Day: January 25, 2018

mythsandmonsters:

Hypnos nodded faintly, though it would take a long time for him to shake the sense of doubt that still lingered. Instead, he changed the subject for the moment, his thoughts turning to his youngest daughter, who had been trapped with him, though he’d managed to keep her safely hidden in his dreams away from physical harm.

“How’s Nerissa doing? She must have been so traumatised, poor girl. Is she alright?”

Moros pulled back just enough to smile sweetly at him, an assurance that the lovely girl in question was doing rather well.

“She seems to have taken a real shining to our boy. Cayden seldom leaves her side and, if he must, he leaves Blake with her as she’s taken a liking to him as well. She’s adapting as best as can given the shock of the real world.”

mythsandmonsters:

“My ex decided that if he couldn’t have me, nobody else should.”

There wasn’t really an easy or nice way to say it, but her wording was more for the benefit of holding herself together rather than sparing as much of the shock as possible for a curious stranger.

“Kill him.” 

It was an easy enough solution to him, but he doubted most people would take him seriously. Jails were too good for people like that and he doubted the dude was see much of the inside of a cell if he had even gotten arrested. 

mythsandmonsters:

It was only then that his mood seemed to falter slightly, a heavy sigh leaving his lips, confirming that his efforts were indeed brought on by such things.

“Something did happen. Well, a few things, actually, but the worst of it is over now. I just decided it was a good time to try to be a better father, among other things. Nothing to worry about anymore. It’s all passed.”

He caught the look on her face, his own expression softening again.

“Forgive me. I did not mean to worry you. Got a little caught up in work, as always. I can’t speak entirely for the others though, except perhaps Moros, and my twin.”

Philotes nodded, glad to know that things had leveled out at the very least. “At least they are still young,” she offered, smiling sweetly at him. “Are the little ones here or are they with their mother?” She had heard something of him and Konis parting ways, but nothing of the large gaps in time. 

“You always did work far too much,” she teased, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. She had been far more physically affectionate when they were younger, but she had grown more reserved over the years and only partly because Eris had nearly broken her arm over a hug.

mythsandmonsters:

A few tears spilt over and down his face, especially at the feel of Moros’ touch. It had been so long, and he’d been convinced he’d never see or feel him ever again, so he ached at the slightest touch.

“I don’t know how… They were mortal. They should not have had magic that strong.” Hypnos wept, still feeling like he needed to apologise and nothing would change that any time soon.

“Shhh,” he soothed, leaning down enough to press their foreheads together. It was obvious that Hypnos needed the affection and, if Moros was honest with himself, he needed it too. 

“They can’t get you again. They’re gone and you’re home and we won’t let anything else happen to you,” he promised softly. If any of them had survived, they wouldn’t live for too much longer.

mythsandmonsters:

“Oh, well we can’t be having that, can we? Gods forbid anyone makes you feel like a loser, Cas.” he teased playfully, heading over to the fridge and starting to pull stuff out.

“We got a ton of stuff for sandwiches, or we’ve got some leftover lasagne and pot roast if you want something heated up?”

He followed after him like a giant, clattering puppy, a goofy grin on his lips. There was a reason he usually headed over here when he first woke up. “Good because otherwise I’d pout and we both know I’m a pro.”

“Let’s go Scooby-Doo level on sandwiches. I mean, if your parents don’t murder us for making a mess.”

mythsandmonsters:

“What? No. Nobody tried to eat me. Are you trying to be funny?”

His odd choice of words confused her, and it caught her a little off guard for a moment trying to figure out if he was making a joke at her expense or not, and whether she should be offended by it.

“Why would you say that?”

“Then what’s with the neck?”

She smelled damn human, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t crossed paths with a vampire or something else that liked to bite. It wasn’t really all that rare for the normies to cross paths with less human beings, him standing there was proof enough of that.

thewitchandtheangels:

“Time already means like… jack shit to dad’s entire half of the family and I’d kind of like to not be like that, you know? It’s weird that sometimes they just go decades before checking in with each other.” He grinned at Leland. “Besides, maybe it’s worth coming around here more often. You gonna be done with med school soon?”

“From what I’ve been told, Aunt Ava dipped for nearly a century before anyone heard from her once so… Sounds like you’re pretty fucked either way on that one.” He grinned, trying to make the words sound less harsh. “Final year of my residency.”

mythsandmonsters:

“Quite alright. Even if you had, I don’t always pick up anyway, so most of the family just show up these days.” he shrugged casually.

He wasn’t drunk, at least not today, but he had been actively trying to be a little more sociable and better company to be around after a long period of self-reflection brought on by so much upheaval within the family not that long ago.

“Not intoxicated, Lot. Just making an effort to not be quite so… me, at the moment.”

“Has something happened with your babies?” It was the only thing she could think of that might make he want to try such changes to his own persona. Of course, she had lost track of the years and assumed Illyria was still a mere child since she hadn’t seen the girl in about as long.

“You all stopped returning home and I was growing ever so worried. Lachesis had to tell me where to look to find any of you,” she pouted, but her eyes always held a softness, no matter which way her lips turned.

mythsandmonsters:

It was clear from how visibly upset he was that even the mere mention of his ordeal was still deeply traumatic for him, but his upset at discovering just how much he’d missed was far more of a heartbreak for him.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, looking so haunted as he teared up a little. “I didn’t know if I would ever see you or anyone else again.”

It was that glimmer of tears in his eyes that had Moros cracking a little around the edges. Slowly, he closed the last bit of distance and cupped Hypnos’s face in his hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks.

“We tried to find you. Spells, the tracking device, asking the spirits… Nothing helped. We thought you were just…gone,” he mumbled, clearly still trying to come to terms with all of that. “You scared us. All of us and I don’t want to lose you again.”

mythsandmonsters:

“Check the fridge. Ollie’s been kinda low lately for some reason and he hasn’t been eating much, so there should be plenty.”

Laney had noticed the coyote had been all the more mopey than usual, but he just figured maybe his meds needed adjusting again since it was hard to effectively dose shifters for extended periods of time with conventional medications without having to modify what they were cut with.

He was willing to bet it had something to do with Jeff being a creep again, but he kept his mouth shut. It wasn’t his place to tell Laney what went on in Ollie’s dreams. 

“Then you’re eating with me. I can’t stand eating alone, it’s sad and pathetic and makes me feel like a loser.”