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God of Death
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Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 23, 2014 1:21:42 GMT
No, no, no, no. No way. That wasn't possible. He was god-damned Death, he couldn't hold any living thing in him damn it. His heart only beat every thirty minutes for crying out loud! He coughed, covering his mouth. He gave a smile, a forced one. "I-I'll be right back," he said, going off into the tree, clutching his stomach and finding a tree to lean against when he got away from the path he and his lover were walking along. It was just a simple thing, a vacation, to kinda celebrate Raphael's pregnancy. But like hell Mirun was getting pregnant after a few... nights. It was impossible, Life be damned... no offense to Raphael, of course. Mirun bit back a yell, curling up, feeling something ripping him apart from the inside. He was dead, or close enough to be. He couldn't support something alive in him.
The plants around him began to wither and die, slowly at first, before dying more rapidly. Mirun let out a shaky breath, trying his best not to let himself kill whatever the hell it was. With a weak gesture he summoned his hourglass, giving a hate-filled groan at it. A smaller one was attached to it. he waved it away and curled up, laying down on the ground, the grass withering and the other plants rotting away quickly. Gods it hurt. He never felt this much pain since he signed his soul i the contract to become Death. Horrid memories that was. He could hear Mozart's whines from the path, uncharacteristic for the shapeshifter. Mirun couldn't answer without a pain filled croak, so he kept quiet. Was this how Raphael felt during his first week or so? Really? Gods Mirun felt horrible for that now.
Every second he kept forcing plants around him to wither to nothing, all to avoid terminating the pain in him. No, he was a monster by mortal standards but he would never do it unless it was a contract. Unless he had to. He was sad, angry, annoyed, and in pain. He had no idea what to think at this point. He was on the verge of tears. |
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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 23, 2014 3:06:10 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 --
 Being pregnant wasn't... that bad. It was actually sort of nice, being doted on by the love of his life. He could relax, caring for the pets and whatever plants he'd been completely unable to move (pretty much just his lemon trees, the rest of his temple's grounds having been converted to a little rock garden for the time being). It had certainly brought him closer to his lover, in any case- living in the same house had made their... nights much more frequent. It wasn't like he was complaining- and, bonus, now that he'd accomplished his goals Mirun had stopped acting weird. It was nice, and as far as Raphael was concerned everything was right in the world.
Until it wasn't. Mirun ran off, and that was weird- but it wasn't completely unheard of. Maybe something had come up at work and he didn't want to say anything; Gods knew Raphael wasn't a fan of knowing too much about it. So he gave his lover a minute or two alone, and the first moment he sensed something wrong in his powers he dismissed it as... erm, the thing. Except for that the thing didn't stop. He could feel it tugging at his soul, a draining of Life itself- and that wasn't the collecting of someone already dead, that was draining the living. It wasn't like Mirun to interfere like this, they had an understanding, something was... something was wrong.
Which was why he broke into a jog, panic shooting through him. "Mirun!" He called loudly, bolting straight toward the uncomfortable feeling in his chest. "Sweetheart, what's-" and there he was, surrounded by shriveling plant life, curled up on the ground in pain. "Mirun, Mirun look at me-" And he was by his lover's side in an instant, resting his hand's on the other, murmuring comforting nothings under his breath. There was... there was a life in there. Gods.
He paused for a moment, shocked- but there wasn't time, he could feel Mirun's body trying to reject it. He laid his hands on the other's stomach, trying to force some energy into the tiny, unborn being that his lover was carrying. "Shhh, shhh, I'm here now. I w-won't let you kill them, it's okay, I can... I c-can do this." He wrapped his powers around the little life inside, forming a barrier between it and Mirun's own aura. Hopefully that would let the other relax a bit- keeping such a harsh hold on his abilities must be difficult- he could only pray that it wouldn't make his love's pain worse. YOU'VE got me worse than NICOTINE |
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 23, 2014 16:33:37 GMT
It was unnatural. Like a wolf among sheep. The dead was not allowed to live, but living things could live inside it like worms and fungus and stuff, but not like this. Not feasting off of the non-existent life force of the dead thing. It was less about his own pain, he could handle it. It was more about the child. What would happen to them? Living the first few two hundred days of their life inside Death of all things? Mirun couldn't give or sustain life. He could only take it away or grant a few years or two by the sand. That was different. Sand could change at any time thanks to free will. He could give someone a hundred extra years by the sand, but one stupid move and they could cut that in half or worse- end it where it stood.
A whine went through him when Raphael came. Mirun was shivering, he felt so cold. When the protective covering of life around the organism kept Mirun's power at bay, he felt as if something unwelcome was in him. He could feel every single past Reaper's long and forgotten voice screeching 'no', Death wasn't allowed to live, or, not very much. Nothing was allowed to live in him (or her in some cases), not even animal life or plants. That was for the mortals and what they signed their deal as, to give back to the earth and the creatures that helped you. It felt like he was fighting something that he didn't want to fight but had no choice. At least the pain went away, for the most part. It was a throbbing sensation every now and then, but not nearly as bad. He looked around at the plants, whining again. Now he had to fix this damned mess.
