Hasiya | Genderfluid | Deity of Blood, Communication, and Willpower

M: Deities (dir.) and Theyo (dir.)

“On it, boss!” Hasiya said the moment Mila gave him instruction to boil water, giving a mini, two finger salute to the mother of the house. Slipping off the counter, Hasiya grabbed the kettle and held it under the faucet to fill it up almost to the brim before placing it on the burner to boil. Hasiya drummed her fingers along the counter, waiting for the burner to pick up heat before turning to watch as Mila began bringing eggs and toast to others. Hasiya huffed softly and began to place the cups-somewhat aggressively- on the counter.

Mila left Hasiya the pan with the rest of the eggs in it and Hasiya grabbed a fork before sitting back on the counter and beginning to shovel them into her mouth. Hasiya listened into what Theyo was saying and chuckled, swallowing down the current mouthful of food before wiping the corners of her mouth.

“Eh, don’t you think you’re downplaying the human’s chaos, a little, Theyo?” Hasiya called out to him with a smirk, knowing it would frighten the other gods if she played into Theyo’s obvious jest. “All of them acting like heathens and hooligans and causing war and disaster and the likes! And have you seen the-” Hasiya paused. “Morrigan?”

Morrigan suddenly looked coldly at Theyo as the temperature seemed to drop. His brows were furrowed, eyes narrowed, and posture stiff but offensive. Every word of his was filled with disgust for Theyo and for some reason Hasiya felt a twist in her gut. It felt wrong to see him this mad, this furious, over such a simple comment but she needed him to stop. Her right eye burned as she had to put her pan down to quickly remove her sunglasses and- fuck, it hurt!- rub her eyes which was burning by searing pain that pierced through the rest of her skull-

“EEEEEEEEE!”

The kettle went off as Thalinna walked up to Morrigan.

Hasiya silently stumbled off the counter and removed the kettle from the stove as the burning slowly dissipated as the air grew a fraction less tense. Taking a deep breath, Hasiya’s gloved hands gripped the metal of the kettle itself as if to affirm her mettle, her strength, her will. She was not weak. She just… It was just what Morrigan did.

Pouring out the hot water into the cups, he made sure to put the proper tea bags in everyone’s mugs. Hasiya’s eyes glowed slightly under the sunglasses as she looked between Thalinna and Morrigan, her powers cuing her into all she needed to know. Hasiya brought the mugs into the living room where everyone else was with a bright smile. Her hands were still steaming and her gloves needed to be replaced. Hasiya just strode in with a large smile and offered mugs to Morrigan and Thalinna first, inserting herself right next to them to the point where they were obligated to take a step back and apart.

“Tea!” Hasiya just said simply with a large smile, knowing she would earn glares from Thalinna. She said nothing else until the tea was taken before setting out more tea on the coffee table in the living room with a content hum. Hasiya sat down on the couch next to Theyo and personally handed him his mug. As she did, she leaned forward towards his ear.

“Hey, I’m sorry about them, the others can be a bit touchy sometimes,” Hasiya muttered softly. “Look, I get that you might need some quiet, space away from them, you need to be away from them when they start to actually fight, and I need to talk to you sooo..,” his eyes glowed that maroon color as his throat glowed like a dragon’s mouth before spewing fire, “I would like to meet with you upstairs in two minutes.” Hasiya pulled away and smiled, the glowing having faded after Hasiya’s power to persuade others dissipated. It was not an oppressive ability, though she unfortunately still had access to those despite hating them so dearly, but it was merely to suggest to the person what to do. Hasiya looked around at the others and gave a warm smile.

“Welp! Just for the sake of scheduling, why don’t we quickly finish tea so we can get going to the human world? There’s no need to fight in front of company and I’d hate for our family squabbles to get in the way of our buisness!” Hasiya said with a smile slouching into the couch. She really did not want to use her powers on the others, but she would if she had to. He hated this burning, itching, bleeding feeling in his skull and eye.

M: (Dir) The gods & Theyo

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Mila shot a quick warning scowl in the direction of as she heard cups clattering a little more than necessary. It seemed much like... Well she hated to admit it, but like a mother would when warning. She pinched the bridge of her nose as the watched him shovelling the eggs into his mouths right out of the pan. Problem for another day.
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She watched the dmeigod get up with his plate- opening her mouth for a moment before realising he was washing his own plate.

