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deathsheretic.bsky.social
“Why are you being such a hater right now?”
gothicflorals.bsky.social
Singing in the palace living room pointing to @deathsheretic.bsky.social .

"Evil as plain as the scar on his face!"
deathsheretic.bsky.social
With her hand in his, the earth opened up beneath them, a clear path descending downward into the depths of the underworld.
gothicflorals.bsky.social
She slowly took his hand.

“How are we going to get there?”

She looked up at his face and into his coal dark eyes. She was curious.
deathsheretic.bsky.social
His expression remained deadpan, but he was feeling comfortable and glad to see her.

Offering his hand as an invite once more.

“Shall we?” He invited.
deathsheretic.bsky.social
/: I gotta think before I post LOL
deathsheretic.bsky.social
His eyes remain trained on her circling form, akin to a shark's hunting pattern. Even with her paused behind him, he remained hyperaware of her presence.

"I suppose I should thank you for that compliment, Aphrodite."
deathsheretic.bsky.social
"Aw fuck, I can't believe you've done this."
deathsheretic.bsky.social
AGGRESSIVELY KISSES HIS FACE
deathsheretic.bsky.social
Gazing down at his black top and then back at her, he chuckled softly.

“It’s just something easy to wear while training.”
deathsheretic.bsky.social
“Of course that doesn’t bother me, I do adore you.” He reassured her, placing his hands over top of hers affectionately.
gothicflorals.bsky.social
"I find myself wanting to be near you. Does that bother you?"

She stroke along the side of his head looking into his eyes.
deathsheretic.bsky.social
Pressing his face into her hands.

“Any reason for this?”
deathsheretic.bsky.social
She was quite the lovely sight. He did find his gaze lingering a moment, but was soon redirected to the alcohol swirling in the glass.

Clutching it in his large grip, he nodded in her direction.

“I will give my opinion.” The God agreed, lifting the glass to his lips.
springswrath.bsky.social
"Sure thing!"

She gave him a sweet and radiant smile before pouring his drink. Every movement was graceful, hazel eyes sparkling in the low light as she slid the glass to him.

"Let me know how you like it."

Other patrons pulled her attention now, and drinks needed refills.
deathsheretic.bsky.social
A soft hum rumbled in his chest, ceasing the incessant tapping.

“How about that whisky?” He responded, his coal black optics flickering over her face.
deathsheretic.bsky.social
Onyx optics scan over the Goddess in confusion.

“Hello…”
deathsheretic.bsky.social
A soft hum rumbled in his chest, ceasing the incessant tapping.

“How about that whisky?” He responded, his coal black optics flickering over her face.
springswrath.bsky.social
"Well, if you like whiskey, I have a house specialty. Ambrosia whiskey, made by me. Or if you prefer wine, I currently have pomegranate wine."

Something about him seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
deathsheretic.bsky.social
Such places were not something he frequented. Although, it would be a lie to say he was not gravitated there that evening.

Stepping into the warmth, his grace and form settled before the bar counter.

“Whatever you would recommend.” He replied back, tapping fingertips against the polished top.
deathsheretic.bsky.social
When it’s springtime and your wife leaves you.
deathsheretic.bsky.social
His expression remained deadpan, but he was feeling comfortable and glad to see her.

Offering his hand as an invite once more.

“Shall we?” He invited.
gothicflorals.bsky.social
- been watching her like a hawk all day. It wasn't until she was fast asleep that she could finally pack some things and leave.
deathsheretic.bsky.social
“What are you on about?”
deathsheretic.bsky.social
Such places were not something he frequented. Although, it would be a lie to say he was not gravitated there that evening.

Stepping into the warmth, his grace and form settled before the bar counter.

“Whatever you would recommend.” He replied back, tapping fingertips against the polished top.
springswrath.bsky.social
The speakeasy was busy tonight, groups of nymphs, demi-gods, and a few satyrs milling about and drinking as they enjoyed the live music.

The goddess smiled as a newcomer approached the bar, her smile bright and radiant as spring itself.

"What can I get you?"

@deathsheretic.bsky.social
deathsheretic.bsky.social
/: Me & my cringe writing against the world 😔✊