@ethaer, philomene. ( starter call. )

"I've got a secret: I actually bought new furniture and sheets when I realized you wanted to see my home. Silly, right? I wanted it to be nice." Though, he knew they wouldn't really pay attention to any of it...

@ethaer said (inbox):

Philomene laughs softly, lips pressed to back of hand, cheeks red from warmth and drink. he wasn’t much of a drinker, rare he sipped more than wine, yet here he was, swaying softly, head resting boldly against Ozzy’s shoulder. “Ah..I’m having so much fun..! Thank you, for letting me tag along.”

     IT HAD BEEN SOME time since Ozymandias had enjoyed himself like this. It was easier to do in this era where none knew who he was and he appeared as but another person wandering the street. However, he was very particular about the company he kept, and being involved in a hidden 'war' certainly didn't leave much time for conversing with others. Philomene was an outlier in that equation; but he was a pleasant outlier. How comforting it was, to be able to simply speak to another like this without titles getting involved. He was not a king in this instance --  gladdened that he could cast such aside even if for the time being. Ah, yet how liberating that was. ❝You need not thank me, Philomene. Who else would I invite aside from you? There are none that instantly come to mind.❞ High praise once again to be given to the other, all of which was well-earned in Ozymandias' eyes. Was he being bias? Possibly. Maybe. Perhaps just a teeny, tiny bit---

     Laughing loudly, he made to pour himself more whiskey, tilting his head back a little to down the liquid with the ease one would water. ❝What a wonderful beverage! I had only ever enjoyed wine, and so this is rather new.❞ Falling quiet for a bit, he allowed that nice burn to linger in his throat for a bit before golden eyes shifted to the other, amusement gleaming within those bright depths. ❝Not much of a drinker, hm, Philomene? You will be down for the count if you drink any more, so I do not recommend having more.❞ Otherwise, Ozymandias would have to take him back to the residence he was staying until the poor man recovered, and how awkward that would be for his summoner. The thought entertained him just as much as seeing Philomene so different from how he usually was when they spoke.

❝ do you remember me ? ❞

❛         𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞   𝐒𝐮𝐧❟   𝑨   𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕   𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉      ❟      there   is   little   else   that   could   make   the   prince   forget   the   angel   come   down   from   grace   to   bless   his   dreams   from   blood-soaked   hell   and   darkness;   the   being   that   had   soothed   his   night   terrors   with   the   very   visage   of   the   moon   in   full   shine.   Beyond   the   bounds   of   his   mind,   he   paid   no   mind   to   faceless   demons   tormenting   him   in   the   night.   He   deserved   such   sorrows   as   the   devil   cast   down   in   repentance,   cursed   to   search   for   the   kindness   bestowed   him   from   divine   Providence   of   his   lovely,   lovely   angel   of   white.

❛   if   you   knew   how   I   searched   for   you   ...   ❜   he   began   to   speak,   icy   blue   hues   thawing   in   the   face   of   his   empassioned   utterances.   He   had   reached   for   this   one   without   thought   —   only   to   jar   himself   with   how   visceral   it   all   was,   his   desires   to   grab   and   shake   his   angel   for   the   very   belief   that   Ares   could   do   anything   but   remember   him.   He   could   never   forget   him!   He   straightened   himself   to   his   full   height   in   an   attempted   to   recover   his   sense.   He   could   not   scare   this   one   off   with   his   convictions.   Fingers   curled   one   over   another   in   tight   fist   with   the   stubborn   set   of   his   jaw   and   moved   to   press   tight   against   his   torso   —   a   reminder   to   keep   his   hands   under   control.

If   he   was   an   apparition   of   his   own   making,   he   would   dare   say   this   is   the   sweetest   torture   he   has   thought   for   myself   yet.   To   have   envisioned   the   kindness   and   beauty   of   an   angel,   who   flitters   and   flies   away   from   his   every   desperate   attempt   to   close   his   eyes,   to   dream   ...   his   gaze   has   not   left   Gods   eyes,   for   surely,   he   gifted   this   angel   everything   in   their   image   —   for   he   was   divine.   ❛   I   am   a   cruel   devil   made   for   naught   but   bloodshed   and   war;   there   is   no   honor   for   me,   ❜   you   must   be   punishment   for   my   misdeeds,   implied,   and   still,   there   is   the   tiniest   breaking   of   a   smile   from   him.

❛   I   had   thought   myself   unworthy   of   another   glimpse   of   you,   Philomene.   ❜

@ethaer

S.C ---> @ethaer​​

❛❛  Sorry, got a little thirsty. ❜❜ Adrian only muttered at first as he sat there in the dimly lit room at the dining table. His brows furrowed a bit as he wondered how let Philomene into his thoughts. He knew his partner would accept his confession, but even getting the words out was like torture for Adrian.

