#prefers to bury himself in the flowers or the nature of the current season with no one else around except maybe hongjoong

[blossom-hwa]

okay yeah I need to release my thoughts on persephone seonghwa

#lina talks #nas #ateez #seonghwa #persephone!hwa #inspo #seonghwa is the demigod son of persephone before the demi war breaks out and he's one of the survivors #so he chooses to become god of the seasons and omg the image that skye put into my hEAD of each of the four rings on his fingers #my whole heart #anyway so he becomes essentially immortal right since he's part of the new pantheon #but mc is just a human worshipper who accidentally catches seonghwa in his temple #usually seonghwa doesn't like to hang around the masses he's v shy around newcomers like his mother was #prefers to bury himself in the flowers or the nature of the current season with no one else around except maybe hongjoong #(never woosan though they're MENACES) #but anyway moving on mc appears with a bouquet of flowers they picked and thought would be pretty to use as an offering #and seonghwa's actually in the temple for once so mc walks in only to see him and the flowers almost fall out of their hands because #oh fucking god he's so beautiful #(little do they know seonghwa is thinking the same thing about them) #but that's not the point really the main point is that some gods would ask a human lover if they'd like to become immortal too #now that seonghwa essentially has the abilities of a god he can grant immortality too #but while others would've taken it mc doesn't. they just want to live life as a human #loving seonghwa to the last but as a human not a god #and just. you know how persephone has connections to life and death #daughter of demeter but wife of hades #that means as persephone's son seonghwa is intimately connected with both sides of the spectrum #and when mc tells him that he understands completely #and as they grow older and older he 'ages' with them.... like just changes his appearance and all to pretend #to give mc a semblance of the mortal love he believes they deserve #there's one scene that's so vivid in my mind where mc is on their deathbed holding seonghwa's hands and even though he looks aged and old #the mismatched blue and brown eyes are s beautiful as ever and mc takes that last vision with them into the afterlife

[deepweboutlxws]

♜ ( for Lucas )

♜ - my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure

The Pole had only caught mere glimpses of the cluster of flowers before. They only ever seemed to peer out at him between through thin gaps where fabrics should have met were pushed apart by the constant shifting and movement of the flesh beneath. The faded colors of swirling petals and vines always managed to catch his attention; as desaturated as they were from the many seasons they’d seen, they were often somehow the most vibrant and noticeable part of Ernst. Aside from his eyes, of course- but Lucas hardly met them. That was another story he preferred to keep buried in his journals. The scarcity of the delicate blooms made Lucas all the more curious about seeing them, but he resisted his urge to pry. The last thing he wanted to do was push any boundaries with the Dollmaker of all people. 

As much trust as he had in his companion, and as much as he wanted to say that he knew Ernst from their time together, Lucas was no fool. He had to face the reality of it. He didn’t know how Ernst would react to certain gestures or mannerisms, especially if they could be considered invasive. And he was scared that his reaction would be negative. Very negative. Paired with the fact that, overall, this seemed like a very tentative time for the both of them- trying to figure out what they were after their little ‘escapades’  on one an inebriated evening- it seemed even less appropriate. They were taking things slowly and in stride. So Lucas bit his tongue and merely admired the roses from afar, unsatisfied with the idea of withholding his affections, but unwilling to risk anything by moving to act on them.

But just as he’d demonstrated so many times before, Lucas was not only impatient but also impulsive. Holding back ate at him. His craving to offer some sort of affection- make some type of advance battled with his natural inclination to avoid potential rejection or conflict, to avoid potential harm. He hesitated so many times, and each reluctant pause only seemed to make him more anxious and furious with himself until finally, it reached a point of exhaustion for his mind. He couldn’t take it anymore. He decided he would rather take the risk then have to pull away from another loving touch again. 

Reluctant as he was, standing in the doorway and peering at the elder sitting in his bed with a book in hand- almost ready to call it a night- Lucas swallowed whatever nervousness still lingered in his throat and moved into the room. Immediately, he felt the muscles of his back tense as he stepped closer to the bed. Legs muscles tightened with each step, prepared to turn and run if something about the situation suddenly changed. Funny, he thought. He never remembered love being this terrifying. It was only once he’d reached the edge to sit down that he noticed it- the faint glimpse of red peeking out from under the covers, faded and desaturated from the many seasons it had seen. The roses were there, peering out at him. Encouraging him to make his move. He swallowed, before taking the small reassurance for what it was and pressing on. 

He slipped under the covers, moving closer and closer to Ernst. He stopped, the back of his mind telling him to turn back, but his heart telling him that keeping moving. He was almost there (and he was very grateful that Ernst had decided to wear some trousers tonight, or this whole endeavor might have been a lot more awkward). With another small scoot, Lucas gently poked his head out from under the covers, draped over Ernst’s thighs and glancing up at him from just underneath his book. The elder blinked, having heard the hitman come in, having felt him join him in bed, but not nearly expecting this to be what pulled him away from his reading. Setting down his book, he offered a wavering smile to the man currently peering up at him like a deer in headlights and rested a gentle hand on Lucas’ head. He almost drew back at the touch, but the feeling of gentle fingers running over his scalp, gently caressing and scratching at his stubble, before running down along his jawline and cupping his cheek, made the smaller man completely melt. His heart fluttered in his chest and he leaned into the palm against his face. The nervousness finally dissipated and Lucas sank into the Dollmaker’s plush abdomen. He nuzzled into the fingers caressing him, pressing his lips against the ball of Ernst’s hand to offer him a warm kiss. His fingers kneaded lightly on his companion’s flesh, a warm smile overtaking his face and a coo escaping his throat. He completely forgot about his fear, his anxieties. He even almost forgot about the roses. Almost.

Upon remembering his original goal, the Pole’s gaze softened and his nuzzling slowed and ceased. He pressed another gentle kiss to Ernst’s hand before turning his gaze over to the roses at his hip. Sitting up a bit, Lucas moved to get a better look at them. He wasn’t disappointed. Faded as they were, they were exquisitely detailed. A perfect bouquet of flowers running along weathered flesh, connect by vines and swirling with petals. Adorned with freckles and sunspots and patches of Ernst’s fuzz-like body hair. They were beautiful. He leaned down closer, nuzzling at the flesh lightly before looking up at Ernst to see his reaction. The German was watching him, seemingly waiting for his reaction to it. He’d long known the reason behind the flowers that marked his skin, and he’d long known that the purpose of their being there had passed. He wondered now how Lucas would view them. The Pole glanced down shyly several times, trying to determine what to do next. It came naturally to him though. He looked back up at Ernst and leaned down, brushing his lips against the flowers. The man beneath him rumbled lowly with a chuckle, brushing over his scalp again and watching as Lucas continued to smother the plants with soft, loving kisses. Watching Lucas trace his fingers along the outlines and show him such reverent love and affection felt so strange. But it felt so nice.

He supposed there really was more to Lucas’ little kiss and confession after all.

#// lucas? nervous about love but trying anyway? #// also highkey thought the tattoos would be something ernst is insecure abt #// considering he got them for an ex #// im sorry if that isnt the case but i hope u like this anyway ;u; #// also im sorry its a fuckin b o o k #‘’ orders for a product ; inquiries for a service ‘’ // ask #interaction #dxllmaking #‘’ one of our many connections ‘’ // mutual #drabble #‘’ hidden in the source code ‘’ // drabble #‘’ i will pray for you ‘’ // the hitman #< ernst and lucas > #< lucas and ernst >