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God of Death
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 14, 2014 0:15:56 GMT
Pregnant? Please let Raphael be pregnant. Mirun had been trying for months now and was even sure to make sure all the alcohol was removed from both his temple and Raphael's, and that all the cigarettes were destroyed. He was currently throwing the other packages into the ocean, before going back inside to look for his lover. For some reason, Mirun had become obsessed with the thought of having children, especially with the love of his life. It was just a craving he had. Even though he was Death and his job was to kill things, he felt like he wanted someone to carry on that legacy for him, or at least Raphael's legacy once fate was cruel to one or both of them. After all, no one lived forever. Not even Gods. Darting around the temple, which was a lot better kept than his (maybe Raphael still had worshipers that actually prayed to him, unlike Mirun). He whined in distress when he couldn't find his love, and began to fidget with everything he came across in his search. Mozart, who had taken to being a Tigrex, wandered slowly behind him, only going down passage ways he was big enough to fit in. Mirun, frustrated and worried, finally called out, "Oi! Raphie? Sweetheart!" He hoped Raphael was home. It had been a few weeks since their last... night, and if Raphael was pregnant, then there should be some changes, right? -- Raphael Deluna |
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
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Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 14, 2014 1:17:02 GMT
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do --
 Raphael liked it here; it may sound sort of selfish, but he liked being a god. He cared for his temple almost religiously, carefully cultivated the plant life around it, and was a helping hand to every creature this place had to offer, big and small. Oh, sure, the powers were cool- he was still working on his fear of heights but once he got over it he was going to fly, Saggezza would see- but it was the laid-back, peaceful atmosphere that he adored. The fact that he hadn't aged in who knew how long and didn't seem to be able to get sick was just a bonus, you know.
Except for that, well, he seemed to be sick. He'd felt pretty woozy when he'd gotten up that morning, though he hadn't thought terribly much of it. He had been training pretty hard yesterday- perhaps he'd simply overworked himself, it was nothing to worry about. Besides, the feeling had passed, and so he'd felt perfectly confident in wandering outside to one of his many gardens, in the temple's backyard of sorts. His pets were scattered around the general vicinity, and the wandering Realm of the Gods was quite possibly the safest place in the universe, so he hadn't given the episode a second thought, thinking himself perfectly fine.
He probably should have known better. He'd only been working out in the hot sun for an hour or two, it wasn't something that his divine body should have had any trouble with- but his stomach seemed to disagree with that sentiment. Which was why he was currently leaned heavily against the trunks of one of his lemon trees, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he waiting for the feeling to pass like it had earlier. He'd really done it this time, hadn't he? He didn't think he'd ever felt this tired, even back when he'd been mortal. And what was his stomach doing down there, trying to tie itself into knots?
There was a worried little whine, and he looked down to see Tonka, his resident Wroggi, nuzzling at his leg. "I, ah... I'm p-perfectly fine, darling." He gave the creature a few pets on the head, before sinking down into a sitting position, letting the trunk of the tree support his weight. The monster rubbed itself against him affectionately, still not entirely calmed- and then stopped dead, raising itself to its full height and staring intently at the temple. "Hmm?" He hadn't heard anything, but he could guess who it was judging by the Wroggi's happily wagging tail. "Oh, thank you, sweet boy. Out here, darling!" His voice rose sharply in volume as he called out to his lover, a small smile already on his face. He was feeling better already, and now Mirun was here- there was absolutely nothing to worry about, right?
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51 posts
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God of Death
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Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 14, 2014 1:27:44 GMT
Ah! Out side! Mirun rushed, Mozart taking another way as he shifted into a Gigginox, crawling along the walls until he was outside as well, jumping down to land behind Mirun, the God nearly out of breath and panting. Blue eyes shined as he darted to his lover, lovingly nuzzling Raphael, nearly purring in content. Yes, Mirun was a rather clingy person, but he was like that to anyone he loved or considered his friend. He had a horrible fear that, if he didn't give them enough attention and love, they would leave him alone. That was something Mirun could never let happen. He didn't want to be alone again, especially not since he found someone that he was actually happy and content with.
