see the tethers between the soul and the body. Sure it was a 'bit' dangerous, especially when sometimes she had to follow it to pull the soul back, but it always made her feel useful. The only hard part was trying to ignore the hauntingly beautiful music the Underworld gave off. Hades had mentioned it was the 'Call of the Underworld' or something like that. She was usually not too bothered by it, but when fetching a soul, it was something that could easily distract her as it later came to find out when she had to be called and dragged out before she got lost herself. Kore made sure to be more careful after that.

Going back to the present, her eyes flashed hearing her new dad offer her a role in making dinner that night. "Really??" She asked, almost shocked that he would do so, but happy nonetheless--another thing to be useful in! "And don't worry about some silly knives, I've handled worse in Elpis!" she assured him as she went to fetch one for herself so she can start making that salad.

[unsundered-lahabrea]

WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

tagged by:  @avalcn​ tagging: @starsfreckled​ , @seatedsacrifice , @riddlemancer , @screpseh , @luxprotector​ , @lavender-ancient​ 

Justice

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

[rxpertoire]

@avalcn​ replied | Lahabrea: Some souls cannot grasp the intricate design of my creation. This is not your fault. It seems the stars have failed to bless you with this deep understanding.

“We both know I hold this Seat for good reason, Lahabrea. Don’t be condescending. Perhaps once I may have thought of it as a god, and then I spent lifetime upon lifetime watching - and encouraging - people to do exactly what we did. To give shape to their own desperation and proclaim it divine. Desperation. That’s all it is.”

[atdutiesend]

“I must ask a favour of you,” the Speaker said, evidentially not pleased about it in the first place, but Azem had come to his mind first and after a while of consideration, he had to realize to his own dismay, that Azem was the only person. “While I heavily disagree with the unauthorized usage of Ifrita, I cannot deny the benefits of such… experiments in the field. The concept of Phoenix is complete, despite your friends’ labour to prevent it. Phoenix’ healing and regenerating abilities have to be tested at length and your journeys, as dangerous as they are, offer perfect conditions.”

Not only was Phoenix able to heal and bring back those on the brink of death, but as they have found out in Pandaemonium, the concept itself could force a regrow of vegetation. For a long time they had believed the bird turned everything in its path to ash without any hope of life returning, but lately they found evidence for the opposite – among the ashes grew vibrant flowers and saplings of trees. Lahabrea wanted to see if this was indeed the case after shifting the bird more into the field of regeneration instead of destruction. 

He pulled the concept out of his desk’s drawer and offered it to Azem. “If you do this for me, I will speak to the other members of the Convocation again regarding your latest censure.” After all, it was a favour for a favour and he was not above to bend the rules here and there.

Azem was not about to tell Lahabrea that they'd have done it purely for the joy of testing out one of his creations without getting censured for it. A creation with such strong healing ability it outright refused to die was already fascinating; being one of Lahabrea’s own creations only made it moreso. “You know, I’m already a healer,” They teased, raising one finger to place it against their mask, tilting their head as they deactivated the protective wards that kept their magic sense from overwhelming them.

The smile beneath their mask spoke volumes, though, as they held out a hand, wiggling their fingers in a clear ‘gimme’ motion. “But I suppose I can take a little time out of my busy schedule of saving the star from natural disasters, scandalizing old men, and gaining every possible censure to do a bit of field testing. Only in exchange for you putting your skills to work on my behalf, of course.” They were blatantly teasing him, slipping into their favorite form of humor - obvious lies told for the humor of it.

“Now, Phoenix... I believe I recall those reports. A great firey bird, yes? And with regenerative capabilities, a cleansing flame, burn it all down to start anew from the ashes?”

[aetherstorms]

How long had they been separated since the Sundering? She did not know but she had never expected to see him again and the very realisation had driven her closer and closer to the edge of insanity. Not only had she been alone in this world but she had lost him — her kindred spirit. At first she thought it was a dream, a dream she was ready to indulge in.

She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him, for in a dream this would not confuse him. It had to be a vision of her mind. He could not have survived. “My Hephaistos, my beloved Hephaistos,” she muttered. “My saint and protector… keeper of my soul.” Athena buried her face in the crook of his neck, ignoring the strange robe he was wearing.

Lahabrea went completely stiff. Who was this woman? How had she found him? How had she snuck up on him and....that name. It felt familiar, and it was that and that alone which stopped him from immediately shoving her away and defending himself.

Hephaistos? Why would she.....his name. His real name. That was his name. He was Hephaistos! But how did this woman know it? Who was she? Clawed gloves grasped her hips to shove her away, but then he stopped. Something about her was....settling something in him....but who was she? How did she know him? How did he know her?!

Athena. The name rose in his shattered mind, full of thorns and pain. Athena....the only woman he had ever loved. Love....love led to loss, led to pain. Love....his love....his.... "Athena....?" Athena was dead, long dead. As dead as his children. Dead. Gone....lost....it couldn't be her, but if this stranger knew his name.....who else could it be?

[reapcrbunny]

@avalcn​  --  🎨 ( for Lahabrea pls! )    //    send me 🎨 for my muse to tell you which out of these colours your muse is to them

(    🐇   )             A FINGER COMES TO    tap against her chin in thought as she gazed up at her father ‘fore she    COULD CHALK IT    down to something.    

   <     FRUIT PUNCH     and lime light.   fire and earthy vibes         > 

[brightblessed-aa]

@avalcn​ ⸻ ♡    

❝ lahabrea, can i visit pandæmonium? i’ve always wanted to see the creatures there. ❞ 

[aetherstories]

Little Eri put his left food on that of Lahabrea and then the right one. It was difficult to keep the balance but he tried to not step down to the floor again. Once he did find his balance again, he let go of Lahabrea’s robe and reached for his hands instead. “Give me,” he demanded and made grabbing motions. “Please, Papa!” And as soon as he felt the bigger, warm hands around his, the boy leaned forward. “Now we walk!” He had played like this before with his uncle and sometimes with his mothers but never with his father. He had always been a but shy to do so.

Erichthonios had always been a shy child, and yet the current Lahabrea quite expected that to change in time, given how daring both his mothers were. In time, he expected, he would do great things, whether he followed Athena's path, Arachne's, or none of them.

At the moment, however, he was but a child, small and even more so in comparison to Prometheus himself, who had never been a small man. And if he could not resist one of his -so very rarely seen- smiles, as Eri asked for his hands and he held the little boy's in his, then so be it.

"Now we walk." He agreed, carefully, cautiously, taking the first step, his movements measured and perhaps a bit exaggerated.

Close by, in her perch, Phoenix cleaned her feathers, the fire in them reflecting the calm warmth of the various lamps and torches throughout the room, the clearest mirror of all to Lahabrea's mood.

[keywardagdistis]

Small starter for @avalcn​ !

“Master Lahabrea...”

“Is aught amiss that brings you here? All experiments are proceeding apace and within acceptable parameters, I assure you -- and without substantial risk to creations or warders.”

[lavender-ancient]

@avalcn​ Lahabrea just pretends he doesn't see him

But this lil shit sees you.