❛❛  Hey...you know how everyone was joking about kids and stuff earlier?  ❜❜ He asked, referring to the little dinner party they’d hosted that evening. He hoped it hadn’t been too noticeable, but there was a clear moment during that prior conversation where he had to excuse himself just to keep himself under control.

❛❛  I didn’t mean to come off like I’d never want any, but...it’s just...it’s hard for me. I know told you about Lucy, but I never told you about Amelie, huh?  ❜❜

@ethaer​ ; “  i don’t think there’s a person in the world who compares to you.  ” Philo to Haru

a loss for words, this lips don’t even part to even try to utter them. hands once occupied gently pouring a steaming tea, hearing as the liquid hits and fills the cup —— they halt, settling pristine tea pot down. he breathes, almost hesitantly, surprised expression remains etched upon facial features.  ‘ philo ... —— ’  haru utters, his posture straightening, and soon his dark hues finally place upon him. bright blonde hair, he catches his golden gaze through it.  ‘ your words ... i don’t deserve them. i —— i’m simply a businessman. a messenger. someone else's right—hand man. ’  yet, that didn’t mean haru didn’t care for those words any less. they seep through his skin and sink through into his bones. his heart warms —— a sensation of butterflies.  ‘ there are many more worthy of those words. believe me. ’  he speaks words with a light, weak chuckle. denial, he’s not sure why he feels this way when he knows he shouldn’t ... or doesn’t. one step after another, he approaches, reaching, taking a philomene’s hand in his as he remains stuck in a ponder —— no, he wants to tell him.  ‘ but, thank you. your words mean ... well, more than words can explain. ’

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@ethaer​​ | Philomene said . . .

He’s shaking, golden eyes peering up at the pouring heavens, split to bear it’s watery burden. Philomene sniffles softly, hood drawn over his head, waiting for the rain to let up in order to try returning home. “Oh, dear.” Raven murmurs, cheeks burning as he slinks down to sit on the porch of this unknown place. “Oh I’ve really done it this time..!” — for Kusuriuri!

     “ Oh? ” He had been content to watch the rain, to bask in the scent of the earth, the sound of the sky releasing its anguish. Where some saw only overcast skies and dark clouds, there were times when he knew that such dreary moments brought forth life and revitalization. But then again – Kusuriuri had made it to shelter before the rainfall began, cup of tea warm in his palms. Not all, it seemed, were quite so lucky.

     He was not alone, the medicine seller soon joined by another who was clearly soaked, appearance befitting that more of a drowned avian. They looked downright miserable. Calm slate gaze watched the stranger take refuge upon the porch before he too chose to announce himself through the simple manner of sliding the shoji door the rest of the way open. 

     “ How unfortunate, ” was the mild observation provided, glimpsing water stream from the now-useless hood the stranger possessed. But this building was not his own, the owners long since having abandoned it. It seemed to be a refuge for all who may be in need. “ Please – remove your shoes and come warm yourself inside. I’ve brewed some tea. ”

❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ from Philo

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . ( 18+ ) : accepting !

Kogami treats Philomene as if he’s delicate, and he worries about his own desires towards the other man. While he’s capable of restraint and very much content with the tender and wholesome forms of physical affection they’ve come to show each other, he’s drawn away a few times when he’s felt any urges to go any further. There’s no way that Philomene doesn’t see it, with Kogami being such a horrible liar ( after all, his body never could ) — but if he has a problem with it, Kogami would rather he say something about it.

Such a thing happens again one evening where Kogami has Philomene over in his home, kissing on his couch. Kogami has his arms wrapped around Philomene’s waist, pulling him into his lap, languishing tongue against tongue, and getting lost in what he could best describe as the smell and taste of pure sunlight itself as he held him so close: warm, inviting, and fresh as a summer breeze. Desire boils his body, and he moans hungrily into Philomene’s mouth; he’s hardening just under him, and the friction Philomene is creating by being so close to him isn’t helping. He wants to buck his hips up, grind into him—

As soon as Kogami realizes it, he eases out of a kiss as smoothly as he can, their lips yet connected by a thin string of saliva and panting.

“I’m — I have to go use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Kogami says evenly, and he reaches to lift @ethaer off of himself, but the other man keeps him pinned under him, legs around his waist and says,

❛ please touch me . ❜

He freezes where he is, his hands still at Philomene’s sides where he meant to set him back on the couch. Kogami meets his eyes, pushing his lust back to think straight.

“You’re sure?”

When he gets a yes, he feels flustered. Funny, since he’s always imagined having him in all manners that his imagination can think of. Still, he wants to be gentle. Still, he thinks Philomene delicate. He won’t be surprised if this is even his first time.

