ღ　jeonghan。

@jeonghan y｡ᵃʳᵉˢ I don't know what you're talking about, ares.
this comes out in a whisper, a low reverberation that mirrored the gravity in my eyes. azure hues were of a deeper blue, subdued into vast oceans while i'm falling silent, lost into those seas of black, a chasm i'm uncertain of until your words echo in my ear, warm and veritable by only the speculation of my careening heart. i'm pulling away with a trembling breath, and slowly do i murmur:
i am yours as much as you are mine, ares.

@hyuna k｡ⁿᶦᵏᵉ don't play coy, now. you're the only one that can claim to not know.
directs you closer to me, lips skimming along the velvet curve of your cheek; a hum resonating low in my throat as your fingers leave pleasant, ticklish pricks in the wake of their exploration. i pause at your ear, a cajoling note woven into my voice.
will you be mine?

my hand trails upward to card through the shorter strands of your hair near your nape, up to where your longer locks lie; i’m twirling blonde pieces between my fingers, a coquettish simper present to accompany the frivolous glint in my eyes.
Do you, now? I would have never guessed.

my hand skims further down to slip neatly into your back pocket, the upward quirk of my mouth belying my corresponding amusement.
i certainly want you to be.

my teeth sink into my lower lip to stifle laughter, and I’m bringing my arms around your neck to pull you flush against my chest.
I don’t know, am I?

steps closer to you, arm loosely curling around your waist.
are you mine, nike?

Then ask me, Ares.

oh, did you not?
i am yours, but i am not sure if you are mine in return, either.

I didn’t know you were mine.

your mans :)

Whose mans
Honestly I want to know.

:)

thanatos, i had no idea

what a handsome man.
whos mans is that.

@hyuna k｡ⁿᶦᵏᵉ jeonghan feels like an errant child under nike's frigid scrutiny, but the urge to fidget is one he quells viciously ー the only evidence of his shame is the roseate tincture of his cheeks, which he conceals as well by turning on his heel when he receives her affirmation.
the predicament is one that came about very surreptitiously ー and upsetting enough for him to seriously consider restoring his insouciance where people's feelings are concerned. his camera weighs heavily around his neck, the film holding a picture of the goddess in question as she went about her evening stroll. the explanation is hot on his tongue, and his lips part to voice it (he feels honor bound to give her this).
"i was just approaching to let you know that i had taken a photograph of you." a dip in the road had disturbed his equilibrium, and he wasn't able to restore it in time to prevent the spillage of his coffee.

@jeonghan y｡ᵃʳᵉˢ Victory, pride, and competition are qualities that drive this woman’s demeanor. A brand well-renowned to represent the finest of champions, the mere mention of her name would bring forth the dignified and ruthless. She’s the direct personification of this pride, possessing characteristics nurtured during her development, and enhanced by the occassion of rivalry.
Cerulean hues have shifted to a much darker blue, almost sapphire as they scintillate in pure irritation for the man clumsy enough to be undeserving of his title. A deity of war, a grace on battlegrounds— yet apparently clumsy when he’s in the mortal world. Her orbs are cold, stone cold, as she’s staring at him in disbelief before shifting her gaze to the stained white. He’d apologized — a quite baffling action at that (she never expected this man to execute such courtesy) — but her cheeks are red from vexation and embarassment. “Fine,” she mutters under her breath, an intonation of the sheer mortification from witnessing the see-through silken attire.

@hyuna k｡ⁿᶦᵏᵉ ares has never been renowned for his even temperament, nor has he been lauded for being particularly graceful or patient. however, his name was once enough to strike fear into the hearts of both mortals and gods alike. tonight, however, he's been tested on all of his failings; but he's holding up most admirably (in his humble opinion).
"i'm sorry," he says to the female before him, the brown stain on her otherwise pristine white shirt making him wince and avert his gaze at a point behind her head. "i can help you take care of it, if you like." his tone is not peaceable, but brusqueness is his way ー he hopes she does not take it to heart, for he despises dealing with distressed females. he finds it difficult to not say something sharp in that kind of circumstance. in a breath, he rakes his fingers through his blonde strands and finally meets her eyes again. "well?"