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even after all these days.
( ur. ) ) & I still love her.
she stopped at his words, would have halted even if he had not grabbed her wrist. looking at him, numbly seeing the unshed tears in his eyes, she sighed deeply before she twisted her wrist around so that she was holding his as well while she briefly contemplated his words. she had never thought herself to be particularly merciful and she did not think that she was being kind right now either, even though it had to look like that, no? that she was soft, that she was gentle. she really was not. however … people tended to consider her a paragon of goodness, put her on a pedestal and tore away all that had ever made her human.
❛ you aren’t the same, not to me, ❜ she said with a tired shrug as her free hand reached for the side of his face. there were things she could say, things that would be just as true as they would be hurtful — and she did not want to go down that path, did not want to fall to such lows. she could not let bitterness poison her, the way it had poisoned so many others.she could not become her father. so the truth would be hers, and she would wield it the way she always had — as weapon, as shield. and as far as she was concerned, something had changed him. or maybe, her view on him was different now and she saw angles she had not seen before. it made no difference.
standing in front of him, she pressed her thumb against his cheek as dark eyes continued to rest on his face — allowing neither of them to look away, to break eye contact. this, she supposed, was something a good person would hardly do, but she had never claimed to be a saint in the first place. ❛ you left me. and i can’t deny that it hurt me, ❜ she said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
because at the time, she had not thought that he could do this to her, had been naive enough to think that he loved her enough to not hurt her. but she had not been able to hate him, at least not really. she had been able to fool herself into thinking that she loathed him, that she was done with him, but this had been nothing but anger being a blindfold.
❛ it was — really, really hard, silver. ❜ she had never admitted to the hardship, had always hid it behind fractured smiles and excuses like others have it worse, but the truth was demanding to be revealed, now, and she was too tired to twist it into something softer, had to accept the truth’s sharp blade. where once, she might have been able to bury the truth, she was now watching how something she had buried alive was kicking up the dirt to crawl out of its unmarked grave. ❛ you didn’t just break my heart, you weren’t there when it was shattered. and i still don’t know… ❜
HOLDING ONTO HER WRIST, he felt his body give in to his emotions. He was shaking. All those years keeping everything buried inside him didn’t do him any good. And now facing reality, his emotions encountered oscillations. His act fragmented the moment his composure was needed the most. It’s all those years of holding back the tears and the anger was for nothing. But his wife has always been able to break in various ways, even without she was never aspiring to do so. Maybe he was just weak.
HE COULD FEEL HER FINDERS gazing his features and closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Yes, he was weak. Definitely. But he felt safe showing his imperfections in front of her. Always. And maybe it was time to take the burden off his shoulder. The moment he closed his eyes and began to relax with a tear running down his cheek might have been the instant all his walls, which he had built throughout the years, broke.
‘ i loved you.. ‘
THE SLIGHT WHISPER ESCAPED HIS SOUL and marked this day to be the day he fell for the sweet cogitation of forgiveness and happiness.
‘ i love you. i love you still. i have always loved you. ‘
‘ i did everything to protect you. both of you. ‘
INDIRECTLY MENTION THEIR DAUGHTER, Silver averted his glance, his head sinking in shame as her hand stayed on his face.
PROTECT THEM.
Would she see it the same way he did? Would she believe him that he felt for their own good, though, that didn’t do anything to save her from turning into ice or Ultear from the council’s magical scientists who had seen her as nothing but a demonic hybrid? Would she understand the circumstance he was in? The risk he would have taken onto him if he had decided to stay after receiving a warning?
‘ i never meant to hurt you, that was the least thing i was aiming for. but it was either i leave or i stay and dare to question their capability of doing you any harm. ‘
HE COULD HEAR IT IN HER TONE, he did leave a big mark behind that would be forever caved in her heart. He never meant to. It would have been so much easier for the both of them if she had shown that she never cared. That she was done with him. But by her furious action earlier she had demonstrated how much she has suffered mentally. And now she was giving him hope by caressing his cheek. A gesture simple as that...
...Who'd have thought that this could break a demon.
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[/puts her ICE COLD hands against his neck]
FEELING A SHIVER ran down his spine because of her ice cold hands, his body reacted by trying to lean forward as far as possible. For someone who possessed the ability to form ice magic, he had never been able to overcome the feeling of experiencing cold. His lover was completely aware of that. She had once attempted to help with that inconvenience, similar to what she taught the stray boys whom she had picked up while shopping. He could recall quite well how much cold sweat he had wasted and the loud whining he had exposed her to, which had convinced her to label her husband a lost case in that matter of training. It was quite an embarrassing matter if you’d consider that even kids had survived this training. But as much as he had hated it, spending time together even during unbearable circumstances was enjoyable nevertheless. Maybe, he had even exaggerated on his suffering just to see her laugh at his childish act.
