#poeticphoenix

[stingslikeabee]

@poeticphoenix . from here

It had been a hobby like any other - and common among theater folk like Melissa, aspiring to make their breakthrough any time soon. Thrift shops had the most intriguing items - one man's trash being another's treasure, as the old saying went. Many of these little places had kept pieces which had been fundamental for the woman to feel like a certain character for an audition which was eventually successful, and as long as her findings were not expensive... There was always room for another trinket.

The actress did not know what compelled her to acquire that particular amulet-like necklace. It looked ancient and mysterious, perhaps the item that one belonging to royalty would own. Or maybe a witch from a long, powerful line with roots tracing back to Europe - the possibilities were endless, and so were the potential roles and profiles conjured by Melissa's ever creative mind.

The one thing that she didn't account for while trying it on before bed was for the object to hold any real power - it took her a second to realize that the glow of the jewelry was not a trick of the bedroom light and that it was doing something of its own. Melissa stopped combing her hair and frowned, picking up the somewhat heavy pendant for a closer inspection, then looking at mirror once more...

...And finding him.

The brunette's eyes went wide with surprise, dropping the amulet instantly. The vanity mirror showed her an impossible (or improbable) scene of another right at her side, a curious thing when Melissa had been living alone in that tiny flat for a few years now. It was something out of a horror movie, to suddenly realize that your quarters had been invaded by an uninvited guest - except that apparition (or ghost) hardly looked... Evil.

The girl's following actions were probably not what the average person would have done in her place - instead of smashing the mirror, unclasping the necklace or even rubbing their eyes to see if they were not delusional, Melissa turned in her chair, moving towards the man that had just manifested in that room. As if spellbound, the first thing she did was to touch him - reaching out with both hands, like a child too mesmerized by something magical and otherworldly.

To her surprise - he was tangible; solid and warm, even, like a person. Melissa's gaze translated all the confusing and exciting emotions that swirled within and that could not yet be trusted to be handled through speech: was he real? That man looked like the tragic hero of an epic work of art, a prince of some distant era, the paladin to a forgotten god or an avatar of some deity known only in exotic lands.

But when he spoke up - Melissa understood every single word. It was English alright (even if with the faintest accent that she could not place), refined and polite as if he had came alive from a play. The woman gasped then, withdrawing both hands as if she had burned him or harmed the stranger somehow - but then realizing the content of his words and how remarkably similarly it felt to a fairytale.

It was real, wasn't it? A creature trapped in an amulet rather than a gennie in a lamp. Melissa's honeyed eyes were so full of wonder and expectation that she barely blinked, consuming the visuals of that apparition and believing herself insane for a second - there was touch, warmth, a distinctive baritone and even...

...Did he smell of spice? The faintest, barely-there scent of something distant and foreign, an entirely believable fact given the simple but regal robe covering his body.

"Are you real?" her voice was but a whisper, Melissa's hands going back to him just as they had originally done. In the event of an affirmative answer, that was a remarkably bold act: to hold and inspect another through touch without the excuse of prior knowledge and intimacy. And yet, she couldn't help it - but wasn't that a trait of all mankind? To yearn and reach for all things magical and extraordinary, even when they had no claim to it?

"Who are you?"

[geraniumplant]

have you been carrying me this whole time? // @ Sephiroth hehehe

☄ Sephiroth gives his friend a sideways glance, making sure to shift Genesis in his arms before giving a firm SMACK on the ass.

"Since you foolishly decided to challenge me in the training room again? Yes."

[talesfantastic]

More Than Mages | Fancy Mel & Genesis

@poeticphoenix said: Dealer’s choice! Happy birthday!

Thank you so much for the well wishes. I had to toss another muse with a world hopping verse at you. Fancy Mel, from Threads of Fate, is a delight to write and I seldom get to. You can find more about her here.

With the Dewprism taken care of and Valen's... children largely settled, Mel finally felt like she could leave her post near Carona. For a time, she wandered into the East Heaven Kingdom -- in no small part because the Princesses very much needed a guiding hand. But time meant nothing to her, and wouldn't for many thousand years more., if indeed her age ever caught up with her.

Once things were stable, she grew restless. She traveled the world and found to her dismay that she was not, in fact, entranced by any of it. No, she wanted... she needed something new.

There was a [relic] no one had ever found, her own Star Way -- exactly as it sounded, a way to travel the stars. It was disguised as a purple gem, perhaps mistaken for mere amethyst, sitting on her chest, seemingly secured by her pink ribbon alone.

