mpxinvidia

[mpxinvidia]

Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.

— William Faulkner.

#keep your enemies closer #;musings #{{ I’m searching for the traces of you in everyone I meet #|| you will know my name ||

[mpxinvidia]

Home || Open Starter

{{ A little open starter with a twist! Your muse comes across Invidia drawing and something about yours trips up the semi-dormant Otherness in him, making his powers flare up. Open to anyone, just message me.}}

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   He’s not really sure when the feeling started to form itself; if it was some organic thing or if it was something he forced himself to cultivate. Either way, Invidia knew the day that he realized it was the day that he felt just a little bit more sure than the day prior. Sure about who he was, sure about what direction he was going to take his life, sure about the long run of it all.

   Sure that he was actually home.

  Mount Phoenix was a city of beings that both amused and perplexed him but he’d have it no other way really. He likes the general hustle and bustle of the city when it really wakes itself up and the mischievous ways that it wraps itself around its dwellers at night like a waiting cocoon of wonders. He had touched down there a while ago but it was only recently that he settled into something that felt more like living than surviving to him. He had a zest for getting up and going out and meeting people. 

  So, today, that’s precisely what he does. With no time limit set down and enough good rest the whole day before, the demigod leaves his house with the express purpose of just seeing who he comes across and where that will lead. When he makes it to the local cafe he deposits himself at an outdoor table to people watch and doodle in a notebook.

   It’s about an hour into this leisurely resting that a shadow passes over the image he’s drawing. 

   “You’re in my light,” he says absently, pencil still working on trying to capture the curve of the garment he’s drawing.

#{para;} Home #|| power bay: frenzy || #|| open starter || #{{ message me to claim!

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Thinking Nonsense || W.C 0002

{{ Invidia’s installment for the Monthly Writing Challenge! I noticed a lot of self care irl being things done like having a facial or going for a massage or things like that. That’s all well and good but I think there’s something kind of nice about just escaping into one’s mind to self care the day away. So here’s my silly boy doing so. }}

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   He’s sitting in the window nook at Babylon of his work room, his face toward the sunshine that pours in. A rare lull period in his day where he’s able to just rest and do a whole lot of nothing if he wants to- a time that Invidia relishes more than he would ever say to others. He can read, or draw, or scroll on his phone, or whatever he wants with the pocket of time.

  It’s both a shame and a bliss point that he chooses to spend the time daydreaming. Once he had read that escaping into too many daydreams was a sign of something unfortunate but he doesn’t let that bother him in this moment. Instead he sinks his spine against the wall more and lets his mind wander. His thoughts and worries come to slow stillness and for a moment he just stares blankly out the window.

   Then he smiles.

  Some tendril of a memory stirs and then catches. The ghost of a sensation he remembers plays with him for a few precious seconds and Invidia blinks rapidly as if it will shake the replay of it back to him. His eyes dart from the window to take in the lounge room around him. There’s people wandering in and out to grab snacks but no one really is watching him too hard. He turns back to the window and relaxes again, freeing his mind up again to see what it brings.

   Another faint feeling catches him. The ghost of fingers in his hair and the pleasant pull of them there. His cheeks flush at this but otherwise he doesn’t disturb the thought process, just let’s it go through him. Phantom feelings make their way to the surface, slowly and one by one make his head go a little dizzy as he drifts through them. He remembers touch along his skin, wind blowing through the thinness of his shirt during a fall day, the taste of sakura flavored sweets at the start of the spring, the echo of his voice talking in the museum to marble statues that can’t answer.

  His smile widens as he recalls singing with his friends. Then his blush deepens as he feels the ghost of adrenaline go down his chest and to his stomach remembering some too joyous, too big, too intense sensation against his lips. His mind pulls from that, fleshes the memory out a little more and the adrenaline sinks just a little lower.

  “Oh!” He says in surprise and then stands up as if he can run away from the sudden thrill of it. His fingers fly to his lips, touching them lightly before he draws his hand away. There’s too much …energy in his body suddenly. He’s got to do something! Eyes look around the room again and he tosses a silent prayer of thanks to the ceiling that no one saw him startle over nothing.