SLOWLY BUT SURELY he began getting used to her hands. It was in a way inexplicable why his body reacted as it did. He was sitting outside the house which nothing on besides pants and a thin t-shirt. This cool season was slowly dying out, laggardly being replaced by spring, but the cold weather was still occupying the villages in the north. Maybe instead of the chilliness, it was the tender touch on his neck which he had trouble getting used to. It’s been a long time since he had felt anything remotely caring.
BREATHING IN THE COOL WINTER BREEZE that would vanish in nothing more than a few weeks, his chest heaved. There was a slight smile appearing on his scarred features. His countenance was ornamented with physical scars, but if you’d look closely you could recognize his fatigued eyes, gloomy eyebags, and greying hair too, which he could change with a small snap of his fingers. Though, he refused to do so, because those scars showed how he grew as a person through the years he drowned himself in hatred and sorrow and how he had overcome that pitiful life.
‘ were you unable to sleep? ‘
KEEPING HIS EYES ON THE MOUNTAINS, Silver lay his hands on top of hers on his nape, caressing her knuckles with his thumbs. It was a small gesture, not as over the top as he used to be before his choice. Back then he would have swept her off her feet and cuddled till it was late in the evening and their stomachs demanded food. But a lot has happened since then and they were slowly healing and approaching their old habits. But there was still a lot to overcome. A lot to talk about.
‘ the one big thing that hasn’t remotely changed about you, is the fact that your hands are as always cold. ‘
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( xavia ) & suddenly transformed into a lost idiot
at least this time she had some warning before he arrived, having heard that the icelandic football team was in town for an exhibition match. besides, it had been years since catalina (xavia, he probably knew her best) had seen her father. normally she would have left town, possibly gone off to find one of her fellow fates — sors was always good for some fun — and waited him out. but right now, she was bitter.
running into her mother left and right left her that way, and he was one of the only beings who couldn’t judge her for the anger she held for rixa.
“deinos, it’s been… some time…” how long would it be, catalina wondered, until she would regret even approaching the war god. perhaps she still had time to escape to her shop and try and lock him out…
ENTERING HER LITTLE SHOP, Deinos was even more surprised that the stories he had heard were actually the whole truth. Before appearing here, he was enjoying his time at Cassy’s who had told him about their daughter and her usage of her power to scam mortals and make a living out of this. To say that he was surprised would be an understatement. Of course, their daughter had always been kind of special and he knew that and accepted that for they were to blame for it or if you'd only ask him only, he was to blame. But he had always seen her as the better version of himself. It was understandable that she might not have wanted to see him and that was ok. Either way, he had never expected her to go this far, though, it was somewhat smart and made him proud in a way.
LOOKING AT THE CEILING AND AROUND HIMSELF, using his whole body, being as dramatic as always, he began to grin. No way in hell or heaven could he be considered a responsible and good parent, but he loved his daughter and would instantly die for her no question asked (if he could) which was considered unique in the god business. Only humans dared to utter such cheesy crap. And maybe Deinos was a little more human (or wanted to be) than they are supposed to be.
‘ it indeed has been some time, this work-place of yours...it’s not as witchy as i expected it to be, dumpling. ‘
WHEN HE HAD HAD ENOUGH OF ADMIRING THE WITCH'S COTTAGE, he sat down and made it comfortable for himself. His grin was still visible and for everyone to see. Everyone could probably see by his face, but he was happy to see her. He was no way in Tartarus or Elysium the best father, but he was always ready to show through small (annoying) gestures that he cared for her a lot more than any godly parent should.