It was this deceptively mundane gem, her Star Way, that she poured power into. She chose a dot in the sky where she felt life and sent herself to it.

She woke with a headache, magical strength intact but her body rightfully exhausted. As she came around she realized she was kneeling in a green, glowing fountain that thrummed with some sort of primal power.

And it was very happy to see her.

[beastbitten]

@poeticphoenix ∣ 🌕

"So, uh... do... do you got powers 'n' stuff? Is it that kinda deal?"

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

@poeticphoenix liked for an Aether Starter [Muse Testing!]

"I'm starting to think we took a wrong turn somewhere, Paimon... Paimon?" And just like that, his little self-appointed guide in Teyvat was gone! Aether looked over both of his shoulders and even above his head for good measure. After all, a little flying... somebody the likes of Paimon could be anywhere right now, and he really had no better inkling of where.

Ah, but wait, wasn't that a familiar figure over there?

"Childe?" He calls as he approaches the redhead from the back. But the closer he gets, the more something feels off. No, this man is not Childe. A little shorter, maybe. And the style is... well, kind of different.

"Ah, sorry. I think I mistook you for someone else." He immediately apologizes the moment he realizes the mistake, a sheepish smile on his face. "Um... you wouldn't happen to have seen a little girl flying around by any chance...?"

[zacll]

𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄; crackle and crack goes the fire that lit up his face as he slept upright, hand clutching a gold pin in the shape of a woman's complexion fronting a queen's crown. Zael missed this person, his mother. Its been some years and this was the only trinket that triggered memories, good ones. He wanted to dream of her, giving him his first archery lessons in his father's absence. Dressing his hair in gold bands and teaching him to sign when her voice could no longer be heard.

The strange absence was interrupted by the flame feeling hotter in the fireplace, as if it found a way to breathe on it's own. A solitude awakening him, knowing -- sensing he was no longer alone in the room. ( @poeticphoenix ) A presence, like a firebird, had Zael stand in attention. Why was there no true peace? Not a single step was heard, though the light illuminated the red in the smaller man's hair. Eyes calmed once he could see the frost may have not been kind to this firebird, the winter sticking to clothes and face. Perhaps sharing the warmth of the flame would help him. No words were spoken, just a gesture to stand aside and present the welcoming flame to the man. The frost does not bite here.

[familiarflower]

@poeticphoenix

"Oh...you're the SOLDIER stationed out here? " Somehow she imagined...she didn't know what she imagined because it certainly wasn't him or the terrifying thought of Sephiroth. Her history on the past- the War as it were happened to be vague and messy. Wutai colored the war one way and Shinra another leaving her as a young curious adult to piece together what happened from newspapers, witnesses and Cloud.

The weight of Lightkore was a comfort at her back since Cloud wasn't there to cover hers. She wasn't sure if she could actually handle a First class SOLDIER, but she had gotten plenty confident in her spars with Cloud. Against the man in front of her? She felt unnerved though held her stance for now.

"I think its better for 'everyone' involved to just head back to their camps, don't you think? General-?? "

Rhapsodos. She didn't know much about the wutai war itself, but the leading generals she knew at least that much though a little bit of confident diffidence could go a long way in keeping things at arms length.

[caracarnn]

He meets the other's eyes with a leveled look of - light, what was it? Uncertainty? Irritation? He just knew that whatever happened through the years of meeting the being before him had always been within the confines of chaos and unrepentant disaster. It wasn't exactly danger but if an explosion were to happen when the two of them crossed the other's path Rand wouldn't have been surprised. They weren't enemies, they weren't friends either, they simply were. Chaos, it had a strange way of drawing people together.

"I'm sure that this wasn't planned." He offered, glancing up from the rubble and mess that had been created this time. He drew in a breath, still holding onto Saidin just in case something more was to happen. "But how long are we going to go without acknowledging the effects that we have on one another's lives. I swear that I don't experience nearly as much chaos whenever I don't meet you every passing year or so." - @poeticphoenix

[foxrensics]

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"Wait, you're a Guardian of what?" Toshiko seemed to be easily distracted. She was trying to look for a certain source that could help her, but too bad she didn't catch him as she was trying her best to keep up the conversations, giving him an apologetic smile, "Sorry, just got distracted..."

[phantasiiae]

❛ I don’t know any places I can hide from the voices that are tearing me apart from the inside. ❜ // @ whoever says hi first lol

Darkness still haunts your narrative || Accepting

Seeing Genesis like this is hard.