"Oh- dear you didn't have to," She responded as the demigod sat down, hoping she sounded appreciative.
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She raised her brows as he spoke again. Shambles. But she had just- in was only early summer, and she knew for a fact humans never caused mass destruction without her domain being attacked in some way. She pursed her lips as if she was going to say something- but the Time and Death beat her to it. Instead she shoved another mouthful of eggs in, looking straight at the demigod as if she felt she was in on whatever this was with him. But she could hear the tone of Morrigan's voice sharpening slightly, and goodness this would escalate quickly.
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"Even if this is true- He's young- last night was overwhelming enough. If things are truly that bad one extra day with us getting the full picture will not be the end of the world. I'm sure you would have noticed an unusual tick in the number of souls needing guidance?" She didn't point out that she had just been down there to make sure the season changed accordingly much like Ambrose had said, but she didn't need to.

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All was revealed as soon as Thea piped in, her laugh cutting through the overwhelming tension. Mila raised a brow as her getting all cozy with Morrigan- it seemed rather a theatric display, even for Thalinna. Perhaps she had been in on whatever joke this was. Seems she was taking the reigns with easing the situation though, in her own way.
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She jumped up as soon as Hasiya yelled tea was ready, forcing a smile and clapping as she did so, like a teacher would to get some children's attention.

"See? All is perfectly fine- and how do they say- dandy?" She turned towards Hasiya, giving her a grateful smile for the interruption.
"Thank you so much dearling. Well now that we're all well and awake as Thea said, who else wants some tea? Or I can retrieve some coffee?" She asked, pointededly looking at the other gods. It seemed Hasiya might need to remind them all what a "pratical joke" was. Whether the timing was appropriate or not was unimportant for the time being. The demigods were always so awfully young- and equally foolish.
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She was dragged out of her thoughts as soon as Thea mentioned asskicking, raising an eyebrow as if she was about to challenge that idea.
"Ha! Cute," was all she added.
"So it's agreed, tea and then a file trip!" She finished, not waiting for the other gods to agree nor reject the idea. It was obvious that a trip was needed, any argument could only be to stir up some more drama.

He was still watching Theyo, throughout the entire time he had come back to the couch. Well, except for that little interaction with Morrigan.

"I meant that in the nicest way possible, but we all know Death is just a small part of time." Ambrose almost smiled but it wasn't exactly the time for it. The demigods confidence in him though, that was fun.

'It's been a while since there was a demigod I liked.' Ambrose thought to himself, gaze drifting towards Haisya when the god of willpower and communication leaned towards his favourite demigod. Ambrose was a little bit curious to hear what Haisya had said to Theyo, but it wasn't such a huge deal. Right?

Ambrose set a stare on the demigod, somewhat accidentally and unintentionally. He tended to stare when he wanted answers but didn't want to ask directly who or what had the answers.

The stare did look a little aggressive as well, to anyone who wasn't used to it already. Theyo wouldn't have been, Theyo hadn't been around as much as the rest of the gods throughout this little house.

"Anyways," Ambrose began to talk, pretending like he hadn't been just staring, and wasn't still. "Do you guys have specific places you'd like to go to in the human cities? I believe there was a place called..." Ambrose paused for a moment, thinking, trying to recall the name of the place.

"I think it's called 'Bean There Cafe'? It was a coffee shop I used to go to back when I used to visit." Ambrose looked around at the gods in the same room as him. "Thea, ever heard of it?"

Ambrose feared it had been taken down, it wasn't a popular place. It had the best of everything. Sandwhiches, coffee, cake pops, you name it. Maybe they rebranded though? Maybe nobody would know about them because they grew and got a better name or something.

"Maybe we should check in with the other demigods on the way, I imagine they've been pretty lonely without us." Ambrose suggested. Surely the demigods were around still too, right?

The little pang of fear that hit Ambrose when he remembered what Theyo had said about the state of the human cities, worried him a little bit.

'I'm sure it's fine, it is just a joke after all.' He still worried, regardless of what anybody said. If it wasn't like an apocalypse when they visited, Ambrose was still concerned that humans may have become more chaotic and what if they had forgotten about the gods?

Not Thea or Haisya, they joined the humans often enough, but what about Ambrose and Morrigan who didn't visit much? Did they forget about them?

Joshua Tilki // 23 // Human // M // Mentions: Cal, Bodhi, Norrix, Astraea

Josh and Cal continued to chatter, and though Josh didn’t give any verbal reaction, he couldn’t help letting out a little exhale of air as Cal called his mother a “saint.” It wasn’t derisive - on the contrary, Josh couldn’t find any point to argue. She was sweet, and maybe she was a bit judgemental, and she set such high standards, but she did mean well. It seemed to him that everyone in town knew and liked his mother. As Cal mentioned the goddess of love, Josh noted the distinctly bitter tone to their voice. He wasn’t so stupid that he couldn’t put two and two together, and figured something must have happened to Cal since they last saw each other - something romantic, probably. But the conversation was moving on, and Josh didn’t pry.