  He moves then. Right out the room, down the hall and toward the stairs where he stops short. His hand is on the railing at the top and he stares down them as though he contemplates sprinting down them and right out the door. To or from the feeling, he doesn’ know really. His fingers hold the railing a little harder as he thinks. That blush that possessed his features is still there but he works to dispel it as he turns and then with no real warning hops on the stair railing and pushes so that he’s sliding down it. He’s seated on it and flying down the long curve of it, his voice carrying upwards as he shouts in amusement all the way down.

   That cry of joy ends with a loud thud as he slips off the end of the railing and lands on the flooring below. For a second or two it’s too quiet and it seems he might have hurt himself as he lays there in stunned silence. Then he starts laughing to the faces that peer down at him from the banisters.

   “You’ve got try it, oh my god!”

#{para;} Thinking Nonsense #|| Confessions of a Soul: Self Paras || #mp; writingchallenge #mp; w.c 002

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A Modern Retelling ft. Giselle

{{ My apologies that you had to wait so long friend. I hope this makes up for the unnatural wait time! Continued from here with the beautiful @mpxgiselle . Scene is set in Babylon.

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   She crosses the room and his eyes watch her form. Nakedness had never surprised him, for he knew it well long before he came to work in the walls of Babylon he’s in now. His gaze follows as she crosses the opulent room and crawls closer to him now and he knows what will come of this story. This ma be work but the story and the company make it more pleasant than anything.

  His hands reach out and draw his friend close to him, his skin warm pliant in his light drowsiness. He’s always a little more on the sleepy looking side these days, even if he’s wide awake while working. Giselle is beautiful. She always has been and it only grew more stunning to behold her as time passed. Invidia lays his head on the crook of her neck and lets out a hum of contentment. 

  She crafts more of their little fucked up fairytale and he chuckles as she shifts and looks at him. A moment of thought passes over his features and he smirks. 

  “The vines wrap around me because they have always known me. I’m neither Adam nor am I Eve. I’m not even Lilith, giving the story a breath of something different.” He reaches up to caress her chin and draw her close so he can whisper in her ear. “I have always been the fruit of the tree. I’m the leaves that cut at my own skin and the thorns that draw red to my surface.”

   He kisses down along the column of her neck. “I’m the roots that wrap around my own legs and keep me close.” His arms wrap around her middle now. “I bite down into that devil fruit and taste all my own dreams that run over my chin. I can’t run- I wouldn’t know how to run from myself if I tried.”

  He nips at her skin lightly before he laughs and rolls so he’s above her. “The roots take hold of me and don’t run away. Who will save me from myself?”

   Invidia lowers his head and blows a raspberry on her skin before erupting into laughter. “Your turn!”

#{para;} A Modern Retelling #;mpxgiselle #{{ hit it in the morning: daily life }} #𖤐 New Shuffle: Deciding Tarot Card #{{ popcorn storytelling is actually fun

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  He’s seated on the stage and making a light joke to the crowd about the last song that he had been singing. The ripple of laughter makes him smile and he’s just about to start a new song that would fill the space while he’s waiting when he spots him. Making his way through the back end of the crowd and people leading in for food is the guest he’d been waiting on. He wasn’t even sure that he would come since people make all sorts of promises on social media and often it just falls through. He wouldn’t be bothered if he hadn’t come but the fact that the other does pulls a bright and beautiful smile to the singer’s face.

  A little chuckle can be heard from him over the mic and it seems like he would say something to call the other out, but he doesn’t. He just smiles in that soft and touched way that he does and lets his eyes lower for a few seconds. He’s so happy. It’s amazing what following through with something so simple can do. Clearing his throat a bit Invidia straightens in his chair and readjust the guitar in his hands again.

   “I made a promise to someone that I would sing this song,” he starts and the crowd makes a coo at him. It earns them a laugh from the singer. “Shut up. I’m not sentimental.” And it’s obvious that he is but he doesn’t hide it. He just blushes a bit at his own joy to complete a promise too. “Anyway, losers, I said I would sing this song and it’s kind of amazing that the strange phenomenon of it actually happened here.”

