1) from my universal shake-up [aka Julian and Shun were raised together, both know they are gods, and most Saints/Mariners/Specters have found new homes] (pairing was sprung from reading oopsbirdficced‘s gorgeous Mū/Saga stuff)
Mū made his way over to Saga, settling down next to him on the plush sofa in the study and placed his head on his lover’s shoulder. “Quiet night in?” he asked, a hopeful note in his voice, silently hoping that the pair would be able to get one - especially in light of the events of the party they attended earlier in the day at the House of Solo (always nice to know that the brat, ah, the darling, oh, who was he fooling - he couldn’t keep the snark from forming as he thought about that pain in the ass from Sanctuary - godling was finally awake).
“One can hope,” Saga said, setting his book on his lap and shifting so he could wrap an arm around Mū’s shoulders, pulling him closer. He placed a small kiss to the younger man’s temple, enjoying this rare quiet moment without the headaches that came with dealing with the rest of the house guests. (Not that he minded the Mariners staying at the estate but he drew a firm line in the sand when it came to them barging in on his private time - especially when it was his younger brother, or as Kanon was prone to remind him, Saga was only the older sibling by a scant handful of minutes.)
2) Tale as old as time [Beauty and the Beast meets Saint Seiya]
Eira knew she should have been heading up to the Temple of the Golden Ram (or whatever fancy as all fuck name Athena had given the Temple of Aries - she never could quite recall what it was, but then, she never really bothered) to try and find Mū, but, and there it was, a massive and overwhelming but - she wasn’t quite ready to face him, no matter how much she wished to. Instead, she took a turn, heading away from the temples and to a more remote location. She shivered, but not just from the chill in the air but from the unwanted memories of when she had been someone else. Her reunion with Mū could wait a while longer - long enough to come to terms with the fact that she recognized the spell that Hera used, and she couldn’t remember how to break it! That was what was killing her - she knew this spell, hell, she even had cast it back then (or rather, something eerily similar to it), but she honestly could not recall how the spell was broken. Hellfire and damnation, she mentally swore - what did that Greek hero do to break this spell?
Mū made his way over to Saga, settling down next to him on the plush sofa in the study and placed his head on his lover’s shoulder. “Quiet night in?” he asked, a hopeful note in his voice, silently hoping that the pair would be able to get one - especially in light of the events of the party they attended earlier in the day at the House of Solo (always nice to know that the brat, ah, the darling, oh, who was he fooling - he couldn’t keep the snark from forming as he thought about that pain in the ass from Sanctuary - godling was finally awake).
“One can hope,” Saga said, setting his book on his lap and shifting so he could wrap an arm around Mū’s shoulders, pulling him closer. He placed a small kiss to the younger man’s temple, enjoying this rare quiet moment without the headaches that came with dealing with the rest of the house guests. (Not that he minded the Mariners staying at the estate but he drew a firm line in the sand when it came to them barging in on his private time - especially when it was his younger brother, or as Kanon was prone to remind him, Saga was only the older sibling by a scant handful of minutes.)
2) Tale as old as time [Beauty and the Beast meets Saint Seiya]
Eira knew she should have been heading up to the Temple of the Golden Ram (or whatever fancy as all fuck name Athena had given the Temple of Aries - she never could quite recall what it was, but then, she never really bothered) to try and find Mū, but, and there it was, a massive and overwhelming but - she wasn’t quite ready to face him, no matter how much she wished to. Instead, she took a turn, heading away from the temples and to a more remote location. She shivered, but not just from the chill in the air but from the unwanted memories of when she had been someone else. Her reunion with Mū could wait a while longer - long enough to come to terms with the fact that she recognized the spell that Hera used, and she couldn’t remember how to break it! That was what was killing her - she knew this spell, hell, she even had cast it back then (or rather, something eerily similar to it), but she honestly could not recall how the spell was broken. Hellfire and damnation, she mentally swore - what did that Greek hero do to break this spell?