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emily84 · 3 days
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Riddy (Eurydice) x Caeneus from Kaos (Netflix, 2024-?)
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Reunion
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aka how I WANT this show to go, give me them reuniting as a happy couple, give me season 2
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chiefhexagon · 4 days
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Taste and emotions in the Underworld
In other words, Kaos has fully taken over me and they mean the world to me
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awitchatdinner · 20 hours
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(via KAOS Episodes 3-5: The Gods Are Douchebags)
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drabbles-mc · 11 days
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Out of the Grey
Caeneus x Eurydice
Summary: Caeneus didn't know when he'd see her again, but he knew that he'd spend all of the time until then remembering her.
Warnings: 18+, light angst, all of the feelings, guest appearance from Fotis because what a good doggo
Word Count: 981
A/N: i love these two so much. one day i will have more fully formed thoughts about them but until then. me and caeneus will just be Thinking About Riddy
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When Caeneus shut his eyes tight, he tried to picture what she looked like in full living color. He could still picture it sometimes, in the brief flashes of his memories, how vibrant the world of the living was. He wished he could’ve known her then, too. He wished that he could’ve had vibrant memories of her to think back to now that she was gone again.
Ten years in a world that was so bleak, so filled with nothing and yet Eurydice had managed to show up and give him more than he ever thought possible. Everything about her was so warm, her smile, her eyes, her breath against his skin, her hands on his face, her lips against his. When he tried hard enough, he could almost paint pictures of her in his mind, coloring her in shades that were as saturated with warmth as she had felt.
Then he’d open his eyes again and the world would be back in black and white. His tiny bed now feeling vast and empty because once he knew how it felt to share it with her, laying down in it alone simply didn’t suffice any longer. He tangled his fingers in the sheets, hoping to feel a lingering trace of her, proof that she’d really been there.
He wondered if she was doing a different version of the same thing. Up on top of them all, he wondered if she was closing her eyes and letting the black and white memories play back in her head. Was she alright? Was she too busy to miss him? Were the colors and the tastes and the feelings of the living more desirable than the idea of being back in the underworld? In the limbo of The Unresolved? He certainly wouldn’t blame her if that was the case, but he hoped that it wasn’t. He didn’t want her to hurry back down to the land of the dead, but to be missed would be nice.
He could still hear her in his head. Her voice, her laugh, he could hear it underneath the sounds of everything else happening around him. He’d tell Fotis about her on their walks around the compound.
“You’d like her,” Caeneus said as he watched the dog happily pace and sniff around. He let out a small sigh as he watched the dog’s tail fly back and forth. “I miss her.”
Something about the tone of his voice got Fotis to pause what he was doing. Soon enough he was nearly tangling the leash around Caeneus’s legs enough to make him topple over. It got him to smile, though, as he crouched down to try and give scratches behind all of his ears.
He took a breath in, getting ready to say something else about her, when he realized who it was that he was talking to. Fotis had spent plenty of time listening to him commiserate about work, but for some reason this felt different. Humorous, almost.
“You’ve no idea, do you?” He laughed at the way Fotis seemed to give a reply in the form of trying to lick his face. “Yeah. Thought so.”
Caeneus had the fleeting thought that Fotis was lucky for that, to not know the pain of missing someone like that. But the thought disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. The pain of missing Riddy hurt, pulled at his heartstrings in a way that he hadn’t ever felt before. But it only pained him the way it did because of how good it’d felt for the short while that he had her.
Before Eurydice, Caeneus didn’t think that there was anything worth savoring in the Underworld. Then he heard her laugh. Then he heard himself laughing, something about her wit making him feel something worthwhile for the first time in a long time. The notion of spending the next few hundred years down there was a welcome one if she was going to be there with him.
The memories of his life before had always fraught with layers and complications that seemed too complex to tease apart. He missed it, missed being alive in his little apartment with all of his plants and his whole life ahead of him. But then he’d think about the end of it all, how it seemed to taint the rest of it. Those memories could never be straight-forward even though he wished that they could be.
Now he found himself trying to recall memories that never happened. He tried to remember Riddy in bright, living color, smoking cigarettes that she could actually taste. He thought about her in clothes that fit the way she wanted them too, eating meals that did more than just simply sate her hunger. He never saw any of it, never would, but he still tried to remember it.
He laid in bed again that night, twin mattress feeling massive even though he knew that it wasn’t. He had one hand resting on top of his stomach, the other tucked behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He felt his eyes getting heavier, and this time he decided not to fight it.
Just as he was settling into the comfortable heaviness of sleep, the black painted across the backs of his eyelids burst into color. And he saw her. Not in a black in white memory, or a fuzzy and forced amalgamation of colors that he tried to string together to give himself some comfort. It was her. Her soft curls and warm brown skin, dressed in all of her yellows and greens and oranges. Smiling. Looking right at him and smiling.
Then he felt it again, her warmth against the monotony of the world he was trapped in. It worked its way outwards from his ribcage to the tips of his fingers and toes. Then he was smiling too.
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(divider by @silkholland 💕)
Kaos Taglist: none yet since this is my first Kaos fic! please let me know if you'd like to be added going forward! xo
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emily84 · 17 days
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Couples in Kaos (Netflix, 2024-?).
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