#griefincarnate

[hymnblood]

PROMPT   :   A COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF SCENARIOS  /  ACCEPTING

@griefincarnate​   sent   :   FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion.

he can’t help the excitement that stirs in him, but the fear, the anxiety that wracks his bones is evident too. he’s pacing, a bit jittery, and he looks around as everyone is tending to the tasks they were given by his father, zagreus’ job? stay out of everyone’s way. he had a penchant for getting into trouble, messing things up unintentionally, the prince wasn’t sure how he could mess up simple concepts but the one concept he was fine with : combat. it was no help here with revelry soon to come, achilles was also busy helping with decorations and keeping things in order on his side of the house, wait ... perhaps he could ...

❛  achilles, sir!  ❜  he calls out, there’s no way achilles would stop him from helping. after all, with his guidance it’d be like training ... right? his feet sizzle as he steps on the cold stone floors, maybe that’s why his father told him to stay out of the way. one misstep and something or everything can go up in flames. one way to find out!  ❛  i’m restless and ... and the nerves, i think they’re getting to me  -  ❜  he starts, it sounds a bit desperate, hoping to run from this horrid feeling,  ❛  can i help? i swear i won’t get in the way, i’ve been better about it, i assure you, so ... please!  ❜  he puts his hands together, clasped tight in front of him as if he was ready to resort to some form of begging, perhaps the type he used as a kid to get out of training for a day to play with thanatos.

❛  i - i can help put up the garland, or carry things for you to distribute to the others for the rafters. i can get the new drapes, too!  ❜  the more he spoke, the more evident his excitement was, family he was meeting his family! how could he not? even with all the horrible things, questionable things, and even worse things he’s heard about them ... the thought of having a family, such a big family  -  he would’ve never known had he not start this quest of his. the godling’s words dillute a bit to that of embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck.  ❛  just ... i want to help, i hate being told to keep out of things because of my ... incompetence.  ❜

[minamiad]

i’m beginning to wonder if you’re capable of trusting anybody. / @griefincarnate .

Consorting  with  the  enemy,  came  her  thoughts,  that  is  what  father  would  call  this.  But  what  was  filial  piety  in  a  war  between  bloodlines,  courtesy  in  conflict  with  cause?  Truthfully,  Minami  had  never  quite  understood  all  those  unwritten  laws  on  the  matter  of  respect  and  loyalty  and  family,  and  she  did  not  care  for  those  she  did.  It  seemed  her  empyrean  mother  did  not,  either.  If  Achilles  wished  to  speak  to  her,  then  so  he  shall  speak;  there  was  no  tally  of  her  sins  small  enough  for  one  more  mark  to  matter.

❝    Trust  is  a  nice  term  for  stupidity.  I  would  expect  a  soldier  to  know  better,  but,  ahh,  you  can  not  truly  be  called  one,  can  you?  Princeling.  Blessed.  Faithful.  You  are  not  real.    ❞

The  foreigner’s  child  wraps  an  arm  around  his  shoulders,  cuts  splitting  open  against  his  untouched  skin  ———  the  wound,  the  invader,  the  un-ally.  She  curls  in  a  mockery  of  an  embrace,  their  heads  near  touching.

❝    Through  my  Lady  mother,  Gaia  becomes  my  great-grandmother    ———    and  yours,  through  your  mother,  too,  if  I  have  all  my  couplings  ordered  right.  Hmm…  That  makes  us…  Second  cousins?  Hahaha!  And  that’s  not  even  accounting  for  all  our  more  overlapping  family,  if  I  must  be  polite  about  it.  Why,  we  could  be  considered  more  tied  together  than  brothers!

Well,  then,  cousin...  Allow  for  some  familial  advice  :  keep  your  stupid  fucking  comments  to  yourself.  Your  princehood  makes  you  forget  yourself.    ❞    

[ofprevioustimes]