Taking Raphael's hands in his, Mirun was purring, ignoring Mozart when the now-shifted Great Baggi wandered around the garden, sniffing at anything he could find. "How do you feel, darling? Well?" he prayed it was slightly sick, at least, or something else. As selfish as that sounded, it was what he really wanted. Just a sign to say it was a success. Raphael was the God of Life so it was possible, right? Right? While Mirun fawned over Raphael, one of his other creatures finally waddled out to the garden. A short, stubby tailed wagged as the corgi wandered around, rolling around in the grass and flowers. Mirun had decided to bring him along because who didn't love corgis? Obviously someone soulless. That's who. |
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
Played by
Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 14, 2014 3:44:15 GMT
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do --
It didn't take long. It rarely did, where this couple was concerned. It had only been a few moments since Raphael had shouted and already here he was, his lovely Mirun- all out of breath, and oh, didn't that bring back memories? There was more than one meaning to his words as he laughed breathily. "Y-yeah, it'sss been awhile, hasn't it?" It didn't matter how long they'd been together, or just what kinds of things they'd already done, such enthusiastic displays of affection would always make him blush. He returned the elder God's nuzzles (if not with the same energy; it was hard to keep up with Mirun, sometimes, he'd always taken a more leisurely approach) and would have been content to stay that way forever, though it seemed his lover had other plans. Of course, he couldn't just come visit because he felt like it, could he? There always had to be an agenda. Ugh.
As Mirun laced their fingers together he shook his head slightly, trying to clear it- where had that thought come from? He wasn't usually so snappy with the other, even if he did wish that the Reaper would stop by more often. Huh, must be a side effect of his tiredness; maybe he'd lay off the magic for a little while, get some extra sleep tonight. Unless Mirun had other plans, of course, which was always acceptable- he snapped out of his daydreams with a little start, looking a little dazed as he stared into his partner's earnest eyes. "Um."
What... had been the question? Oh, yes, that. That particular question was more than a little suspicious- he'd have to remember to go check on his garden of medicinal herbs, it wouldn't be the first time the Reaper had slipped him something funky- but if it was some sort of trick he didn't want to know the other he was onto it. And if it wasn't? Well, he didn't feel that bad. He didn't want his love to worry, Death always overreacted. "No, I'm perfectly fine." He lied smoothly, though he couldn't keep eye contact and instead pulled Mirun into a hug. "You w-worry too much. I'm a God, remember?"
He snuggled into the other's side with a purr, though his eyes widened a bit as Tonka barked at him, sounding offended. He'd never managed to coax actual words out of the Wroggi, for reasons he hadn't yet figured out, but it worked out in his favor as the raptor looked straight at him and barked again. Stupid creature; he was perfectly fine, and even if he was a bit down he didn't need his own pets tattling on him! He made a shushing sound at the creature, before turning a smile and a suspiciously high-pitched laugh on his lover. "C-crazy thing. I'm f-f-fine, ssssweetheart." The Wroggi cocked its head at him, and he had a brief staring contest with it before breaking eye contact and seeking out the Corgi. "Look who's here! Go play." It wasn't a suggestion; Tonka gave him one last little yap and then scurried off, pouncing playfully at the dog as an invitation to play chase and then disappearing into the surrounding jungle. Yes, that would do nicely.
He melted against his lover's side, pleased that he'd taken care of the situation, not even noticing how snappish he'd been with his precious companion. "So~?" He pressed little kisses against his lover's jaw, humming to himself. "What bringsss you to my little corner of paradise?" YOU'VE got me worse than NICOTINE |
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51 posts
Taken
God of Death
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Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 14, 2014 16:37:32 GMT
Mirun was no expert at reading body language, even though it came with the job, as sad as that was. Sometimes he had to be able to tell when someone who was about to die wanted to make a deal with him. That nervous voice, the shaking hands, the sweat. He could practically taste a deal about to form in the air. Call him a fool, but deals and contracts was something he adored. Why? Because they always worked in his favor. So sometimes he could read body language but this time, he felt bad about it. Trying to read his lover like a book. Mirun tried not to let his job meld over into spending time with his love, but sometimes he couldn't help it, and currently, all he wanted was to figure out one thing. Just one, small, probably life changing thing.
He felt as if something was wrong, and already Mirun felt something tugging at his heart strings, his stomach dropping. He hadn't made Raphael mad, had he? He smiled, giving a small chuckle. "I know, I know," he purred happily. "But I'm not allowed to worry? Spending all your time on this island." He accepted the snuggles happily, purring in content. Oh well, if it wasn't a success this time, then there was always next time, right? Mirun was all for some extra nights, but at the same time, he was getting desperate. He just wanted to be a father, in all honesty. He couldn't describe the urge, but damn it, if he had to kidnap a mortal child to raise as his own then by the Gods he was going to do that. Even though having a family with his precious dear would be so much better.