‘ well, sweetheart, how about you tell me something about my hidden desires and future, i’ll even pay. ‘
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( cassy ) & we are NOT siblings.
the last time cassida had tried to argue with the fact that she did love silver, still and quite likely forever, arden had laughed so hard that she had nearly chocked on her ambrosia. and because the war goddess would prefer not to be a risk for the safety of her — allied gods, she had not dabbled in denial since. which did not mean that she was willing to admit out loud. she knew enough about strategy to know the value of this particular information.
so she slightly rolled her eyes before she took another bite of her meal. yes, she knew that he had always been excellent at making time for what he considered deserving of it. they were both like that, stubborn and very accustomed to doing what they wanted, what they considered to be just, even if others did not agree with that assessment. when they had been younger, she had often considered her maps more important than council meetings. something that was no longer the case now as the council was widely resting on her shoulders, but that did not mean that she had not found other outlets to do as she pleased.
her fingers — the very same fingers he had touched earlier, the contact too long to have been unintentional — were still feeling weird, as if she had touched a live wire. maybe it was because she had avoided direct contact with other gods for so long, maybe it was because she had not seen him in years. whatever it was, it did not matter, she decided as she flexed her fingers and twirled her fork between her other fingers. ❛ i do know you, yes, ❜ she said calmly as the weird feeling slowly faded from her hand. ❛ well enough, in fact, to know that you’re smarter than to take my weapons without asking me first. ❜
most of her threats were empty, these days, because keeping those promises would be more trouble than it was worth, but she would never let anyone steal from her. not just because her weapons were divine and thus not meant for mortal ( or anyone else’s ) hands. the destruction they could cause, if handled badly, was nothing she wanted on her conscience, not after all the things that had already happened and demanded their price. she had lost too much already to be able to afford more losses on top of it all, and she had always known how to protect her interests.
❛ oh, i don’t know, ❜ she said lightly as she leaned back in her chair, dark eyes gleaming at him while a slight frown ghosted over her face. ❛ maybe when you stop calling me cassy? or maybe when you actually terrify me? ❜
knowing him, the latter was more likely, she supposed. whatever gods were made of, they had been forged in similar fires, shared similar souls — and terrifying others was typically considerably easier than adjusting own behaviourisms. but she had never been afraid of him, not really. she had been afraid for him, many times, because despite all they had ever conquered over the course of their long lives, the first thing he had ever seized had been her heart. she had a ridiculously soft spot for him, the kind of soft spot most people would deem her incapable of.
she knew that the way they remembered his days as silver was different. she remembered other things than he did, probably better things, too, she supposed. but — she had always been bad at growing used to new names, especially when she had not changed hers in a very long time. and maybe that was what kept her from just agreeing to his wish —– they had always come as a matching set, and once upon a time, it had been silver and cassida, just like it had been oxys and rixa at the beginning. if he was deinos, now, she was not sure who she would have to be to continue to match … and she had never liked it when she did not know how to proceed.
❛ —how long do you plan on staying in town? ❜
and, knowing him, in her apartment. she knew him, after all, and while she was doubtful that he had come to town specifically to see her, it was unlikely that he would miss out on the opportunity to get under her skin.
SITTING UP STRAIGHT, he began actually admiring and mentally applauding himself on remembering all the weapons lazying around in her apartment. He certainly was evocatived by the ones she used on him and recalled the ones she wasn't able to use but has brought along to their battles. He noticed a few sharp things which weren't ringing any bell. Some new additions, he assumed, though, he wondered why she'd do such a thing. Probably a hobby. All he knows was that if he dared to keep every weapon he owned and added to his collection out of a drunken experience, he'd be losing his mind and would be unable to sleep in his own home. They'd trigger many buried and unwanted urges. Maybe she was just stronger than him and knew how to keep herself in check.
‘ terrify you, huh,
i’d rather charm you with my attitude instead. ‘
& make you remember my name, using different ways.
AT HIS OWN THOUGHT, he looked straight into her eyes, holding eye contact as he put on his well-known (for poor ol' Cassy) and pesky smirk, cut himself a piece of his cake and savored every bite of his chocolate cake. That's what he called charming, being plainly annoying, but in a way cute.
‘ i’m not too sure myself, but definetily til i won’t be able to endure it here. here are too many of us for my liking. ‘
SILVER WAS NEVER A SOMEONE who enjoyed to have much company. Attention? Sure. He was all for people admiring him and showering him with his well-deserved spotlight. But he didn't consider the prying eyes of his fellow colleagues to be approximately favorable for him (though, it was Deinos himself who oftentimes acted nosy and annoying towards them). But the war god has lately become known (at least, in recent years) for his disinterest in any war-related occurrence and has separated himself from his duty as a god. He has separated from Cassida, whom he had been together with since their birth covered in ashes. And maybe many observed his change of character as good and were curious about this sudden change and disappearance. But people often forgot for Deinos was competitive and unlike other's he had little self-control over himself sometimes. He was blood-thirsty, there was no denying in that, and seeing Cassida or even any other God brought those feelings of the desire of being a warrior back again. He didn’t know whether his other half knew about this and felt the same (he was certain she did), but for her he’d endure long enough even if that meant that he’d have to lock himself up for weeks after that.