plotted starter for @griefincarnate​

The time for secrecy was running out. Not even a full day had passed since her return, but the news of her presence could not be kept from the others for too long. Only the loyalty and obedience which was so characteristic of the lacedaemonians prevented the gossip from spreading throughout the argive camp: Helen had arrived in the darkest hour that precedes the dawn, quiet and surreptitious, but there is only so much privacy that one can have in the middle of a war camp. Someone is always watching, either with intent or by chance. Rumors of an unusual stir in the Spartan settlement had begun on the same night, though no one had been able to figure out its cause so far. The delay of this announcement was tactical - necessary, even. It did not take a genius to anticipate that her presence among them was bound to invoke the powers of Eris among their commanders. The princes of Greece were much too famous for their dissent to expect otherwise. Seeing Helen retrieved to her rightful husband fulfilled the sacred oaths that had brought most of them here in the first place, right at a time when morale was inevitably weakened after all these years of siege without a sign of victory in the horizon. The circumstances demanded her to tread carefully in order to prevent further damage. Thus, on the second night, Helen began to arrange the necessary meetings. After a warm midsummer day, the armies had ceased their fight, taking the time to collect their dead and tend to the wounded. Now, after sunset, the wind was beginning to cool down. A warrior in her service was dispatched to the Myrmidon camp in order to invite their leader for a private supper with Menelaus, though the Spartan king was presently away in the medic’s quarters, checking on his wounded soldiers. The hoplite returned just as a mild rain began to fall outside, bringing a soothing sound of its drops continuously hitting the tent. “He is here, my queen”, he announced. “Send him in”, Helen replied. So far, her attention had been focused on a piece of linen above her lap where she had diligently woven the letter lambda that the Spartans wore in their banners. Helen sat like a statue on her chair, with her back impeccably erect. The golden gauze of her veil was not covering her head like custom dictated, draped casually over her shoulders instead, giving an air of informality to her otherwise haughty and regal figure. That aspect was only enhanced by her bare feet, free of the golden slippers left beside them. Between Helen and the empty seat across from her, a generous meal had been served in gleaming bronze plates: roasted meat and salted fish, bread and honey to dip it into, fresh fruits and watered wine, enough to feed three or four grown men. Helen was happy to have no more than the traditional black broth that fed her army, but anyone that wasn’t a Spartan would have found it intolerable. The smell of food filled the room, but she wasn’t looking at it. Her eyes had been focused on the decorated cloth which she touched with her fingertips, right before they rose just as a man’s shadow came into her line of vision. “Son of Peleus”, she spoke as if they knew each other already - if only because neither of them required much introduction. “You expected my husband”, Helen stated, flashing an amiable smile that gave her a girlish, youthful air, if only in appearance alone. With a wave of her hand, she gestured towards the empty seat in a silent invitation. “But my company will have to suffice.” The friendliness in her tone and manners concealed the analytical, observant mind that thoroughly studied him as soon as he entered. Achilles’ reputation preceded him, but meeting face to face was not the same as hearing about him. “I believe that we have much to discuss”, she added, “will you sit with me?”

[singofus-a]

@griefincarnate requested a starter from DUSA!

Dusa had just been spraying nicely scented oils into the rug that stood beneath Achilles’s post, having cleaned it and his area during the time he was away from his post. She hoped it was nice for him, and so wanted to make sure that he came back to a clean environment. That was something she enjoyed very much herself!

Hearing someone approaching, one of her serpents let her know it was Achilles and she hurriedly finished with the rug and floated back. Just in time for the solider to be able to take his place, pleased with her work but still anxious as always. Dusa was always a little apprehensive around heroes.

“A-ah hello Mister Achilles, I-I just thought I’d take the opportunity, with you being away, to freshen up your place a little. I-I hope that’s okay!”

[normallyxstrange]

@griefincarnate​ | verse; untitled | title; dead don’t get a say so (Patrick & Alesandro) | cont. from here

     Yes. A fucking joke. That’s what this whole thing was, what he was. Something to snigger about, to cast doubt upon, to be made light of. Because the dead walking among them could only be a metaphor. Near-death wasn’t the same as being dead, but he wasn’t going to attempt to make the distinction. He didn’t understand much of this and it didn’t matter besides.

     He shouldn’t be here, much less trying to talk to anyone. He’d only hoped, through the mystically-induced fog of his mind at the time, that someone here might help, might understand. No, of course not, because these people weren’t plagued by his particular affliction, therefore they couldn’t help or understand or even direct him somewhere. He shouldn’t have stayed, sitting so long and so still in a rickety chair, listening to talk that didn’t matter, never speaking,  wondering the entire time why he stayed, why he lingered even now, after. 

     It was hope, thin though it was. 

     He stared at the young man, empty emotion on his face for a time, before he looked back across the room at the others. “A living hell,” he said. “Without the ‘living’.” Was it dramatic? Patrick didn’t think he had room in his body for it. If only his companion knew the truth—and believed it as well—he might not think that. Or maybe he would. 

     He blinked a few times slowly, then looked back at the stranger. “I don’t do… groups. Meetings. So this is new to me too.” New and utterly ridiculous. “And a waste of fucking time.”