The smile faded when Mirun saw Raphael snap at his Wroggi. That was... off. Especially for Raphael. Worry filled Mirun to his brim and he bit back a whine. Was his love really alright or was there something actually wrong? Did someone break into his temple and steal something? Who the hell was this person. Mirun would find them and teach them a lesson they are bound to never forget. He purred when the kisses were littered over his jaw and wrapped his arms around Raphael, trying to pull the other into his lap for some more snuggles. "What brings me here?" he purred, nuzzling Raphael's neck. "I just wanted to make sure you're feeling alright." He didn't know if he should tell Raphael what he was aiming at, in fear of the other being mad at him. Mirun certainly didn't want his significant other angry at him. Just the thought of it made his heartache. Tenderly, he placed his hand on Raphael's stomach. "You sure you've been feeling alright?" Was that enough of a hint? In some aspects, Mirun prayed yes and no. |
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
Played by
Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 15, 2014 0:12:37 GMT
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do --
Okay, well, he worried about Mirun too- it just came with the territory, he supposed, though he did his best to keep his work and his personal life separate. The two of them didn't talk much about their jobs, for quite obvious reasons, but it didn't mean they didn't worry about it constantly. Eh, just one of the side-effects of being them, he guessed. Maybe Mirun had just missed him, and the strange feelings were a coincidence; that had to be it, right? Yeah, he'd go with that. He trusted his lover, there wasn't any reason in the world to get all upset, everything would be perfectly fine. Yeah.
It wasn't lost on him that the other's smile faded for a moment while Raphael tried to earn them some privacy. Which wasn't very nice, he was just trying to get the irritating creature to leave them alone for a few minutes. It made him a little grumpy, though when Mirun perked back up he more or less dismissed it. He let his lover pull him into his lap, cuddling into him with a relaxed sigh. They were together now, everything was going to be just fine- though when he was asked if he felt okay yet again he started getting rather suspicious. What did Mirun think was wrong with him? He accepted the other's nuzzles but didn't reciprocate, instead pulling back the slightest bit to take a long look at his lover.
The repeated question and the hand on his stomach sealed the deal- something was going on. The God of Life frowned ever so slightly, irritated that there was something the other wasn't telling him, and very nearly pulled away. "Mirun. What's g-going on?" He looped his arms around his lover's neck, pouting in the slight hope that looking cute might get him somewhere. "You know you can t-tell me anything, darling. Why are you acting so-" he cut off abruptly, closing his eyes and leaning heavily against the other as a sudden wave of nausea washed over him. Okay, that was... less than ideal. But by the Gods, he wasn't going to let the other freak out. He was the God of Life, he would be perfectly fine- he could figure this out by himself, thank you very much. "...so weird? For y-you, anyway." He finished lamely, voice quieter, most of the bite gone out of it. "I'm... fine." This was going to be interesting. YOU'VE got me worse than NICOTINE |
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51 posts
Taken
God of Death
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Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 16, 2014 22:59:23 GMT
He was feeling terrible, but at the same time not? Did that make sense? He already figured that, by the way Raphael was acting, that he was pregnant (and he prayed he was so that way Mirun could look forward to being a father and raising some kids with the love of his immortal life). Yet he was nervous to even mention it to Raphael. Well, if the other didn't want to get pregnant, Mirun could always terminate it. He had that ability, after all. Usually a ton of women would sometimes summon him to strike a deal. He terminated the pregnancy and they would take twenty or so years off their younger life, or offered their husband/rapist/boyfriend up as compensation for Mirun's troubles. So it would be no problem, except he would feel like he was killing part of himself. And he was worried how Raphael would respond to Mirun's thoughts. Would he be angry? Push Mirun away? Or what? Sometimes not knowing was painful.
The pout sealed the deal, though, and Mirun swallowed hard. There was no way he could say no to that face. Worry etched itself over his features though, when Raphael seemed to be hit with yet another wave of nausea. Worried and filled with grief, Mirun refused to let the other move too far away from him. Giving a sigh, he looked his lover in the eyes and tried to gather his own thoughts. How was he going to tell Raphael what was really happening to him? It wasn't as easy as saying 'happy birthday' or 'I'm here to collect your soul' or even 'you're about to die! Hooray!'. This was affecting someone that Mirun loved dearly and he was honestly terrified. "Well," he began, cutting himself off as nervousness filled him. He took a deep breath and sighed, bracing himself for the worst of outcomes: Raphael hating him and never wanting to see him again.