‘ i was thinking about visiting xavia later this day, i’d like to see her again. ‘
DEINOS WOULDN'T CONSIDER HIMSELF TO BE FATHER OF THE YEAR or century even, for all things good, he would still argue with people and call himself unqualified to be a father (as much as he wished that he had been). But in the end, he was a father and had a daughter whom he cared for a whole lot. Maybe he wasn't a great father figure and was over the top sometimes to make up for all the years he might have failed her, but he always made sure to come and visit.
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He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.
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even after all these days.
( ur ) & I still love her.
was she happy that he was back or was she able to be angry at him for ever leaving in the first place? usually, she would have thought that her anger was strong enough to shield her from the love that had been hurt so badly, but the hurt had been long ago and her anger had never been of the lasting sort, had always been quick to grow and quick to pass, too. she had wanted to cling to her anger for a little longer, but years had passed and she had lost so much more, had suffered fates far worse than heartbreak and betrayal. she had died, she had come back to life — more than once. because there was no one who could say that all of her survived when ultear had not.
no one could say that the empty grave did not hold TWO dead people.
❛ boundaries are important. respecting others is important, too. ❜
a mostly empty phrase, something she had said and repeated too many times to count. maybe she had blinded herself on purpose, had not wanted to see what others were capable of. maybe she had taken her desire to be better than others a little too far, maybe she had set herself up to be a martyr long before the council had offered her a halo. maybe all of this did not matter because at the end of the day, she would never change enough to get rid of this side of her. she had never chosen this life for herself, had never earned the fate of being the softest thing winter had ever crafted, but there she was, looking at the man she had loved too much, once, and struggling with the realisation that maybe, she loved him too much, still.
and that might very well be the most painful part, right now.
❛ you’ll never change, will you? not really, at least? ❜ she asked with a sigh as she took a step into his direction, wondering if this was the moment when she sealed her fate all over again. it was a rhetorical question — everyone knew that the one thing that was constant was the fact that nothing ever stayed the same — but that was not the point. because whether or not he had changed, she had apparently changed too little to be able to shut him out. once upon a time, she had wondered what would happen if he would ever return. she had been lonely, she had been shattered — she had lost herself in thoughts that had been nothing but theoretical approaches to a question she had always known the answer to.
the one truth, she had never been able to erase was that she had loved him — but that had only ever been half of it. the far more painful truth had been that she had known, always, that he loved her too, and this had made everything so much worse for her. that was what she could not forget, not now, not ever. that despite loving her, he had been able to hurt her so badly, that he had been able to leave her alone with the agony of having lost ultear.
but maybe, maybe silver, being the same was something she had always relied on, even when she had hated it. she was winter-boned and the coldest season had never been one of change, merely one that prepared the world for new beginning. and — if she would ever learn to fully forgive, she knew that there might be new beginnings. because that was the kind of person she was, the kind of person who was too stubborn to move on.
❛ sit down. ❜ she sounded tired, maybe even defeated. ❛ i’ll get the band-aids. not that it means you’re forgiven. or ever will be. ❜
RESPECTING SOMEONE WAS ONE THING, actually deserving an answer for his actions another. He should be thankful for all she was willing to do in order to respect him. He deserved to be screamed at. Deserved more than just a punch in the face that would heal in just a day. & yet she invited him into her house and demonstrated kindness in all possible ways. Maybe it had been the right choice to stay instead of leaving again --- So what? Maybe he was behaving selfishly by staying up the whole night in front of their once shared home. Hope was something every human possessed and although he considered himself a monster, he was still human. There were still some hopeful thoughts in him. Maybe she wasn't willing to forget, but to forgive. Maybe this moment that reminded him of their past, this moment of intimacy, was in a way a new starting point for them both. A new beginning.
‘ i begin to think that i’ve always been that way somehow, there’s so much you don’t know about me that is bad. i have always held back on the truth, so i don’t think i ever have or will change ‘
IT'S BEEN SO LONG, of course in a way he has also changed. He was just unwilling to acknowledge the fact because he feared that he changed for the worst. Silver had never been someone who could be considered good, though one could argue that the word good had all kinds of definitions. Could his action of leaving be looked upon as good? The fact that he had chosen fear over a happy life with his family, could that be viewed as a good measure for his family's security or would some see it as an act of divorce and fading love, like their daughter had? It all depends on the eye of the beholder. It wasn’t all black and white, but Silver had had enough time to overthink his actions and find everything bad with the choice he had decided to go through with years ago.