[chiimaera]

♡ ( for Persephone, Loki and Sigyn, from @griefincarnate )

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

FRIENDS.   childhood past friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

@griefincarnate

[hymnblood]

PROMPT  :  PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME  /  ACCEPTING  

@griefincarnate​​   sent   :   ✿  ✌

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  / friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /   ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other - friendship forged through mentor / student dynamic  /  confidants 

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract / long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  / friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  / conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other

[hymnblood]

griefincarnate​:

           “Steady… Just a little higher… That’s it!”  Hand poised on his hip while the other gingerly gestures with the proffered encouragement, concentration is etched across Achilles’s gradually brightening features, watchful eyes taking in the impatient efforts of some of the nearby helpers who were keen to rid themselves of their current duties to transition into the much desired revelries of the day. Disapproval isn’t the expression that the fallen demigod wears, but he gently guides them to slow down for fear of ripping some of the finer decorations, individuals having dedicated a lot of time crafting them so intricately with heartfelt devotion for the occasion  (  haste makes waste  ).  

                    The blond can’t seem to recall the last time there was this level of widespread contentment within the House of Hades, a grin plastered across most faces in sparks of enthusiasm for the much anticipated guests and welcoming festivities  (  even Cerberus had an extra spring in his step  ).  There was a different air to it all, almost reminiscent of the excitement and doting warmth of an Amphidromia - in some respects it could be seen as the case with a family coming together due to Zagreus, his efforts bringing much to celebrate about. Speak of the devil, the smaller statured prince looks as if he’s about to run up and down the walls in an explosive burst of pent up energy. Outstretched palms raise in a bid to get the dark haired younger to settle, words erupting in a frenzy.

          “I appreciate the eagerness but calm down, lad. You did a good job with the invitations, I hear everyone will be making an appearance. Some would say that was the most important task of all—”  The earnest response coincides with a few dangling glistening beads tumbling away from one of the hanging drapes, swathes of silken material relinquishing a golden trail which skitters across the floor to rest besides the base of a table completely overwhelmed with a plethora of refreshments. Bending to retrieve them, Achilles continues with a smile.  “But if you’re so keen, I suggest helping with these tricky things before they become a hazard. Patroclus always had a knack for tying such delicate threads, but I obviously lack the finesse or patience. Give it a try…”

the delight that crowded zagreus’ features were so bright and youthful as if he was given the best blessing he could ask for. though, he couldn’t help but snicker at the sight of achilles having to tend to the drapes that tumbled with no regard for what was around it, he met his mentor’s smile with a grin that rivaled that of the sun.  ❛  to be honest ... i didn’t really think they’d entrust that task to me.  ❜  he comments, coming close to retrieve the silk drapes from calloused hands ever so carefully, as if one sudden move could erupt disaster.  ❛  so much to my surprise that even my father allowed my mother to bestow such a task onto me. you know how he is ...  ❜  his hand pats the surface of the fabric as he gazed downwards, his smile now meek and a bit embarrassed recalling it.  ❛  and does he now?  ❜

he always enjoyed listening to achilles speak of patroclus, the way his face warmed as he spoke of his most cherished lover  -  zagreus couldn’t help but be endeared every time pat was mentioned. one day, who knows, maybe he could speak of someone in such a way, too.  ❛  to think the great achilles would be done in by a set of drapes.  ❜  he teased, however, even zagreus held some type of worry, he wasn’t exactly an expert in department of finesse, but patience? he was more than patient, he believed.  ❛  but, yes, of course. i’ll give it a go. in the meantime, i think one of those shades are trying to flee their duties  -  ❜  zagreus comments with a brow raised and a smirk on his face. when the shade in question witnesses the prince snitch, they quickly scurried back to their post, the garlands they had carelessly strewn about the floor were picked up with haste and the laugh that escaped the prince was lighthearted and, for once, happy.

❛  to think the house would be filled with such energy ... it’s amazing, isn’t it? a far cry from the dreary, oppressive atmosphere it always is.  ❜  he steps off to the side, carrying the heavy silks with him, calloused hands begin to move and carefully, he begins to fiddle with the threads of the drapes. he knows a thing or two, thanatos had showed him when they were younger as for whether or not he had the muscle memory for it is an entirely different field.  ❛  are you happy, sir?  ❜  the question is random, the words tumbling, zagreus failing to capture them beforehand.  ❛  wh - what i mean is ... with everything that has happened, are you ... happier now? with patroclus, i mean, the way you speak of him. it’s heartwarming.  ❜  he furrows his brows as he continues to work on the threads, one thick rope is grabbed and now it’s just a matter of keeping the drapes neatly folded against one another as he ties it all together.  ❛  to witness mortal love, it’s different. very different. there’s more emotions involved, more than i expected, i don’t think i’ve ever witnessed a similar sort of love with gods.  ❜