"I think you're pregnant," Mirun finally said, almost flinching back at what he expected to come next, as if bracing himself for a large wave to hit a ship. He was the God of Death for crying out loud, he shouldn't be worrying! "I removed all the alcohol and cigarettes from your home and mine, just in case," he continued. "I've been... trying to get you pregnant?" And that was probably the nail in the coffin. He tensed, ready to leave as soon as the other told him too, or yelled at him, or did something that would strike Mirun as being upset or angry, which he wouldn't mind. Really. Not at all...
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
Played by
Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 17, 2014 0:59:56 GMT
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do --
Mirun swallowed. Mirun downright gulped, and looked him straight in the eyes, and Raphael officially began to panic. He'd only seen that look on his lover's face a few times, and never had it been directed at him- what had his lover even done, and oh, Gods, he wasn't dying, was he? He knew he was ridiculously young compared to most of the other deities but he'd thought he was immortal, too. Had he thought wrong? Death began to speak with a hesitant tone, and Life held his breath- nearly choking on it when the other cut himself off. No, stuttering was his thing, what on earth was going on that had his usually confident lover so upset?
And then Mirun actually spoke, and... oh. Well. A somewhat hysterical laugh escaped him; he'd thought his boyfriend was actually being serious. He'd never taken the Reaper for such an actor, that was actually pretty impressive. It wasn't okay, of course, but it was actually sort of- but Mirun was still talking, and he looked so damned earnest, and Raphael didn't have any idea how to deal with it. "Ahha, uh, sssweetheart, I'm p-p-pretty sure that i-isn't how it w-w-works." He laughed again, though there was no humor in the sound, only raw nerves. "Y-you, ah, really... had me go-going..."
He felt Mirun tense as if to flee and trailed off, wrapping his arms around the other's neck and hanging on tight. His breathing was coming faster and faster now, and he could feel the harsh grip of panic clamping down on his lungs. Because after all, what did he really know? Nothing worked right here; he was a God, for heaven's sake, and the God of Life at that. That included making new life, didn't it? Hadn't people prayed to him for fertility, once upon a time? His breath was coming so harshly that it was making his head spin; he clung to the other as tight as he could, suddenly terrified. Mirun was joking, he had to be joking, this wasn't funny at all. "You w-would have to-told me, after a- after a-all." He stared at the other with wide, panicked eyes, horrified though he wanted desperately to give the love of his life the benefit of the doubt. "...right?" YOU'VE got me worse than NICOTINE |
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51 posts
Taken
God of Death
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Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 17, 2014 1:12:49 GMT
The laugh made his breath catch in his throat. Did Raphael think he was joking? Really? Or was Mirun imagining things? He relaxed slightly when he felt Raphael embrace him, but was still unsure about all this. He didn't want to startle the other. Yet he also didn't want to lie, and he wanted to leave all options open. Watching his love carefully, Mirun recoiled a little further into the tree, like a small child trying not to be criticized by a parent. His eyes downcast, Mirun was still feeling horrible, mostly because Raphael didn't believe him. Mirun was Death, he had hourglasses for every living thing, and the main reason he thought (or knew) Raphael was pregnant was because two new hourglasses had formed in his temple. No names on them yet, but both were right beside Raphael's. He had a suspicion then that perhaps Raphael was pregnant.
"I'm pretty sure you are, and of course I would have told you," he said softly, giving a weak and timid smile at Raphael. The smile faded though. All options had to remain open though, right? "But, if you don't want to go through pregnancy, or don't want children," he said, his fingers now hovering just centimeters over Raphael's stomach. "I can terminate it for you. You won't feel a thing." Ah, this brought back so many memories. Of deals with young women, old women, and all the like. He had done this so many times, but every time he did it he felt like he was ripping part of his soul out. They were just kids. Mirun had no problem with abortions, but for some reason, he still felt sorry. This time, though, he felt worse. Was it because it was his children? Something he had desperately wanted? For years he wanted to be a better father than his father was, so having children was his chance, but if it was inconvenient to Raphael, then he would forget it. Out of everyone in the worlds, Mirun actually felt like Raphael loved him. Loved Death, which was a very rare thing. Worshipers were one thing, but actual love and feeling like you're wanted in one's life was a complete other.