It's harder than Angeal cares to admit. As he sits there with him, arm wrapped around his shoulder, holding him close to try and give him some type of comfort, he has to wonder what brought them to this point. A myriad of things, really. One thing after another after another, a dismal domino effect. He can't, in good conscious, leave Genesis alone like this. They'd been through more things together than most people. Who would he be if he left him alone now?

“..How can I help?” is what he finally says as he glances over at him, fingers gently stroking through his hair. It's always been like this: taking care of others and not himself. It's fine. Really, it is, even if he's starting to feel the affects of his own degradation. He'd rather focus on Genesis to take his mind off of it. He's always taken care of him. That wouldn't change now.

He holds him closer, tighter, as if that could possibly do anything, as if that could keep him from slipping through his fingers. “I'm here for you in whatever way you need, Genesis. You know that. Just tell me.”

[ananthologyofsouls]

Closed starter for poeticphoenix

Stelle sat in a weird room she wasn't sure where she was, she was sure this wasn't Penacony's Dreamscape, or maybe it was. There were apparently many, she mainly stayed in the Golden Hour though.

She sat silently with her phone before staring blankly at the glass when she heard footsteps.

[astralbcrn]

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Bahamut looked at the creatures at his feet with great distaste. Pitiful beings – and foolish as well for attacking someone like him. Taking them down had been easy, but he knew they were of a stronger variety. They had to be, otherwise he doubted a group of SOLDIERs would be heading in his direction. Perhaps he should've let them take care of it, but he hadn't felt like waiting around to be 'saved'.

Turning to the leader of the pack, he immediately felt curious. This one carried one of his... children, so to speak, with them. A Bahamut summon. How curious.

"I am afraid you are too late, if these creatures are the ones you sought to destroy," he offered, keeping his focus on the redhead. The rest of them were hardly worthy of his attention.

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

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"Thank you. I promise, I am all right now. It really felt no different than having a bad dream." Sitting in bed with his legs still tucked under the blankets, Cyno took another long sip of water from the bottle.

He wasn't really thirsty anymore, but he wanted to reassure Genesis everything was fine. It looked like he had given the man a serious spook while lost in his sleep. His head was still a little dazed from being shaken awake so abruptly.

The images before his eyes were starting to fade, and now, rather than running away from them like he had in his dream-like state, he found himself chasing the fleeting memory, trying to piece his visions together.

"Somehow, I feel like it was more than simply that..." He muttered to himself.

[hoshinierabareshimono]

Genesis is just gonna fuckin kiss himself. SELF LOVE BABEY.

The experience was akin to looking in a distorted mirror of the past—or was it a nightmare induced by traumata he had yet to process in their entirety?

It wasn’t only his physical decay that had perturbed him. In fact, Genesis’ fear of losing his sanity, the perceptiveness he depended on, had been nothing short of visceral.

And indeed, when Zack Fair had found him in his most enfeebled state beneath the ruins of his hometown, his lucidity of mind had been compromised by a fever haze.

It was a brief slip-up in the face of seven long years, inconsequential to anyone but him, but Genesis resented the unflattering truth of his wretched conduct, the sickening weakness he had displayed, nonetheless.

And so, when his distorted counterpart that was not truly his past self reached for him, that telltale gleam of madness in his eyes as he yanked him into a frenzied kiss, Genesis placed his hands on his lookalike’s shoulders and dug his fingers in with the clear intent to inflict pain.

Cerulean blue eyes bore into his counterpart’s as he pushed him back without releasing him, their gaze one of imperious judgment.

“You will survive this, too.”

The words were in equal parts a promise and a stern rebuke.

[calamitysshatteredson]

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There was no intentional thought behind it, no particular reason or idea or actual realized compulsion that lead to the motion. Truth be told, Sephiroth was very particular about keeping himself separated most of the time, hands to himself in any situation that was not sparring or the immediate need to administer first aid.

Genesis had been leaning over a book. Which book was suspected but not known, and a bit of hair had fallen in his face. Sephiroth hadn't made the full realization that his hair had been getting that long before he witnessed fiery strands moving, moved himself--

To tuck the stray hair behind his friend's ear. Somewhat startling himself, he did not linger long enough to judge the reaction. Perhaps he didn't want to know, explaining it away with a tight but flippant, "If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to catch up to me."