  His nimble fingers test the guitar strings and it sings that it’s ready for their duet. “Hey… you guys ever seen snow at the beach?” His accented voice asks before music flows from the guitar in his hands.

  “‘One night, a few moons ago..’”

    Invidia starts the song, voice weaving feeling into the words of the song that some would recognize. There’s a serenity about him as he passes through the first verse, like he is confiding a beautiful secret location to the listener. There’s an intimacy in the way that he sings to the mic, angled lower than he’s sitting and as his eyes lift to land on Susanoo.

   His face lights up again as he keeps going, claiming that it’s weird but rightfully beautiful to see the natural oddity of another being standing as they are. No filters, no hiding, the rawness of being alive the mystic snow on a beach. The order Susanoo made comes and is set down mid way through the song and by then a few voices join the song as Invidia sings, his happy demeanor inviting the crowd to join in the chorus. 

  ‘’Your eyes are flying saucers from another planet..’” he sings and purposely crosses his own eyes for a few seconds before he winks at Susanoo. It’s just a brief bit of time but he’s purely himself right then.

snow on the beach

#{para;} Snow on the Beach #;mpx-susanoo #{{ hit it in the morning: daily life }} #𖤐 New Shuffle: Deciding Tarot Card #Type: Redeemer

[mpxinvidia]

{{ Setting this a little after the thread with Malea, Intake Forms, in which they see each other briefly to clear up Hephie’s old account! I’m so sorry for the wait time friend but I’m ecstatic to get this going!

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  It’s a busy night at Minx and a myriad of people from the city are visiting the burlesque lounge. All around him people buzz with conversation. It’s a constant and happy sort of atmosphere in the space and were he a little less tired it would be more than welcome that he’s stopped what feels like every few seconds as he walks to greet someone. He likes people. He likes seeing people happy. But underneath the smiles and talks he gives to others, Invidia is secretly the sort to crave the peace of his home. To be curled up in some corner reading a good book or ingesting the social media updates of others he knows and loves deeply.

   Still, he presses on and mingles with people between his performances. He’s wandering through the elevated VIP section when he hears his name. That voice! Though he doesn’t get the time that he used to with this person he’d know the sound of that voice anywhere! Whirling around, his dark lined warm eyes find the face he’s seeking almost instantly. Hephaestus! The god is saying something and over the music and the chatter of others between them Invidia can hardly hear him. Excited he weaves back through the crowd toward the god and instantly pulls him into a hug.

  “You!” He says it with such happiness. His embrace crushes the god to him for a moment before he’s pulling back a bit to look at him. Invidia is dressed tonight in a beautiful dark maroon outfit that drapes him well, his dark hair in the soft waves much like they had been when he and the god first met. “Hephie! You look marvelous! Come, come! Let’s go sit over here and talk!”

  His hand is offered to guide the god to follow him to another table slightly away from the full ones where they are.

Catching Up With an Old Friend

@mpxinvidia

It's been a long time since Hephaestus saw his friend. He used to see Invidia a lot, but then that just dropped off as Hephaestus found himself busy with managing the store and the unexpected amount of work that came with that. While he'd given his employees the time off to hang out with friends and family once the holiday rush died out, he'd decided to take his own suggestion and catch up with Invidia.

He'd made his way over to Minx, remembering that the other worked there as a dancer. They could have a few drinks, catch up and chat like old times. Seeing his friend again, the God smiled widely. "long time! I haven't seen you in ages. You look really good!" he exclaimed, excited to see him

#{para;} Catching Up with an Old Friend #;mpxhephaestus #{{ hit it in the morning: daily life }} #Type: Hot Stuff

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   Noel takes his hand from Invidia’s and for a few seconds the sinner holds his breath. He’s not afraid, more curious- how will Noel move? The answer comes in the way that he feels the pressure of that touch at the dip of his waist and how his senses fill with the scents that decorate Noel. They buzz into his nose and down through his skin at the contact point. There’s something in those eyes that he sees before he closes his own— some sin that Noel is begging him to commit.

   It’s gentle as he’s overtaken there on the steps; maybe this is what they mean when they say surrender can be a quiet thing.