Just because someone worships and understands death doesn't mean they necessarily want to die.
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
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Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 17, 2014 2:05:59 GMT
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do --
Mirun was recoiling from him. It made him sick at his stomach- or was that the...? wait, don't think about it, now was not the time- but though he wanted nothing more than to burrow into his lover's arms and not let go, he didn't have it in him to press closer to the other. He didn't pull away, exactly, but even though it made his heart ache he allowed his lover to put some distance between them. There was no way to sugarcoat it, he was in shock. It shouldn't be possible, first off, though he supposed if anyone could tell he was... that, it would be Death. Although shouldn't that also be Life? How on earth had this escaped him? Oh, sure, he could go on about how his job usually only involved mortals, and he generally didn't have much to do with the unborn anyway, and it wasn't like he'd been paying much attention to his own life energy, after all it wasn't like he'd been expecting-
but that was the problem, wasn't it? That was why he was so upset, not because he didn't like the idea but because it was so damn sudden. "H-how long have you known?" He wasn't going to yell; he didn't have it in him to yell, Mirun was looking so miserable as it was. So instead his voice was soft, almost monotone, the look on his face more resigned than anything. "How long have you been... trying?" Without even asking me, he wanted to add, though he wouldn't- or couldn't- say it aloud. Because that was what hurt the most: the sense of betrayal. If he'd known it was possible he would have been all over it; why hadn't his other half asked him, rather than secretly trying to force it upon him? Didn't he deserve to have a choice?
And it seemed that Mirun was reading his mind, because at that moment the other reached out toward his stomach, mumbling something about 'termination'- and Raphael yelped and slid backwards, out of Death's lap, arms wrapped protectively around his abdomen. "No!" He yelped, eyes wide, curling in on himself ever so slightly. "Are you insane? N-no, you c-can't-" Oh, and here they came; he could feel the tears prickling at his eyes, though he blinked them away furiously. "I won't... let you." His voice trailed off to a whisper; he couldn't even look his lover in the face. "Y-you... you don't want that either. Right? You w-wouldn't-" Mortals prayed to him for protection, for guidance, when they were lost in their darkest hours; who was he supposed to pray to? YOU'VE got me worse than NICOTINE |
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51 posts
Taken
God of Death
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Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 17, 2014 21:10:05 GMT
Currently, the God of Death had been turned into a small child that broke the family's vase by just his actions. His gaze was cast down and he seemed to try to slink further back into the tree, almost like he was trying to disappear. His gaze rose a little at the questions, but his answers were quiet, almost like a whisper. "A-about a week, ever since some new hourglasses appeared next to yours," he mumbled, his nervousness growing at the second question. "For several months now... I didn't really think it would work but I was hopeful." Mirun felt weak, he supposed? He was usually so confident and willing to be outgoing, and never questioned his actions, but for some reason, when it came to Raphael, that was different. Mirun became scared, frightened. Terrified that he was going to lose something precious to him.
The yelp made Mirun flinch, jump, and recoil into himself all at the same time. His eyes were fixed on his hands, his knees drawn a little close to his chest, like he was being criticized from something. He felt the color drain from his face, his heart pumping in fast, but sad rhythms. Mirun didn't answer. He had terminated many lives in the past, so of course he would do it. Yet, that didn't mean he wanted to. Especially not to his own children. He kept his eyes focused at the ground, deciding to keep quiet in the hopes that something else would happen. Perhaps he would be told to leave or something. That was better than this torture. He felt horrible right now, and he really just wanted to sleep for a few hundred years at this point, lock himself in his temple and flee from this worldly trouble.
After struggling with himself, he was finally able to find his voice, actually having to force it out in a strangled choke. "I'm sorry."
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
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Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 17, 2014 23:36:04 GMT
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do --
They were pulling away from each other. In the back of his mind he knew that was probably the worst thing they could do right now- they needed each other, they needed to trust each other, this wasn't any environment to raise a... to raise a... um, well, in any case, he knew he should reach out to his lover but right now he just couldn't. He was hurt, he was scared, he was maybe just a tad overemotional, and that combination really didn't culminate in a Raphael that was ready to hug and make up right now. Except... he really, really wanted a hug. Oh, what had Mirun done? He stared at his lover with wide, sad eyes- the vulnerable look on the usually outgoing God was just heartbreaking, but... he deserved it, didn't he? This wasn't right, this wasn't right at all.