[stingslikeabee]

one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them.  // what if Melissa teaches Genesis the ways of sexual intimacy, what then

smut prompts with plot . accepting

For all the flamboyant charm that Genesis possessed and the confidence that just overflowed with every move, it had surprised Melissa to learn that, in fact, he had been lonely for a considerable amount of time. Logically speaking, it made sense - if he had been sentenced to imprisonment within the amulet, he had been frozen in time and waiting for the next individual to give him a shot at freedom. There was no companionship to be had - no small comforts or pleasantries granted by those who sealed him away originally.

But that wasn't a secret revealed at the beginning of their interactions either - it had only been uttered as a whisper, so faint and soft that a more distracted soul would have missed it. But not the actress - not someone who had been irrevocably bound to his fate initially by accident, then entirely by choice. It had been a curious mix of greed, compassion and fascination that had Melissa sealing their deal months ago; now it was genuine feeling that moved her to peel away the metaphorical and literal layers between the two of them, peppering the unveiled skin with kisses.

This close, Genesis was perfection - an illusion orchestrated by his powers, as he had advised her, but one she was hardly willing to question or fight; if her protector and mentor said so, it wasn't her position to show doubt. Besides, there was nothing that the man had done so far that seemed to contradict or imply a desire to break their arrangement - his powers and pulls over mortals was real. Slowly, but surely, his protégée became a more well-known face within the right circles, as well as with the population.

A rising star, a delightful mystery, a breath of fresh air - the titles that the press now bestowed Melissa with were many and generous, no doubt a testament to her talent, but one that would have remained invisible if not for him. Genesis Rhapsodos was how he introduced himself to those who asked, posing as her manager and agent, dedicated to making Melissa's career the crown jewel of his résumé - and so far, he had delivered.

And after so long struggling to make ends meet and to keep a dream alive that so many were quick to brand as 'foolish', it was hard not to feel immense gratitude for him. And not just that - Melissa was more than thankful for Genesis and his work; she was hungry for the companionship he provided, the warmth of his touch and the soothing balm he represented to a lonely heart. It was almost as if she had been withering, like a forgotten rose bouquet discarded after a first date - but Genesis' presence made her flourish, burning bright and with a passion for her craft and life that had been unlike anything else.

It wasn't surprising that a deal that began with a bloody kiss had led to many others - now over his face, the jaw, his shoulders and chest. Inch by inch, Melissa uncovered and sampled her savior in a way that was nothing short of a more detailed act of worship, inhaling his scent and gleefully adding to the fire created among their bodies. It wasn't until she was almost done with the robe and cruising into more intimate territory that Genesis' left hand temporarily held hers, causing the actress' surprised gaze to meet his for a moment.

And then, the confession - the mere whispered words 'I have not been intimate with another in a very, very long time' sent a strange jolt down her spine, like thunder crashing over clear skies. But within seconds, her visage softened impossibly, and Melissa's hands moved to his face, cradling Genesis as if he was made of the most fragile things on Earth and bringing him in for a tender kiss, sweet like honey.

Through that gesture, a lot went unsaid - particularly in how Melissa stopped undressing him to instead guide Genesis' digits to her own attire. The brunette encouraged him to keep going and follow her lead, undoing the buttons of the shirt and zipping down the skirt, getting the actress to reveal herself first. Quite frankly, Melissa felt no shame like that - to be naked before another was a luxury a good performer could not afford, and besides, her protector was no vulgar audience.

If anything, it emboldened her - and Melissa moved to his lap, letting the remaining items of fabric pooled over his hips and legs, allowing him the comfort of a cover. There was going to be a time for him to gift his mistress with the glory of his beauty, but at his own pace. Instead, the brunette let his mouth go free for an instant, trailing lips over to his ear and using caring digits to card through hair, caressing more than pulling and embracing Genesis in a way that was very much protective.

He had her back out there, among studio sharks and manipulative executives; within the sanctuary of her bedroom, she would take care of his heart.

"Then let me take the lead for you," Melissa breathed into his skin, closing eyes and sighing softly. Her heart was thumping so fast within her ribcage that it could have belonged to a hummingbird; but it was just the elation of being with him, and sharing something so special like that with the one individual that deserved her affection more than anyone else.

"You can undress me first, if you like. Take your time - there is no rush," she murmured, and with the pull of gravity and the weight of her own frame, Melissa gently eased Genesis on his back, staying atop him but without creating a prison - not when her body slipped away from his grasp merely to press a kiss to every single patch of flesh available, murmuring praise in-between and looking up at the deity in her bed with burning, unyielding devotion in honey-colored eyes.

"I will make you feel like the god you are supposed to be, my beloved Genesis."