At this point all the deities should know that they could just walk in and immediately have the twins attention, but it also came with the price of having their ears talked off.

Hayden waited and listened from where he was, mainly to gauge which of the deities had come into his domain. He immediately recognized Kaz and smiled.

"It really is." Hayden replied to Kazimir, turning to face him and flashing him a rather charming smile. It was at this point that he realized there was another person here. He had been too focused on Kaz that he hadn't even noticed the second person.

"Hey Odelia!" Hayden greeted her with an equally warm smile and just as excited tone of voice.

Hayden also spotted Belvedere on his way over to the small little group. Hayden also greeted Bel with a smile and a polite "Hey there". When Bel asked his question he tried to remember if they needed anything, but Odelia seemed to bring gifts often enough that he couldn't tell.

"Mm... If you see any mango popsicles, or any kind of popsicles really, could you grab a box or two for me? If you'd like someone to go with you and nobody here volunteers, I bet you could get Rowan to go with you." Hayden answered Bel. He loved mango popsicles, and in his opinion.. nothing could beat them. He also loved chocolate, loved, but chocolate was always so common. He tried to avoid always getting the same flavor of pretty much anything, and since he hadn't had his favourite he decided to ask for them.

"I like it during the day," Hayden began, replying to the grumpy deities comment. "It means more people to hang out with. But, I have to admit, nighttime is also a pretty fun hang out time. Plus, if you go outside the stars are very pretty. My issue is with running into the grumps."

Hayden's eyes flicked over to Bel when he said that, indirectly calling Belvedere a grump which probably meant more chances of Bel not getting him his requested treats but this wasn't exactly an uncommon thing.

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Rowan yawned, staring up at the ceiling for a good, long moment. He was stuck in that feeling of comfortability in bed, not wanting to get up. He didn't want to move. He just wanted to stay in bed, under the blankets.

Rowan slowly, carefully, and forcefully got himself out of his bed. He could have gone about this a much more normal way, he also could have caught himself before landing face first on the floor with a soft thump that could be heard, barely, by the people downstairs.

The instant Rowan landed on the ground, he was fully awake. Rowan huffed a laugh, mentally criticizing himself for not catching himself before he hit the ground.

"I must be tired.." Rowan murmured, getting himself back up onto his feet. "At least I didn't land on my back." Rowan's wings would've been hurt should that have happened, and thankfully didn't.

Rowan made his way over to the closet, yellow eyes scanning over each outfit while he thought about which to pick. He landed on a much more dull yellow and white sweatshirt than usual and a regularly plain white hoodie over it. He paired these with white jeans, of course another opposite to his twin. He didn't bother with his strawberry blonde hair, it probably looked fine anyway. Having it be a mess wasn't too bad.

Rowan made his way out of his room, listening to the sounds of chatter coming from the living room. He carried his wings behind him, keeping them close as he went down the black staircase.

Rowan poked his head into the living room looking happy as ever. He was just pretending at first, putting on a mask, though that faded when he saw people he genuinely liked to be around; friends.

"Hey guys!" Rowan greeted them, taking a seat opposite to Hayden. They tended to sit like this, always opposite from each other. It was partly because they liked leaning into trying to be different from each other while being the same in many ways and also partly because they wanted to give more room for everyone to take turns with the twins.

They were attention seekers, after all. The last time they were antisocial? The last time they took a break away from people just because? Unheard of with the twins.

"What's going on with everyone?" Rowan directed the question towards everyone in the living room.

Tiho // Hoenir // M // Mentions: Psamathe (dir), Cresil, Belvedere, Hayden, Rowan (ind)

A long time ago, people danced in this ballroom. They had two-stepped across polished marble which was hidden now by three inches of algae and marsh water. But Tiho wasn’t caught up in remembering the old days. He loved the way the water felt on his feet, the echo of splashes, and the smell like peat. And the slimy mud, yes, he even rather liked the mud, though he wouldn’t have told Cresil or Belvedere. They were lucky they hadn’t been to his home. If they bemoaned his own personal hygiene, they would keel over sideways from seeing the state of his house. Everything in the place was filthy, all green and brown. Even his books, which he valued so highly, had water-wrinkled pages and a blurred word here and there. There was, however, one book Tiho had kept in pristine condition, mostly because it wasn’t actually his. He’d borrowed a book of poetry from Psamathe, and painstaking efforts wasn’t enough to describe how hard he’d worked to keep that thing clean. It was wrapped in cloth, kept far above the water level, and he’d cleaned his hands each time before touching it. It was almost a relief that he had to return it today.