   Knowing better is one thing. Acting on that knowledge is a clear other. Invidia sighs in an audible show of happiness as the contact is made, his body relaxing in the hold. He shouldn’t, but he brings his arms up and around Noel’s shoulders, fingers into his hair for just a moment to offer up a return of the action. It deepens the kiss just a bit and presses the sinner closer to him. Chest to chest there’s a steady and calming thudding from Invidia’s side.

  Carefully, slowly and with tenderness Invidia pulls back just enough to breathe again. “You tease me when you do that. Be fair!”

  And laughing he closes the distance again to kiss him once more, the feeling different; it’s a freeing kiss. Some form of joy that only lives inside Invidia is there, making an electric almost feeling liven on their lips. It feels like waking up and knowing you’re going somewhere special, like breathing cool mountain air after a long road trip, bright and out loud in its simplicity and crisp in the way that it’s contagious. He’s smiling when he does it, teeth to lips as it grows.

   Invidia breaks the kiss then and that smile is there in full. Unbridled and unfiltered it puffs up his cheeks and crinkles his eyes as a laugh issues from him. “Okay okay! I have to work! Call you when I’m done, yeah?”

   He’s strangely intangible in this moment, made of the same things that stars forming are. New and the same all at once as he beams at Noel.

So demanding.

They were too close for him to pull away, so Noel stayed still. He could damn well feel Invidia's lips nearly touching his as he spoke, that's how close they were. "Be good?" A small grin drew on his lips while his eyes looked from the sinner's eyes down the curve of his perfect nose and to the lips that kept him from reaching heaven's gates.

Noel enjoyed the tension, basked in it. It was a torturous reminder of the way he was so deep under Invidia's charms. If he ever used his powers on him, Noel honestly didn't care or mind one bit. He'd encourage it, even.

His hand left his lover's and instead went to hold the small of the other's waist. There was no way he would refuse.

'Be good.' he said. 'And I will too.' It was then that he finally gave in, closing the remaining distance between their lips. The kiss was painfully gentle and he wondered if it could even count as a kiss, but they couldn't get carried away, and they were indeed good at losing track of time and reality it seemed.

#{para;} Heavy Influence #;mpxnoel #{{ hit it in the morning: daily life }} #𖤐 Tarot Card: The Hierophant #Type: Mr. Just Right

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On the Pathway ft. Noel

A birthday starter for the handsome @mpxnoel ! Intro is a little long to set up the behind the scenes sort of vibe, hope that’s okay! This scene will feature a few of my muses at times but is meant to move quickly!

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   He’s covered in chocolate and gelatin and it vaguely registers as a problem as Invidia’s eyes stare at the sunrise. Behind him Hunter yawns loudly as he places a glass dome lid over the cake that they created together. It took them the better part of the whole day to get it right and all the remains of their failed attempts were either eaten or smeared across their aprons or faces. All the mess that litters the kitchen is worth it though and he’s got not one single regret even if there may or may not be icing in his hair from hours ago.

   The birthday cake is ready!

   Sweet and decadent and looking like something right out of a picture book, the cake that Hunter and he had toiled over for the day is finally ready to present to Noel for his birthday. All they need is for the birthday boy to wake up again! Invidia turns to look at his best friend and finds Hunter settling himself on the couch in the living room.

  “Hey,” he says and moves to stop him. “Hey come on, you know that’s not where you belong when you’re here with me.”

   Guiding him along, Invidia moves Hunter to rest in his bedroom. His friend is polite and would never ask for a better spot to sleep when he’s tired but Invidia won’t let him rest on the couch. That’s not what friends do. “There you go. I’m going to clean up a little and then go run some morning errands. You hold down the fort, yeah?”

   He gets a tired and barely there hum of agreement before the soft sounds of Hunter snoozing meet his ears. That’s just as well because this part of the birthday planning Invidia needs to do alone. Turning his attention to his new tasks he forsakes sleep for a little longer to take a quick and revitalizing shower before the whirlwind of things starts. A check to the weather app on his phone tells him to dress light, even in the early morning hours and so he dresses neat and tends his hair lightly. He looks cozy and that’s perfect for what he’s off to do.