"I'm not..." he muttered under his breath, curling up close too Raphael. He wanted to go home and take a nap. He felt horrible that he ruined their walk, especially with Raphael in the condition he was in. "I'm fine." he said, giving himself the benefit of the doubt. He slowly stood up, wobbling where he stood. "I'm going to be fine." It was probably a mistake, that was it. He would ignore it and it would go away. At the thought of that, he felt the throbbing again, as if it was trying to rake at his powers. He smiled at Raphael, given it was weak. They would just keep moving. Nothing would change. Mirun intended to keep working and fawning over his love during this time and Mirun would suffice. He would be OK. Nothing would change too much, that was all right. Mirun was, in fact, forcing himself to live in a a state of suspended belief. Maybe if he hoped hard enough nothing would happen. |
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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 23, 2014 20:18:30 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 --
Well, it was official now. Raphael was a terrible person. His beloved was obviously in pain, his powers going haywire, plants and insects in the area falling over dead where they stood- and the only emotion he was feeling was complete, utter happiness. A massive smile split his face as he cradled his lover to his chest: pregnant, Mirun was pregnant, he was going to have his baby! Oh, sure, he was having their children too. (That was a strange thought anyway, maybe it was best not to dwell on it.) But this was different- this was his Mirun, carrying his child, and even as he forced his powers into the other just to keep the baby alive he couldn't help but laugh a bit in giddy disbelief. Mirun was obviously in some level of discomfort, shivering slightly though the other god suspected that he was trying to hide it. Well, some discomfort was to be expected- at least the other wasn't carrying twins, he couldn't help but think a little pettily- but the challenges didn't matter, they'd get over it like they always did. They were going to have children.
And then his love tried to stand up and oh, no, he was not going to put up with any of that. He moved quickly, wrapping his arms around his partner's waist and yanking him down into his lap. "Oh, no you don't, darling. Shhh. Relax a minute." Ah, how the tables had turned. He didn't want to seem bitter but he had to admit, it felt sort of nice to have the tables turned. This was exactly how he'd felt, after all. It wasn't necessarily nice of him but he couldn't help the slight thrill of victory. He held Mirun tightly against his chest, not about to let his lover squirm away. No, they were going to stay right here, while he nuzzled his love's neck and purred in contentment, unable to stop himself from rubbing the other's stomach lovingly. "Here, darling, it's okay. Don't stand up so suddenly, you'll make yourself sick." He knew that from experience- come to think of it, how on earth were they going to get up now? Eh, they'd cross that bridge when they got there. "Jussst... Just sit with me for a minute. Yeah. It's okay, love, everything will be okay."
His powers started feeling unbalanced again and Raphael paused, sending another pulse of his life force toward the tiny being. "Shhhh. Mirun, baby, you have to calm down. I know it's hard but I'm right here, let me help. This is a good thing, I promise. Don't our children deserve a little sibling?" That thought alone had him giddy; both of them would be pregnant at the same time, of course, gods that was going to suck, but he just knew it would be worth it. Besides, though he didn't mind the attention he wasn't an invalid, he wasn't a huge fan of being babied constantly. He could dote on Mirun too, dammit. Not that it was a competition, but... Score one for Life. YOU'VE got me worse than NICOTINE |
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 23, 2014 21:01:41 GMT
He didn't protest when he was pulled down, just letting it happen. The comfort Raphael was offering was, well, comforting, but still. Don't get hi wrong, Mirun was overjoyed at the thought of having another child. Three sweet little children to care for but at the same time... he was worried. Not only because of other reasons, but because Mirun already had a bad enough time with emotions and mood swings when he forgot to take that combination of herbs at certain times of the day. He wasn't the most stable of people. So what would happen if he snapped at his love? He didn't want to start arguing with Raphael, especially since Raphael was pregnant, but Mirun himself was still in denial. No, he wasn't pregnant. That just wasn't possible. He would be fine. Give him a few minutes and everything would be OK.
He tried to force himself to relax, but every time he did he kept feeling a sharper pain, as if his powers saying 'take care of the problem now'. Except it wasn't a problem. It really wasn't unless... what would happen to the kid? Mirun always figured Raphael would be better suited to carry kids around because he was the God of Life, he mastered in this stuff. Whereas Mirun wasn't. He knew his lover probably didn't enjoy Mirun's job, and many times Mirun felt threatened by younger Gods and Goddesses that had a power more similar to Raphael's. He was scared of being left all alone again, but this was new. What if the child was born deformed? Or having a power so difficult to manage they couldn't do it? Or born something else... it was a creature trying to survive in the body of Death himself which Mirun couldn't understand. It hurt to think about what would happen to the child.