Tiho had spent his whole morning embroiled in an epic war with his muse, which in essence meant he was staring at a blank page for hours on end. He could have been doing something else, anything else, but the problem was that he couldn’t figure out a single thing to do with himself. If anything exciting was happening today, it would probably be because of Cresil. Being a god really did get boring, which was why so many gods entertained themselves with the lives of mortals. There were a lot of things to be said of Cresil, but first and foremost, Tiho liked to say that he made sure life was never boring. Centuries had a way of meandering if you didn’t make your own fun. And Cresil always knew what to do. That was the important thing to Tiho. He could never make up his mind. Not even now, as he was faced with the daunting question of what to do for the rest of the day. Maybe he should go get Cresil. Or should he wait for Cresil to come get him? He might even enjoy some less chaotic company. He still had to return Psamathe’s book. And Bel would be up by now, and Tiho certainly wouldn’t mind seeing him.

It was a good hour before Tiho finally decided, though he couldn’t say he was confident in his decision. But he set off towards Psamathe’s house with her book under his arm, fancying he would return it and then wander off in search of Cresil. Now, there were a few ways to get to Psamathe’s house. Tiho almost always went the long way around, skirting the edges of Syrena to avoid the hustle and bustle. But, he mused as he made his way down the soggy path, I’d have to go past Bel’s house if I go through town. There really wasn’t any reason that should be a big incentive, but suddenly Tiho had two options. He found himself standing at the fork in the road, looking from the town to the quiet wilderness. He shifted from foot to foot, then retrieved a coin from the folds of his robe. The coin flashed through the air, and it was decided that Tiho was going to walk through town. As he approached, he wondered if this had been the best thing for it after all. There were a lot of people. A lot of people making a lot of noise. He amused himself by keeping a running commentary in his head, some distraction from the blaring society around him.

Tiho slowed down as he got to Belvedere’s house, pulling his hair out of his face so he could see better. There was definitely movement inside, though it was hard to say who. It could have been Hayden or - Tiho muttered a few choice remarks to himself - Rowan. Tiho hovered in indecision yet again. He would have liked to have seen Bel, but he would have liked to never see Rowan again. Out came the coin again, and it told him he wouldn’t be stopping in to say hello after all. That was probably for the best. The mud on Tiho’s feet wasn’t dried yet, and Bel wouldn’t appreciate him tracking mud all across his clean floor. So Tiho turned and made his way along the path, and soon he was at Psamathe’s house. Her house, too, was always neat and cozy, and he wiped his feet rather uselessly before he went up to her doorstep to knock. As he waited for her to come to the door, he turned and looked behind him, at the path and the trees.

Buffy | He/Him | Aries
M: Open

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"Drop it- Drop-"

It was almost guranteed that the booming voiced echoed accross the foresty expanse within Syrena, even more so that it was heard since it wasn't too far from the other gods' areas off dwelling. Not that the owner of the voiced minded getting down and dirty but the sheer audacity, and by a creature of his own design! In the past this would have never happened- He was meant to be bowed down to- adored even. But things were always... a little finicky, especially before his part of the zodiac cyle. An air of unrest in the atmosphere as everything prepped for spring.
And this damned wolf was no different.

Actually there were a few wolves around him, which wasn't as odd of a thing to see occur whe he was off on his own in the outskirts of the cities. It had been a delightful day. Still a bit chilly, the final grasps of winter holding on as long as possible until his brought spring. The pack had jut happened to be out on a hunt when he had left his home, jumping around as if to say

"Look what we caught, look what we did, we felled this mighty creature".

Said creature was a lone snow hare, but the younglings would be proud even if they caught a crippled worm.

This wolf however, brought it upon himself to be the bane of The Wolf Father's existence today. In his defense he was young. In Buffy's defense you dont go trying to steal somebody's cloak when they're not looking unless you're willing to get into a fight.

'Oh but they're just animals they don't know any better'.

Buffy was calling bullshit. This bugger knew exactly what he was doing when he disrupted the day for something so petty. And this is exactly the circumstances that lead to the god wrestling a wolf with his bare hands while the others circled around as if it was some sort of highschool fight they were cheering for. Oh- and no godly powers to be used. Obviously this should have been no issue. Not even a debate about the sanctity of being in a god's presence. With humans maybe... This were wolves, and unlike humans there was a bit of an unspoken agreement between him and his kin, most animals actually. If he were to earn their respect they had to be on level ground. Usually he'd just take the shape of a wolf himself- but they seemed to want a show so he was going to give them a show.