   Grabbing his wallet and a tote bag he sets out into the early morning light to hit the grocery store, cafe and florist shop. But not before he makes a call. Pulling up Noel’s quick contact he smiles and hits ‘Call’ and waits for the line to trill the other man awake.

Rrrrriiiinnnnngggg…

#{para;} On the Pathway #;mpxnoel #{{ hit it in the morning: daily life }} #⛧ Tarot Card: The Hierophant #Type: Mr. Just Right #{{ bday post for him!

[mpxinvidia]

maëlys chay

#keep your enemies closer #;musings #{{ I’m searching for the traces of you in everyone I meet #|| you will know my name ||

[mpxinvidia]

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   Invidia sits straight up from the giant lounge cushion he was draped across when he sees the message from Ezra.

   Cool, see ya then!

  WAIT FOR REAL?! He was expecting the other to play it off and say some other day worked better and that was only after the fuller expectation of them to skirt it in a way that implied that it just wouldn’t work really at it. Invidia is not only not home, but he’s not dressed right for the meeting by any means. He starts to stand only for his body to be pulled back down by the arms of others that wish to keep him cuddling on that lounging spot. Carefully, but quickly, he untangles the arms from his person and stands.

  “Let me go you succubus,” he teases playfully to the friends that lay there before he’s running from that lounge and back to his work room. 

   Time is of the essence now and with great haste the sinner flies down the hall and then up the stairs that ascend him to where his room is. Once there he hurries out of his robe, tossing it aimlessly as he reaches for the regular clothes he keeps in the closet. This is one of the moments that Invidia is grateful that his profession allots him the skill to both undress and redress himself quickly. It’s a mere moment before he’s got the ensemble of black trousers, a clean green button down shirt and sharp black shoes. Stopping at the mirror of the vanity he checks his face and hair before switching out the black earrings he had in for a set of emerald set in gold to match his shirt better.

   Then he’s out of the room, down the stairs all the way down before he’s tossing a quick explanation behind him, “Stepping out!” 

   A quick drive in the car -with the GPS on of course- leads him to his friend’s house in just a few more minutes. As he pulls up he’s only two minutes behind the twenty he promised and he is thankful that though he was going just a little fast, he hadn’t been stopped.

   “Here we go,” he says to himself before getting out the car and making his way over to the complex. He shoots a text to his friend so that he can enter the building and before long he’s knocking at the door.  “It’s Invidia.” He says just in case Ezra may be expecting others to show up too.

Read-a-thon

cont. from an sns thread with the same name with @mpxinvidia

Ezra picked up their tote of the floor and went to the front to pay for the books they had picked. Ten pretty hefty ones, sure to keep the literature student entertained for the next couple of weeks.

As they stepped out of the store, ballparking the amount of books scattered around their home, their phone pinged.

Say less, be there in twenty

Remembering the mess that was the poet's entire appartment - books and notebooks scattered everywhere to start - Ezra's eyes widened. They thought the other would come around maybe tomorrow. Or a week from now. The Egyptian demigod quickly assesed the situation mentally, and came to the conclusion they could make their home presentable for guests if they hurried.

Cool, see ya then!

The young student made a quick stop at the grocery store for some snacks and cat food, then rushed home. Instead of just kicking their shoes off and leaving them where they landed, they put the pair of sneakers away on the shoe rack. And picked up one of the many stray books laying around. Eleven.

They made their way to the kitchen, opened a cabinet - twelve, thirteen, fourteen - and put some of the groceries away. Then they turned to the fridge - fifteen?! - to put away the drinks.

Risha greeted her owner with a soft meow, to which Ezra responded with a soft pat on her head. "Yea, yea, food's coming," they chuckled. First filling up the food bowl, then cleaning the cat's litter box.

Since company was coming over soon, the enby demigod left their bedroom for what it was and focused on the living room. Tidying it up generally. Picking up books, both read and unread, and putting them where they should go. The ones they had started - three, making eighteen - they left on the coffee table. The rest went back on the many shelves - twenty, making thirty-eight. Craming those books into the tiniest of empty spaces on their shelves, Ezra realized they probably needed more of them. They looked around trying to figure out where to create more space. But their apartment wasn't infinite...