WHILE SITTING DOWN ON THE COUCH which brought back many shared memories, be it happy or blue, his emotions came over him, as did his actions. Without giving it a second thought, he grabbed her arm, not too rough but also not as gentle as a lover would. His eyes began to collect tears, which resulted in them becoming glassy. His whole expression seemed desperate and there have only been few times when he exhibited his uncontrolled visage. He hadn’t even noticed the loss of control for his face until he realized the tense feeling of tight skin. ONLY AS IT HAD BEEN TOO LATE ALREADY, he began to realize what he was doing and the words were already escaping his traitorous mouth.
‘ why are you so kind to me, i left you, ur. i have done wrong by you. ‘
please forgive me.
( ultear. ) & she CAN’T ever know
A casual shrug would be given at the declaration of being unable to prevent some things from occurring. Of course, but Ultear had learned long ago to plan for every possible outcome, and to be prepared to face whatever happened. It was how she had managed to make it out on her own after she had destroyed the facility, how she had become one of the most dangerous mages in Fiore. How she had infiltrated, manipulated, and ultimately destroyed the Magic Council so thoroughly.
She was the Witch of Time, and as such was more than what people thought.
Still, the knowledge that he was the only demon left was news that she had needed. The Balam Alliance was well and truly gone now, it seemed, considering that the Oración Seis were either locked up or running around with her former pawn. Grimoire Heart was… Well, out of the question. And now Tartaros had been brought down. A pity really, they had all been a useful source for information on Zeref…
Not that they knew her true motives for wanting to get closer to the Dark Mage, of course, but Ultear was nothing if not secretive. She had learned to keep secrets from Hades, from a man who managed to keep so many things quiet from even her. But she had learned not to trust before meeting him, a lesson taught to her by her own mother.
“I suppose not,” she responded, smiling mask firmly in place. Considering that she had always expected Grimoire Heart to fall as well, she really couldn’t blame him for the same belief. “Still, it’s almost a pity… The greatest alliance of dark guilds in history, brought down by… one guild really? Really says something about us, wouldn’t you say Silver?”
HE WAS EXHAUSTED AND WORN OUT. Not by the fight he had fled earlier, but rather his current mental state. He has been alive for over 400 years, seen so much, fought all kinds of demons within him. Dealt with the loss of his only family, his best friend. Back then, he believed, his death had been the hardest time of his endless life — but on second thought it’s clear that his current life is becoming unbearable for him. Back then he was ignorant and naive. Stupid enough to believe Zeref's convincing and heavenly lies. Lies which filled him with hope of a revival of his friend if only he was willing to become this kid's warrior. It's laughable how a kid, many years younger than him, manipulated him into becoming a monster and subject of the now old and infamous wizard Zeref. He snorted, remembering his stupid and easy past, and sat down crosslegged.
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASIER if only he had just lived an ordinary human life and had died when death was supposed to fetch him.
‘ child, by all means, don’t compare me to my lost comrades. it is quite insulting. ‘
SEEING THE AMUSED EXPRESSION OF HIS FLESH AND BLOOD, he looked down. He couldn't stand seeing her like this. All that's left of Ur, the only thing worth living for: his daughter. It wasn't his place for judge her actions. Who was he to teach her what's right and what is wrong? Just a few hours ago, he had done wrong by his deceased wife, yet again. He had no right and nonetheless the strong desire to correct his failures. Tell her he is her father and help her forgive her mother. If it means that she'd hate him instead, so be it. Hatred he could handle if that meant that he, for once in his life, does something right again.
‘ please, don’t take it seriously, but i still can’t wrap my head around why you keep cooperating with dark guilds. what is your ambition? ‘
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( Cassy. ) & we are NOT siblings.
she nearly laughed as she shook her head at his words. silver was one of a kind, someone who was impossible to imitate ( or to replace ). and though she did not always feel capable of being in his presence for an infinite amount of time, she typically enjoyed the time they spent together. there was no one else could exist in her company as well as he could, and she much preferred not to be alone when it was possible. however, they both had the unfortunate habit to take breaks. however, they also shared the habit to come back,sooner or later.