And now his was on the muddy ground, wolf in a headlock as he fumbled trying to to keep the wolf pinned and simultaneously try to pry it's jaw open. Which was going about as well as expected, the animal wriggling and thrasing wildly. It went even worse as soon as the wolfing swung his head back and hit the god's own with a loud crack that seemed to echo far to much.

"Bloddy hells-"

Tiho // Hoenir // M // Mentions: Psamathe, Cresil (dir), Adyn, Belvedere (ind)

“Hello, Psamathe,” was Tiho’s simple reply. An outsider observer might have thought he wasn’t happy to see her, but he knew she wouldn’t take it that way. At her invitation to come in, he swept immediately through the doorway, like it was an order rather than a request. He all looked around the house upon entering. He did this every time, no matter how many times he’d been in. It was just such a stark contrast from his own home, and it made him feel claustrophobically cozy, quite a strange mix of relaxed and uncomfortable. It always struck him as odd that Psamathe, goddess of dark witchcraft and the twisted undead, would live in such a sweet little house. Despite Tiho’s efforts to clean his feet, he had already left a smear along the floor from his relaxed wings dragging along behind him.

In response to Psamathe’s question about whether he’d enjoyed the book, Tiho smiled fleetingly and held the book out to her in its wrapping. “It was a cacophony of sublime meaning,” he told her, which naturally meant he’d liked it very much. Handing it back to her, he added, “I can’t imagine how you keep them so clean.” He glanced again at the house, and his eyes lit on the mud he’d already tracked across the room. “As you can see,” he added in a deadpan voice, “I’ve brought the swamp in with me.” He didn’t make an explicit offer to help her clean, but he was sure she knew the offer was on the table. The trouble was, he usually made things much dirtier by trying to clean them.

“Tea and a book. Sounds lovely,” Tiho told her, nodding. He moved past the rows of books, looking at each title in turn. How many of these had he already read? One day he would run out, and he would have to turn elsewhere for a supply of literature. Maybe Adyn, who always seemed to have his nose in a book. Or maybe - and Tiho felt rather excited about this prospect - maybe Belvedere would be willing to lend his books to Tiho, if he promised to keep them spick and span and not get his slimy fingers all over the crisp white pages.

Tiho seated himself at the tea table, his hair sticking to the back of his chair. From here, he could see the path he had taken to Psamathe’s house. “Another day filled with adventure?” he asked her mildly, still looking out the window. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Cresil would be walking down that path soon. Tiho was very used to this kind of divine knowledge, so used to it, in fact, that he nodded down at the empty path like Psamathe would know what he was referring to. He took a sip of his tea, swirling the tea leaves in the bottom, and gave no explanation, caught up in his own thoughts.

Tiho knew where Cresil would be coming from, because he knew the old man’s light had been flickering dangerously lately, and his time had come. And Cresil surely knew it too. Tiho had been witness to that deal, the years that followed and the slow decay. Anyone could have guessed what would happen. Tiho felt some pity for the old man, like he did for many of Cresil’s mortal victims. But they were the ones who chose to make deals with him. Their fates were their own, and they chose what they wanted for themselves. It didn’t surprise Tiho anymore, how many of them chose to throw away their future for some fleeting present reward. People gave the future precious little consideration anymore, and it was their own mistakes that led to their downfall. And that, that was Tiho’s domain.

And now, there Cresil was on the path, his black hair catching the sunlight and making it dance. Tiho nodded towards the path again, this time for Psamathe’s benefit. “The web-weaver himself,” Tiho commented, rustling his wings and sending little droplets of mud all over. “Maybe you’ll have some adventure in your day yet.” He was already at the window, pulling it open, without even thinking whether Psamathe wanted such a malevolent force in her house. No matter how much Tiho liked Psamathe, whatever she wanted was far outweighed by any of Cresil’s passing whims. “Cresil,” said Tiho in an even tone, standing tall at the window and looking down on him. “I thought I might be seeing you today. Took care of it, then, did you?” It was a cryptic question, certainly not one Psamathe would have understood. Tiho said it with mild indifference, not finding he cared much either way what happened to the old man and his family. It could be Cresil’s influence that made Tiho think this way. But Tiho had felt for as long as he could remember that it was hard to care about one mortal life when time went on and on endlessly.