Hearing the answers to his questions didn't really make him feel any better; he didn't know why he'd thought they would. Oh, sure, it helped a little bit that Mirun hadn't known for terribly long- they hadn't seen each other face to face in about that long, anyway, so it was quite possible that his lover had never lied to his face, in any case. But that was a poor consolation prize. He pulled his knees close to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, curling in on himself with a little sigh. He didn't know how to respond; he just stared at the ground, lost in thought, wringing his hands nervously. Until his lover spoke, in a strangled voice that nearly brought tears to his eyes once again. "I..."
He sighed, before finally looking up at the other. "Y-you d-d-don't... regret it, do you?" He tried a small, bittersweet smile, though there was obviously no humor in it. "I m-mean, not h-how it h-h-happened- I hope you regret that, we are going to have a t-t-talk- but, um..." He flushed brightly just thinking about saying it, but he owed it to his lover. "You... you w-want them, right?" He tried to look the other in the eyes, though he'd completely understand if the other was avoiding his gaze. "I..." Need you, he wanted to say; he didn't trust his voice not to break if he tried. Instead he reached a hand out to his lover, resting it on Mirun's knee, craving the physical contact. "...I love you, Mirun." He murmured quietly.
It wasn't forgiveness, not yet, but if Mirun was willing to work with him then he was willing to try. They could get through this. He just... needed Mirun to meet him halfway. "That... isn't ever going to change. Alright?" He leaned forward a bit- he really, really needed a hug, though he supposed that he understood if his lover wasn't willing to. "I just... I love you. Please, sweetheart, I can't... I can't do this without you." Gods, he was going to cry, wasn't he? He didn't want to cry. YOU'VE got me worse than NICOTINE |
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51 posts
Taken
God of Death
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 18, 2014 0:33:17 GMT
Never had he felt this bad. There was only one time the pain equaled to this and that was when he took his own mother's life because of a damn deal with the old Mother Nature. He justified his actions though, because his mother was already dying and he needed Mozart by his side, but this was different. Speaking of Mozart, the once Gigginox had shifted into a four-eyed horse with flames as the mane and tail. He was peacefully grazing, but all his eyes were set on the two as he played the stupid animal. He understood what was going on, and refused to let it last for too long. Mozart planned to step in if he had to. Speaking of which, he wondered where that damned Fluffy was. For some reason, he never really cared for that creature.
Mirun kept his gaze downcast, fearing to look into the other's eyes. He honestly just felt like running at this point, disappearing into his own realm to gather his thoughts. Yet he wasn't going to. He couldn't do that to Raphael, the love of his life. Mirun was many things, but he wasn't a coward. He also felt that if he moved, he would get punished somehow. It was hard to explain, but in some cases, life hurt the power of death. Mirun was terrified Raphael would use his powers to hurt him. Only once had Mirun felt pain from his power being attacked, but that was from a totally different reason. Stopping death was like destroying his very soul. He was petrified with those thoughts.
"O-of course I want them. I've always wanted to be a father but..." if Raphael didn't want them then Mirun would abandon his desire and dream. He trailed off, still avoiding eye contact. Mirun had almost flinched at the contact, but managed not too, only shifting slightly, still staring down, fearful to look up and at his lover. His gaze raised slightly, staring at Raphael's hand, when he heard the next words. So Raphael still.... even after all this? He dreaded the talk, but still. He wouldn't abandon Raphael. Especially not with children on the way. "You won't have to. I'll be there to help," he said, his voice quiet, and his gaze finally rising to look at Raphael's eyes. Mirun was able to force a strained smile, but it wasn't filled with anything but grief. What had he even done?
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
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Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 18, 2014 7:38:09 GMT
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do --
He'd never seen Mirun look so broken, so lost. It wasn't natural; even if he was Death, he was Raphael's light, the only one able to put a smile on his face day after endless day. They were a bit of an odd match, sure- it was probably a good thing that they had an unspoken rule against speaking about their jobs for anything but the direst reasons- and like any couple they had their disagreements. But this wasn't right. By this point they'd pretty much decided that they were in it for the long run, right? Sure, they'd never really talked about their relationship, and they still lived in separate houses, but he was pretty sure that they were a tad more serious than simply boyfriends. He hoped. Which meant that they had to be mature about this; surely they could talk it out, once both of them had calmed down a bit.