❛ how can it be that you had the time to watch shows and become popular while i languished in this city, dealing with mortals all days? that’s cruel injustice. oh, and —— your queen commands that you put her weapons away before someone gets hurt. ❜
it was not her usual style to play along with his games, but she remembered how many weapons were currently scattered all over her apartment, gathering especially near the couch as this was where she usually could be found in nights when sleep could not be found, cleaning the tools that had once made her name famous in old times. and while her sword could not be moved by him ( or anyone else who was not HER ), she would prefer to have at least the spear and some of the arrows out of the way by the time she brought over the food. he was LUCKY as one of her colleagues had insisted that she would take some of the birthday cake.
apparently, she was looking too pale and skinny as of late.
balancing two plates in one hand, a water bottle tucked under the arm and the free hand reaching for her last bottle of nectar, sighing inwardly. she was running low on both nectar and ambrosia, making it obvious that she would have to give up her current HOME to gods tasked with ensuring everyone, even those in the mortals’ world, received what it took to sustain them. and as a goddess of war, cassida had always required far more of this than others. especially now, in times of a world set on fire when it took every bit of focus she had to stay away from the ongoing wars.
❛ —your cake, silver, ❜ she said as she placed the dessert in front of him, dropping off both bottles as well before she used her little finger to nudge her legendary sword into her own direction. ❛ and football? why does this fail to surprise me? ❜ she asked with a sigh as she sat down on her chair, stabbing her fork into her salad.
‘ I have always been good at finding time for my interests, you of all people should know best. ‘
She, indeed, should know best. After all, it has always been them together ever since they were put in this world for their only purpose and responsibility to be war. But Deinos had never been someone who followed the rules immediately. As much as his blood-seeking body fought against his unwillingly mind, whenever he declined his involvement in a battle, he refused to give in to his desire. He had no clue if she had to fight the same urges since their creation was identical, but for him, his hobbies have always been something to keep him calm & concentrated on the task. Even back then, when the world was drowned by battles and wars, there had been times when he still found time to keep himself busy & away from the battlefield. He feared for an age to come where he’d hate war as much as he did now. Back then, he feared for today.
‘ do not worry, I’m not interested in your playthings. I pity the person that ever dared to enter your home, though. ‘
Feeling at home, he spread his legs on the couch he was currently occupying with his rather big body & took the plate she was offering, brushing their fingers together for a little longer than necessary. He was someone who liked to imply suggestions through small gestures. He was, after all, quite a charmer who’d make any small & fond action become something meaningful.
Nodding slowly, he indicated his gratitude for the sweet pastry, eyeing his own body. For someone who ate a lot of sweets & anything that had an inhuman amount of sugar in it, he had a rather attractive body which many people would confirm (Cassy especially). One could say, that he had a godlike body. A body which couldn’t be achieved by humans because he was made to be a god, which also meant he had to look godlike. & anyways, Deinos was a huge supporter of all body shapes & a positive body image.
‘ & when are you ever going to finally call me by my real name, silver makes my cringe. ‘
Silver. The name he had addressed himself with a long time ago, kept many memories that he'd prefer to repress. He would never say it out loud, forbid the gods, but there are things which he did in the past that he would reluctantly be reminded of. For instance, when he arrived too late in a decisive battle and the war had long since passed and Cassy, who didn’t even consider waiting for him, won. A tremendous disgrace for someone who is supposed to be a god. But the bed was indeed really comfortable so people shouldn’t judge him by any means.
Howsoever, there were important reasons why he actually changed his name to Deinos. First of all, it was a pretty badass name which meant destruction, wrath and all the traits a war god should have. Oh, how much he loved the greek language, you could find a word for anything and it'd sound cool. The other reason would be the associations he recalled whenever the name was mentioned. But he’d rather not tell her the truth and just stick with lies, therein he was the best anyways.
#█ ▌ ▐ ‘ ♘ ’ ∶ ( s )#█ ▌▐ ‘♘’ ∶ ( fidelii. )#fidelii#v; of the same kind. ( & WE ARE NOT 𝓪𝓵𝓵 RELATED TO EACH OTHER. )#otp: two warriors ( & bitter 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 of ᴡᴀʀ. )#( im not that satisfied with this reply. )#( but i probably wouldnt have been with any but the one that got deleted by tumblr yesterday. )#( anyways here u go fam. )#( deinos being the player we all love. )
deceitfulheart: are you going to, oh i dunno, /tell me/ that i'm your daughter anytime soon?
daughter who? i only know a shitty son who has -15 character development.