Wincing at the next wave of life being sent towards the unborn child, Mirun had to grit his teeth. By Gods it hurt. How did mortals and Raphael live with something like that going through them all the time? Mirun didn't even know how he was able to survive. Thanks to being Death and mostly dead, he wasn't trapped by the living things in the world. He didn't really have to eat or sleep or do anything that a mortal would but he still did cause he loved those things yet this was different. He would not only have to change his habits but he would have to continue his job while... not doing it. It made his head hurt. "What if its born.... wrong..." he mumbled, voicing his concern the best way he could. With a disease, illness, defect. What if it isn't a child at all. What is it going to be?
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I just realized I haven't been bolding the words characters say :'D oops |
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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 25, 2014 4:07:11 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 --
Everything was going to be fine. Their child would turn out beautifully, just like their other children- it didn't make any distance which of them it was, it was still the two of them together. Together they could do anything- right? Right. No one said it would be easy, but it had never been easy. This wouldn't be any different than any other challenge they had faced, Mirun would see. He'd take good care of the love of his life, just like the other had taken care of him, and nothing would happen and everything would turn out just perfectly and they'd live happily ever after-
like that had ever happened. It was actually starting to freak Raphael out; his initial sense of optimism was slipping, replaced by fear. What if this hurt Mirun in some way? He wanted children, yeah, but that wasn't worth Mirun, no way. His lover sucked in a breath in what was obviously pain and Raphael winced, flinching away the slightest bit before clinging to his love tightly. Could it be... different for the Reaper than it was for him? His powers had never been more at balance and he didn't really mind being pregnant- well, the mood swings and the nausea sucked, but even that wasn't pain, not like Mirun seemed to be in. The other's words sent fear and sadness shooting through him. He rested his head on his lover's shoulder, wanting to reassure the other but feeling his own confidence waver. "It'll... They'll b-be fine. We jussst... have to b-b-believe."
It sounded weak, even to him. He took a breath and made to speak- before hesitating and closing his mouth again with a sigh. His hand curled protectively over his lover's stomach, massaging it lightly, feeling the tiny pulse of life inside flicker as if responding to him. "I... M-mirun..." He didn't want to do this; it made his heart ache just to think of it, but Mirun was Mirun. "...Mirun, if you d-don't th-think you... uh, think you c-can do this..." He squeezed his lover hard, trying to find the will to say it- but the thought of his partner sick or worse was enough to make him at least consider it. "I w-would... I mean, w-we're already having the t-t-two, right?"
Hopefully Death would understand what he meant without him having to spell it out, he didn't think he could do that. Even just thinking about it he could feel the prick of tears- and his elated mood from just moments before turned to depression in a moment. "I- y-you're the... i-important one, I don't know... wh-what I'd do without you, Mirun, you have to- if y-you're in any danger-" Dammit, he was going to cry again. He took it all back, being pregnant was absolutely horrible, Mirun was right to be freaking out. YOU'VE got me worse than NICOTINE |
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 25, 2014 14:33:01 GMT
Mirun whined and tried to move closer to Raphael. He didn't know what to do. The Reaper wanted to believe everything would be fine. He honestly did. He wanted as many kids as possible running around and to look after but he was still terrified. How was Raphael handling this? He seemed fine, like a, well, woman would be. You know, being able to support the child and all. He shifted a bit, putting his hand over Raphael's, as if trying to comfort his lover in return. There was just something about this that he felt was either going to bring them closer or tear them apart. Mirun wasn't the best with his emotions, especially if he ran out of those herbs when he needed them, and he already promised himself to watch over Raphael during his time. Mirun was less concerned about himself, really. Well, the pain was something to consider, but he honestly didn't care that much. He was strong, right? He had been a God for a few thousand years or more, it wasn't like this was something he couldn't handle.
He tensed up at what Raphael was suggesting. That had never crossed his mind. It would make things easier on him, and they already had two but that wasn't... what he wanted at all. Just something about terminating his own child made him feel sicker than when he had to do it to others under a contract. He shook his head, turning around so he could hug Raphael, burying his face in the other's neck. "No," he mumbled, "I'll be alright." He gave a weak smile, pulling back to look at Raphael. "It'll take more than a pregnancy to get rid of me." He wasn't going to die, that was for sure, he had plenty of sand left, thankfully. No matter how much it felt like he was going to drop over dead any moment. Dealing with a small life in him wasn't going to be too bad. He just had to get used to it. Yeah, that was it.
Then he felt something change. Damn he was hungry. This wasn't like 'oh, yes, I want something to eat cause I can' sort of hunger like he usually had. This was where he felt like he actually needed food. He hadn't felt like this in centuries. That empty stomach feeling that was currently filling him. The nausea with that also. He went back to clinging to Raphael, giving a whine while his stomach rumbled. Damn child making him hungry. Now he remembered why he never missed this feeling. How long had it been since he last ate? Not only that, he felt like he had a craving. Ugh. This was going to be horrible. Why couldn't kids be born faster? Mirun felt sorry for every mother in the universe then, he didn't understand how they could deal with this. Given they were mortal but how do you satisfy the feeling of hunger without overeating? Really, it was unheard of! Control was not something the Grim Reaper needed.
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