That was gonna be a problem for future Ezra.

After making the living space presentable enough for a friend to come over, they turned on a kettle for tea and some music before starting the big count.

#{para;} Read-a-thon #;ezraxmp #{{ hit it in the morning: daily life }} #⛧ New Shuffle: Deciding Tarot Card #Type: new people

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Heavy Influence ft. Noel

Walking Time’s fine line! Continued from here with @mpxnoel

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  ‘You’re going to be late.’

   That’s true enough. If he’s not careful with this then he very well could be late going into work. Invidia watched the way that Noel comes closer to him and the way that their fingers link and lock together before he feels the feather light touch of lips on his skin there. Slow… so so slow. The action of it being that pace teases at his more base of needs and Invidia lets himself get lost in the sensation of it for a few seconds. Just enough for the other man to move to be standing taller above him and looking into his eyes.

       Just long enough to scramble his thoughts for a minute.

  His gaze searches Noel’s and he knows that he must be careful here. He’ll… be late…

   ..late…. For work…

    There’s a lot he could respond with; excuses he could make in either direction so that he could damn or save himself. Invidia knows better than to be late. He knows better than to taunt his own vices- especially in public spaces like this. He knows a lot of things but none of those things mean anything when he is under this type of heavy influence.

   “Kiss me again.” He reinstates as he looks into those familiar eyes. “Be good and I will too. I’ll go in right after.”

#{para;} Heavy Influence #;mpxnoel #{{ hit it in the morning: daily life }} #⛧ Tarot Card: The Hierophant #Type: Mr. Just Right #{{ thank you for waiting

[mpxinvidia]

“Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”

— Unknown

#-held too tightly- #;musings #{{ louder than bombs: found you #|| the most happy ||

[mpxinvidia]

“I am finding being alive fascinating so I’ll forgive you the act, but always hate the lies and trappings that followed.”

- Bella Baxter; Poor Things

#-held too tightly- #;musings #{{ louder than bombs: found you #|| the most happy || #Poor Things

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  He’s drunk. Absolutely and completely drunk and he knows it. That’s why he had wandered away from the group he was with in search of Noel. Well, he was in search of Noel but then the smell of food caught him. It’s not like he wanted to eat really- his stomach was a disaster zone- but he knew if he could just get a bit of bread in him at least it would help.

  Invidia makes his way toward the tent where the food smells were coming from. It’s a litany of light, sounds and smells and they should overwhelm the daylights out of him but at the moment it hardly matters. He just needs to sit down. Mercifully, there is a table with some space at the end that he deposits himself at. The people there merely smile at his lucid state of being, some of them right there along with him and the others just amused.

  I’m never pre-gaming a Dionysus rite again, Invidia thinks to himself before he puts his head down on the table. It’s only a minute before someone is trying to talk with him about something. 

   Tiredly and not thinking he murmurs, “I’m not working.” Then seems to realize what he says before lifting his head swiftly to make sure they hadn’t heard it. His head connects with the underside of their very full tray, doing nothing to displace the food on it but everything to clock himself on it.

   His hands go to his head and he use groans. But the mention of food is present so he tries again with a louder, “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.” He watches as the person sits down beside him.

Circus Treats

Open Starter

Jamison had been rather excited when he heard about a traveling circus coming to island, even more when it was related to the god of wine. From his studies, he knew much about the different pantheon's gods, and if there was any god to devise a fun event, he gave Dionysus credit. So when he arrived to the tents, he did not even have to think of which to go to. Obviously, the only answer was food!

By the time he had explored each stall within the dining tent, the demigod had a metal platter comically stacked with all types of yummy goodies from each pantheon. He had saved room all day, and he was finally about to satisfy that hunger. Looking around, he noticed a table with an empty spot to it. In such a packed hall, it seemed to be his best bet. Moving to them, he asked. "You savin' that seat? I'll pay you in some yakitori if I can have it!"

#{para;} Circus Treats #;mpxjamison #{{ hit it in the morning: daily life }} #mp; fates of fancy #type: potential

[mpxinvidia]

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    It was one of those nights.