Kogami swallows, then nods.

“Tell me how you want me to touch you. If you want me inside you, you should at least let me get up to get my lubricant from my room.”

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G.od of War R.agnarok starters; accepting || @ethaer​

❝ your love of this place…i can feel it. anyone can. ❞ - from Philo!

     AH, PHILOMENE. IT WAS indeed fate that he had met the other once more, and in the same location at that. ❝It is peaceful,❞ he replied, eyes lingering upon the sparkling lake in front of him as ducks happily swam against its gentle waters. ❝In a way, it reminds me of home, a little.❞ Some lake in a park was nothing in comparison to the majesty and the vastness of the Nile River, but that didn’t make it any less beautiful. The sparkling waters as the sun reflected its light upon the surface was exactly the same as it would have been on any other body of water. That was their only connection. ❝It is amazing to me, that no matter where you go in the world, there is always something that you will bear witness to that will serve as a reminder of your home.❞ Ozymandias chuckled, his gaze now turning to look upon Philomene as he gently pat the spot beside himself on the grass. 

     ❝Come, sit with me, and tell me how your day has been. We have plenty of time, and what better place to speak than here?❞ Even though he had been summoned forth to fight in another’s stead, and although when the moon rose high in the sky and he would have to do battle with others similar to himself if they were brave enough to bare fangs in his direction, he could still have quiet moments like this one. There was something altogether comforting about that thought, as small as it was.

@ethaer​ said (inbox):

philomene  brushes  hair  from  his  face , blinking  sleepy  eyes  only  t  find  he  is  in  fact ,  not  mistaken ,  but  that  ozymandias  stood  before  him ,  statuesque  as  always .   "Ah,  well  you  certainly  are  a  sight  for  sore  eyes ,  my  friend.  i  should  have  known  i  wasn't  imagining  things -- how  have  you been?"

     ❝AH, IT IS YOU again. I did not think that we would meet once more under such random circumstances.❞ He had merely gone off to enjoy the pleasantness of the weather when he had spotted a familiar face. Truly he believed that Philomene would be another face in a crowd of people, seen, acknowledged, and yet in time, forgotten just as he too would be after a single meeting. Alas, it seemed it was fate for them to bump into one another again. That, or perhaps this particular location was just something thaty both took a liking to. That might have been more...accurate to think about than believing strings were being pulled from the shadows. ❝I have been well.❞ He grinned, hands slipping into his pockets. ❝What of you? Have your days treated you well, Philomene?❞

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 / 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

@sorrowmarked : blogwide mains.

@withgutsandglory : blogwide mains.

@yeonban : blogwide mains.

@achroanimus : makishima shogo, mortal nemesis. main.

@ungodli : blogwide mains.

@vtriol : thana caelus, romantic ship. main.

@valkyrrhic : takehiko, romantic ship. main.

@greenskirt : kagome higurashi, romantic ship. exclusive.

@kudakenai : yukako yamagishi, daughter figure. exclusive.

@cauterisen : kimiko tohomiko, sister figure. main.

@ethaer : philomene, romantic ship. main.

Starter ⮕ @ethaer​

It had been a while since Adrian had had one of his nightmares. As he finally managed to bring himself out of it and calm down a bit, he looked towards Philomene, seeming embarrassed to show that side of himself.

❛❛  I’m sorry...I’m sorry I thought I lost you, It really...God, it was just too much. I’m sorry...  ❜❜ He explained, his voice just barely above a whisper.

@ethaer​​   ♡’𝐝   𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐚  𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗. 

After Hours — The Weeknd for Philomene.

❛            𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞    𝐒𝐮𝐧❟    𝑨    𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕    𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉        ❟            and    it    is    punched    from    him    with    enough    force    to    leave    him    without    it    for    a    long    moment.    Summerset    tones    cast    broad    over    towering    monolith,    splitting    the    sky    asunder    in    the    peach    tones,    satin    soft    in    his    dreams.    beset    by    rays    of    light    cast    from    the    suns    in    eclipse    floating    around    him    like    satellites    to    the    center    of    a    larger    masses    gravity,    they    keep    him    aloft    before    this    tower’s    windows.    wind    sweeping    hair    into    his    eyes,    he’s    forced    to    smooth    it    from    sapphire    gaze    to    be    met    by    the    subject    of    his    loss    of    breath.    who    would    be    trapped    up    this    high    and    for    what    reason?    lips    burn    to    ask,    they    do.