But, well, that was more easily said than done. The fact of the matter was that both of them were ridiculously emotional right now, and though Raphael was hurt and angry (not to mention terrified out of his mind) this was probably not the time to attempt to talk out those issues. He said they'd have a talk and he meant it- just not right now, not when they were both so raw and vulnerable.
Truth be told, it would probably be best if the both of them stopped talking at all. He'd had to ask, of course- the other had brought up the idea of... so quickly, and though Raphael strived not to think of him like that he was, after all, Death. The fact that Mirun wanted this and was willing to put in the effort was profoundly comforting; in an aching, bittersweet way, so was the way that the other had so easily offered to give up such an important dream for his sake- Gods, he was willing to give up his unborn children if Raphael so much as protested the inconvenience of being pregnant. What had he done to deserve such a man?
It was all so much to take in, and Raphael was overwhelmed. He didn't know what emotions were echoing within him, exactly, but he knew whatever they were that they were strong. Anger, hurt, fear, excitement so deep that he felt his heart might burst- and that was what did him in. They were going to have children, this should be a joyous moment. The fact that it wasn't, that they were instead spending their time arguing, hurt. Guilt washed over him, and the dam holding back his tidal wave of emotions began to crumble. "Of coursssse you will. I should... I should have t-trusted you more... I'm ssssorry, it's all just so- and you- and I'm-" His agitated spluttering dissolved into something completely undecipherable, and without further ado the God of Life launched himself at his lover, before proceeding to burst into tears.
Oh, he tried to talk, sure, but from then on no form of communication was really successful. He simply buried his face in his lover's neck and cried, hanging on to the other as if he might simply disappear if he let go. "I just- I'm h-h-happy, I promise, it isn't- you kn-know I would have ssssaid yes if you- I th-thought I was dying, you ass!" It certainly wasn't like him to swear; it was almost therapeutic, helped alleviate at least some of his urge to smack the other, because though he wasn't an advocate of violence Mirun deserved it, dammit. And there he was, being all mean again- that line of thought only had him crying harder, grasping at the man's shirt, anything to keep him grounded. Gods, he just... he just needed a minute, only a minute to vent and cling to his lover like things hadn't just gone to hell. All he could do was pray to every deity who's name he could think of that Mirun wouldn't push him away. YOU'VE got me worse than NICOTINE |
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 18, 2014 15:24:13 GMT
Ah, the emotional waves that was filling him made him want to cry. Of course, Mirun was too proud to do that right now, even with everything that was going on. He couldn't help but feel like he was being horrid to Raphael. Then again, he was the God of Death. He knew how to comfort souls in their final hours but he didn't know how to comfort someone still living. That was a lot different than saying 'don't worry, you'll be fine now, all the suffering of the world is now off your shoulders. And you no longer have to pay taxes!'. Yeah, he had a feeling that wouldn't work here. In silence, he watched Raphael, waiting for something to happen, for something to be done. Anything, really, anything at all Mirun would be fine with. No matter what it would be. The silence was beginning to kill him.
Then, that might be for the best. So far their emotions seemed like ticking time bombs, and it might be better to let them rest and not to push anything further. To wait for them both to calm down before something happens. Mirun wasn't looking forward to that, since so many thoughts were swirling in his head at the moment. Did Raphael really want the kids or was it just mood swings? And if so, was it a boy and a girl? Two girls? Two boys? There were two hourglasses so that meant that there were two babies. Would they be Siamese twins? Born with a disorder or a disease? Or perfectly healthy? He was Death and if they were his offspring as well as Raphael's... he didn't really think that part through.
The worry filled him not only for that, but also for Raphael's well being. Who knew what could be created from a cross between Life and Death. Last time Mirun checked, it was a zombie. Not that he was against zombies but... his mind focused back on the current problem. It was difficult to do, since Mirun was always looking at the future. He had to know when things would happen and how, where, and why. This was like looking into the future but children... he couldn't see into the womb so... he was dragged out of any thoughts he had when Raphael launched at him, wrapping his arms around his lover and frowning. Oh come now, crying wasn't needed. It pulled at Mirun's heart strings. A small smile came to his lips at Raphael's words. he tightened his hold and buried his nose in the purple hair he loved oh so much. "Don't worry, love, you won't be dying for a long time. I promise." Even if you have to live on borrowed time, he thought to himself. Borrowed time was taking your own time and passing it on to someone else. The ultimate form of a deal Mirun very rarely made. Just because it was so powerful to both counterparts.
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