    The thought of hanging out with all his friends at a party was too much even if he loved them dearly. The notion of seeing his lover had merit but he was in the mood to be in his own company for just a bit before surrendering to that. The appeal of going dancing or to a bar was simply not there tonight. His mind was listless as it went over too many things that happened recently and grappled with the feelings that they stirred up. 

    And so, without a word to anyone, he set his phone down at home, grabbed his keys and left. He didn’t bother with the car because it was very much something that would draw attention when he drove it around. Just a light coat over his sweater, his keys and a plan to wander until he found peace is what he took with him.

   Solace came in the form of a jungle gym a good ways away from his place, deeper into the city. It was void of people and with the protection of nightfall around him it’s sort of the perfect place to relinquish the worries of the day. Climbing up the side and then atop of the bars Invidia steadies himself before burying his hands in his pockets and tilting his head up at the stars above.

  Some time passes that he’s out there just thinking to himself before he shifts slightly to lower his head. From out of his pockets his keys fall to the ground. They’re loud in the silence of the night and it’s this commotion that alerts him to the other person approaching the space.

   “Uh, hi,” he says awkwardly, eyes looking from his keys to the other person ruefully. “I was thinking and it seems I didn't think to move my keys into the right pocket. Could you grab those for me?”

Nights are for Thinking (Closed)

( Taken by a new friend @mpxinvidia )

High places were difficult to find in town. At least, ones that are easy to get to anyways. It was a night that Dao felt a little out of tune with everything, a side he didn't really want to show to Taavi or Prince. He mused Lio probably could notice, even if he didn't want to show it but he really just wanted to have a little bit to himself.

His energy was a bit low after consistent happiness.

He loved the area, loved the friends he made, loved his reunion with Lio after so long had passed but there were moments where he just needed to be a little quieter. Needed to just... think, reflect. He hadn't really spent any time doing it lately with everything going on. He really wanted a good high place to just sit and watch the sky but given he didn't want Taavi to find him and worry about him, their rooftop hang out area was out of the question.

He hadn't been able to find any other neat high spaces to perch on so for the moment, he'd found a spot to sit on a jungle gym in a park a small ways away from the bakery.

He'd bundled up in his warmest coat and slipped out of the apartment with a note on his door letting Taavi know he was just taking a walk and he'd be back later while urging his friend to not worry. For the moment, he was alone as he wanted while looking up at the stars overhead and letting his thoughts wander.

In the midst of musing over his friends back home, wondering how they were doing and just... thinking, the demigod heard a noise and tilted his head a little bit to peer over his shoulder before looking around until he saw whoever made said noise. Briefly, he mourned the loss of his reflecting time before he spoke up.

"Hi? Another nightly thinker?" He asked aloud and looking towards the aforementioned person.

#{para;} Night Are For Thinking #;saengdaomp #{{ hit it in the morning: daily life }} #Type: New Friend #𖤐 New Shuffle: Deciding Tarot Card #{{ I FOUND IT! I was trying to find this for days!

[mpxinvidia]

#-held too tightly- #;musings #{{ louder than bombs: found you #|| the most happy || #keep your enemies closer

[mpxinvidia]

❛ DO US BOTH A FAVOR. STAY AWAY FROM MY NACHOS. ❜

𝑅𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓈 (𝓉𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈?) 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 [No Longer Accepting]

♮

Invidia drops the chip he had been scooping a generous amount of dip into the pocket of immediately. She was only playing with him but the volume of the words give him reason to pause and stop the action full on. For the briefest of seconds, something flashes over his pretty face; surprise, fear and finally indifference.

Then he looks at her and down at the chips before him before the realization of free will possesses him again.

“Do. Not. Shout. At. Me.” He says softly before he pushes the basket of chips, cheese and other toppings back toward her. He’s done eating and suddenly very done with being there. Calmly, as though that had not happened, Invidia stands to go. “Good night. I’ll text when I make it home.”

#|| sensory seeking: unravel me || #;replied to #;a sign of the times #{{ feel free to continue! #{{ this behavioral response will make an appearance again later #{{ he’s not mad he’s just protecting himself