#int › fythos.

[devilstaste]

THIS STARTER IS NOW CLOSED.

open to: f. muse: fythos. god of w*r. centuries old. l.eo s.uter fc. plot: based on this. feel free to jump into my ims if you want to plot this out or move it over to d*scord. connection: lover, sister, daughter, niece, and anything else that works. t*boo or platonic connections welcome. your muse can be a fellow god or a demigod, a human, or another type of creature/being. do not like this starter.

with the crackling of the fire radiating the home, the god knew she could not have wandered too great a distance, but after many weeks parted from her, she was still too far away for his liking. with a deep sigh, fythos strolled out into the starred night, his eyes scanning the serene and safe corner of the realm he had claimed for the pair to reside in. his personal haven. somewhere and someone he could return to after countless blood had been spilled and yet another war had been won in the name of his kind. ❝ i told you not to stray far from the house, ❞ the male warned as a greeting, finally finding his target in the outer reaches of their expansive garden. the low scratch of his voice lacked warmth but instinctively his rough fingers reached towards her face, stopping short of making contact with her flesh and instead curling into palm as he dragged his closed fist back to his side. such impure hands didn't belong on so precious an entity. ❝ what are you doing out here at this hour? ❞

[devilstaste]

he had been away mere weeks of an eternity, but standing with her now, basking in the moonlit tranquillity of their garden, fythos comes to understand all that he has missed out on. his daughter. his greatest treasure, tucked securely away here out of sight and reach of friend and foe alike. a lonely life, he imagines, but what other option does the god have? his duty is to fight — right and wrong have no bearing on action, hold no weight over conscience — but his heart forever resides here with elna. her protection is paramount. and though he's sure offering her a taste of freedom to wander beyond this realm would bring the sort of joy he craves to see warm her features, never will he permit himself to take that risk. not when armed with the histories of his peers and what they're prone to do to pluck a flower as becoming as her. his own gaze darts upwards towards the blinking stars laying in their midnight blanket overhead, a phantom smile tugging at his lips but never actually forming. the declaration that leaves her lips catches him off guard, his blues shifting downwards and locking with the welcoming tenderness of hers. ❝ i... ❞ male begins but falters, wanting to express his own grief at being parted from his most beloved offspring but the words melt on the heat of his tongue. with a clearing of his throat, shifts his weight between heavy feet, hastily trailing his pallid hues over the femme's form. ❝ are you well? i know i left you alone here for some time and your needs may have gone neglected, but i'm home now and i intend to stay until you tire of me. so whatever you need, it's yours, my daughter. ❞

as  she  so  often  is,  she  finds  herself  drawn  to  a  distant  light,  an  obscured  realm  that  she  has  never  set  foot  in,  that  she  cannot  reach,  or touch,  but  dreams  of  regardless  .  the  haven  her  father  dreamed  of  for  her, for them,  is  perfect  .  it  is  life  and  light  in  abundance .  it is peace  .  but  it  is  quiet,  and  she  is  lonesome  in  his  absence,  and  so  she  finds  herself  once  again  reaching  for  the  stars,  the  hills,  and  dreaming  about  a  life  on  the  other  side  of  them  .  in  her  dreamlike  state,  her  fantasies  of  escape  from  a  place  the  demi-goddess  has  no  reason  to  fear or desire escape  from,  she  doesn't  even  notice  the  god  approach  until  his  commanding  timbre  settles  in  her  bones  .  until  she’s  roused  from  her  conscious  and guilt-ridden dream for a life she's never even seen  .        “       the  stars  are  beautiful  at  this  hour  .         ”           she  replies,  a  non-answer,  a  still  longing  gaze  pointed  upwards  before  falling  back  to  him,  adoring  .  it’s  in  his  absence  that  she finds herself  missing  the  things  she  doesn’t  have  .  in  his  presence,  grounded,  he’s  all  she  needs to feel whole  .        “       and  i  missed  you, father  .        ”

[devilstaste]

highly skilled in the art of battle, his form impossibly strong and his mind stubbornly sharp, the only perceptible weakness tythos wore was an inability to handle matters of an emotional kind. it wasn't as if he lacked feelings — quite the opposite, especially in the heart of battle or when it came to his daughter — but his tongue was not trained the same way his body was and the words did not flow as easily as blood could be spilled. since he could not explain to alyssandra why he had stripped her of her duties and robbed her of a future fighting at his side, the god simply offered her no reason at all. even if he could explain, would she even want to understand? the apple did not fall too far from the tree, after all, and she wore the very same wilfulness that had made a champion of him. heavily, somewhat clumsily for his statuesque figure, fythos lowered himself to take a seat upon the ground she had marked out for him to join her. ❝ i just got back, ❞ he answered, sensing some animosity from the other and dragging his pale gaze to meet hers. internally, a deep sense of comfort washed over him at this closer view of her. happy to be in her presence again, relieved that she was safe and still obeying his wishes, every thought he'd had while away had been here with his daughter. had longed to be home but now that he was here... there was still tension brewing between them, that much was true. exhaling, his fingers reached out to skim across the grass near her leg, idly picking at the blades as his brows pulled together. ❝ i can't remember the last time i sat out here at night. ❞ had he ever? such benign memories had a habit of evading him, yet the horrors lingered ever on. ❝ what are you thinking about? ❞

when the old god had brought up the idea of a sanctuary, alyssandra initially had refused. the world had too much going; too many innocents left to protect. ever since she had uncovered her lineage and her true potential, she had made it her life's mission to fight for those who could not fight for themselves. yet now, after only a few short years of leading battles, he wanted her to retreat. it felt like a disgrace, but there was something behind his eyes when he had asked her, something that told her she couldn't refuse him. not because she feared what he would do if she did, but rather she was afraid of what he would do if she didn't. so, she had followed dutifully because at the end of the day, he was all she had left. both her mother and best friend had perished, causalities of the wars she so badly wanted to defend and, ironically, that her father had inadvertently birthed.

"i know." it was only the two of them out here, so the sudden voice hadn't shocked her. the god also had a heavy step that made it difficult to miss for even the most hard of hearing soldier. despite their time spent together training, they were still trying to get on the same page when it came to things like small talk and showing care for one another. her steely gray eyes met his briefly before she turned her attention back towards the dark night sky. "just thinking," she replied as her head tilted upwards, appreciating both the quiet and the amount of stars that littered the great expanse of the sky. so many nights alyssandra had looked up at the same sky yet it didn't feel as beautiful or majestic as it did in this moment. maybe a safe haven wasn't the worst idea in the world. "when did you get back?" she asked, a note of jealousy lining her words. he had been gone for weeks, leaving her ample time to train on her own but also wonder what he was getting to out there. glancing over at him again, she noticed how he awkwardly stood, keeping distance between the two. "you know you can sit," she said, patting the patch of ground next to her. "i'm sure a god can enjoy a moment of two appreciating the nature that surrounds them. it's not only for demeter and her ilk to enjoy."