As Cal brought up attracting a lucky someone, Josh’s hand was immediately back at his hair. It was combed back perfectly. Or it had been, before Cal had gone and scruffed it up. Joshua simply laughed as Cal rectified “girl” or “girl or guy.” Josh had dated a lot of people in high school, of any and every gender. This was hardly a problem for him - with the gods representing a wide range of sexualities, this wasn’t a common issue in town. In other places, though . . .that could be different.

Cal gave Josh a little tease about his flaunting, and though Josh remained grinning and aloof, he did turn the phrase over in his head. “But the key with flaunting is knowing when to do it.” What did that mean? Was Josh being too confident? Was that even possible? It wasn’t like they were at a funeral or anything - he wouldn’t flaunt at a funeral. He could be properly somber if the occasion called for it. I could be somber right now, dammit, Josh thought to himself, ready to defend himself in his imaginary argument, prepared to commence full blowing-things-out-of-proportion. He deflated slightly, trying to find just the right amount of flaunting. But he puffed right back up when Bodhi came strolling along, and by the time everyone had gathered he was back to chest out, smile hitched on, like he always was.

As Cal introduced herself, she gave a roguish grin and a simple compliment: “Nice tats.” Josh was smiling wickedly even before they started stumbling over themselves to apologize, and he gave a laugh thinly disguised as a cough into his hand, glancing sideways at Cal and catching their eye. Josh was still vigorously petting Nectar’s head, and she was panting and wiggling happily. Though, really, Josh couldn’t say he was giving her half as much attention as Cal, who absolutely looked like Christmas had come early. Josh was just getting ready to say something, but it looked like Bodhi had beaten him to it. Josh scowled and knelt down to look Nectar in the eye, just to distract him from hearing how effortlessly Cal and Bodhi were talking to each other. “She’s a real beaut,” Josh told Norrix, nodding at Nectar. “Looks like she’s doing good. You’re both doing good, huh? What are you doing nowadays? Job-wise.”

Josh was happy making some light chit-chat until Bodhi cleared off, but he was suddenly distracted by a truly terrible suggestion from Cal. He wanted Bodhi to come with them? It wasn’t even that Josh hated Bodhi, because he didn’t really - he didn’t trust him, but he didn’t hate him. But Josh had just gotten back, and he wanted to catch up with Cal. And he wouldn’t have guessed that Bodhi was any too keen on hanging out with him either. Josh hadn’t planned for this, he hadn’t accounted for this, and he felt frozen in place trying to decide what to do. If he said no, he’d look like an ass, and he didn’t want Cal to think that about him. It was nothing short of a miracle, then, when Bodhi immediately turned down the offer. So if someone’s going to look bad, Josh thought with relief, at least it’s not me. He shrugged like he couldn’t care less, and turned away as Bodhi left, figuring he wouldn’t get any kind of goodbye.

Joshua gave a sarcastic look to Cal and Norrix, like they were all in on some kind of joke together. “That’s Bodhi for you, isn’t it? But hey, Cal, you want a third person to tag along?” He nodded towards Norrix, then turned directly to her. “Had something to eat yet, Norri? We’re just gonna walk down and grab a bite, you want to come with us?” He wouldn’t have asked her if Cal hadn’t just asked Bodhi. It wasn’t necessarily out of spite - maybe a little out of spite. But mostly because now that Cal had invited someone else, Josh felt it wouldn’t be too rude for him to do the same. He wanted to socialize, wanted to catch up with them, and it would be great to be able to talk to both at the same time - and they seemed to be getting along.

Josh waited for their replies, and as he did he glanced aside and noticed someone else he was sure he knew. The last few weeks had been a barrage of old acquaintances, and it looked like today was going to be no different. “Hey!” he called out, because they had just turned on their heels to walk away. He took a step back to get a better look, squinting as he tried to remember where he knew her from. And then it clicked. Astraea. The demigod. The girl from school, though she hardly looked like a fourteen-year-old anymore. She also, inexplicably, had a large bird on her shoulder. Josh wasn’t sure what he could even say to her, but he had just yelled after her, and he ought to say something. “Astraea,” he said in a tone that was even but not cold. “Josh. Remember me?”