there    is    pause    for    he    knows    this    is    in    his    dreams.    his    hands    were    not    stained    in    the    heaping    innards    of    his    enemies,    not    by    blood    nor    by    sword    oil;    they    were    clean,    and    this    in    itself    is    his    usual    tell    staring    back    at    him.    he    couldn’t    breath,    and    he    opened    his    mouth    to    speak,    only    for    blood    to    spill    from    them    instead.    One    look    down    and    all    he    sees    is    a    gaping    hole    in    his    chest,    he    can’t    collect    enough    of    his    breath    to    be    horrified.

and    as    all    his    dreams    start    —    peaceful,    they    are    cast    into    malevolent    red    light.    First    the    smell,    the    spires    of    his    own    kingdom    toppled    and    burning,    but    the    smell    is    flesh    beginning    to    cook,    to    boil.    he    thinks    to    cover    his    nose,    but    he    is    not    allowed    to    move.    He    must    smell,    he    must    witness,    he    must    listen    ...    to    the    screams    that    call    out    to    him    by    name    for    a    savior.    It    is    followed    by    contempt,    cries    asking    him    why    he    would    do    something    like    this.

                [            𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑    !!            ]

then,    there    was    silence.    he    was    fighting    for    his    life    and    all    he    oculd    do    was    stare    into    the    eyes    of    the    being    locked    in    his    tower.    reaching    out,    he    could    barely    gasp    out,    ❛    I’m    falling    in    too    deep    —    ❜    the    non-existent    floor    opened    up,

and    he    fell    into    the    darkness    cast    over    a    burning    city.

“Stay still. You’ve been wounded.” From Philo!

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡ — accepting !

“Please, it’s just a superficial wound, I can walk it off,” Kogami muttered, though he couldn’t move his arm without a sharp pain screaming back at him. What he doesn’t share about the superficial wound is that moments ago, he pulled the knife out and managed to stop the bleeding enough for him to try walking it off, but it reopened by the time he ran into Philomene.

Kogami winced when Philomene took his arm into his hands (though he’d only gingerly gripped him). Under ordinary circumstances, Kogami might have jerked his arm away, and insisted even harder that he was fine and take the matter of treatment into his own hands, but under these, when he’s vulnerable and has gone too far to show that he’s hindered by it; he knows putting up a resistance is only going to make this so much worse.

Kogami surrendered, relaxed his arm, and rolled his eyes.

“Would it make you laugh if I told you you look like the type to know how to treat wounds?” Kogami commented as Philomene unraveled his bandages. “If you’re worried about this, you should’ve seen the other guy.”

Worse yet, he grew delirious with an inclination for chattiness. Because of course, amidst his escape, he missed the fact that the knife cut more than a muscle. He turned his head away.

“—Do what you will.”

@ethaer — Philomene <3

relationship building; no longer accepting || @ethaer​

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Philomene:

Sometimes Ozy likes to talk to Philomene about art, although he admits that isn't a subject that he knows too well. After all, art in his era was all pretty much 'samey' in appearance with very little to no deviation that can really be discerned. And so when he looks at what people in the eras that past created, he is fascinated by it. Not because he holds theirs at a standard above what he knew, but merely because the differences is what attracts him the most. How incredible humanity is with all their creativity! He finds it all quite beautiful.

Kazuha:

Sometimes he finds him quite exhausting, but if the other starts to talk too much and boast more than he cares to listen to, he tries to find ways to silence them be it a scratch behind the ear or placing the topic onto something that distracts and forces the other to talk about something else instead. The times that they do talk about interesting things is nice, however. After all, he has never met anyone quite like them before. How could he not be curious to know how their mind works outside of the superficial?

Kaiera:

As someone who didn't have a chance to meet royalty like himself in life outside of an occasional letter or message sent here and there, he does enjoy listening to what the other has to share about their planet and their culture. As a result, Ozy has very little issue with sharing things in return. He's fascinated by what lies out beyond the stars, believing for a long time like many in the past, that there was just them, the gods, and nothing else. Never did he ever dream that there were other planets with other lifeforms with their own deities too. Ozy assumed that all aliens looked like the ones he saw on television---

@ethaer​ asked: “Please don’t leave me.” Philo to Adrian 🥺 

SEND ‘PLEASE DON’T LEAVE’ FOR MY MUSES REACTION

that sentence alone, immediately had Adrian stop in his tracks. As if he would have kept walking otherwise. But he couldn’t help but study the other with knitted brows. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but the request sent a jolt through his heart.

❛❛  Don’t leave you?  ❜❜ He muttered, mostly to himself. A job was a job. This was Philomene. He approached slowly, taking his partner’s hand in his once he made it back.

❛❛  Philo...I’ll...I’ll stay. Look, if it’s you or work, I’ll choose you, no contest, but...Are you alright? Did something happen?  ❜❜