Fate is a Strange thing (MxM) (God/Mortal) (Closed w/matsukaze)

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    Faerdhinen's tail and ears puffed up in shocked as he was suddenly pulled into a hug by Cyros. The male's yes widened once more and his breathing hitched as he listened to the other's concerned words. How could he explain these... feelings, feelings he shouldn't have to the Mortal? Panic built in him and he clenched his hands in fists, frustrated with himself. "I..." he faltered, bowing his head until his forehead touched the others body. It was then that he took in the fact that he was being held by Cyros. Faerdhinen bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, feeling his taunt body relax as he focused on the gentleness that the other showed him.

    "I'm sorry. I don't know what is happening. I'm... I'm confused," the god rasped out. "In all the millennium that I've lived, I've never felt this way." Swallowing thickly, he tried to get his thoughts in order, to explain what he felt and why it was confusing him. "I care about people, Mortals and others alike. But you, it is different for you. N-Not bad. Just different," he continued hesitantly, before falling silent. What else could he say?

    Cyros was honestly terrified of Faerdhinen's reaction to being forcefully hugged but when the god relaxed in his touch and finally rested against him, he let out a soft sigh of relief. The man gently rubbed Faerdhinen's back in a soothing motion while he spoke and honestly, nothing could have prepared him for what the god eventually said.


    His breath hitched and he swallowed back a lump that formed in his throat, trying to control his intense emotions although the one thing he couldn't control was the intense beating of his heart. The man looked down at Faerdhinen and slid a hand tenderly across his hair. "Faerdhinen.." he sighed heavily, daring to kiss the side of his head lightly. "I think I've got the same problem. There's this god who saved my life and brought me into his home, gave me a place to stay and everything. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him." he sighed, hoping his playful tone and silly way of exposing his feelings would relax the god more.

    As undignified as it may be, Faerdhinen couldn't help but let out a squeak as Cyros ran his fingers through his hair and even kiss his head. That was definitely not what he excepted. He expected anger, disgust, confusion. But no, instead the man confused his own feelings that he apparently had for the god. Closing his eyes, he realized that he could feel the man's beating heart, it matched his own racing heart. Quickly, he tried to form something to say, anything at this point. Yet every time he opened his mouth nothing came out.

    Taking a few shaky breathes he finally managed to get something out, "Love... You... Love me?" he whispered, his bewilderment obvious. Faerdhinen hands shook some, as he placed his hands upon the mortals bare shoulders. Warm.


    Slowly, Faerdhinen pulled back from Cyros and his golden eyes, swirling with emotion met the other set of eyes. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he cleared his throat, "I... love you too." His voice barely rose about a whisper, but his words were sincere.

    Cyros felt and overwhelming sense of happiness as the god admitted to loving him too and he nearly wept with joy. He cupped Faerdhinen's cheek and gave him a quick, tender kiss on the lips. "Not sure if you and your fellow gods exchange kisses but in the human world, kisses are how we show affection." he hummed, sliding his fingertips through Faerdhinen's hair again. He pulled him into one more gentle hug and sighed against his shoulder happily.


    Cyros eventually pulled away and sat on the bed, gently tugging Faerdhinen down beside him. "I know now why you were acting funny when I touched you but what was the reason for what happened in the temple today? You became all stiff, like you'd just been stabbed or sonething.." he spoke softly, grey eyes flashing briefly with concern.

    Faerdhinen had never felt more flustered nor happy before, least not that he could remember and his memory was quite good. Raising his fingers to his lips, he touched them and found he liked the feeling of Cyros' lips on his. Not bothering to hide the smile that touched his face he sat beside Cyros and leaned against his shoulder, feeling blissful. That is until his question, then he grimaced. The god had forgotten that incident, he normally was able to not react when he has visions, especially when he knew there were others around.


    Faerdhinen took a moment to think about this. Should he tell him? He would like someone else to know, to understand. But, did he want to put that on Cyros? Plus, how would the mortal see this... 'gift'? Would he be horrified and want nothing to do with him? What about the fact that he didn't save that human, he failed. Would Cyros be upset that he failed to rescue the Mortal? Well, he supposed there was only one way to find out.

    "I am sorry for that. Normally I am much better at not reacting... You see, One of my... gifts, per say. Is the ability to know when Mortals or others are hurting, with that knowledge I am receive vision of their current situation. Tis how I found you, actually," Faerdhinen explained slowly. "As for earlier, I saw someone. A girl, I believe. Twas hard to tell. She was begging for help in the vision and before I could react... Her life was taken." The god finished dully, eyes glazing at the remembrance. "So much blood," he whispered, not realizing that he said this aloud and not mentally.

    Cyros slid an arm around Faerdhinen as the man sat beside him and leaned on his shoulder. He listened to the god speak about the reasoning for his episode in the temple and felt his heart ache. "Oh, Faerdhinen.." he sighed sadly and kissed the top of his head softly. He pulled the god closer and rested his chin on Faerdhinen's head, rubbing his arm softly. "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you take your mind off of it?" he asked, peering down at the man in his arms.


    Cyros didn't really know how to help the god with a problem like that but he knew he could help with taking his mind off of the pain of the visions.

    Faerdhinen thought about it, really thought about it. Now that he knew Cyros wouldn't leave or look at him poorly for this, he wasn't sure what to say now. Swallowing he gazed up at him though his eyelashes and gave a small smile. "I don't honestly know. But... thank you, Cyros. For not taking it badly. I've never told anyone about this, it's always seemed too taboo. Just having someone know helps," he said wholeheartedly.


    The gods head was placed against Cyros chest and he listened contentedly to his heartbeat, feeling more relaxed than he had in a very long time. "I'm so glad that you are here with me. I hate knowing how much pain you had been through before coming here, but I am happy that you appeared to me," Faerdhinen breathed, snuggling against the warm man.


    After a moment's silence he spoke softly, "Cyros, may I know more about you? Like... if you had family back on the Mortal Plane? Any goals you wanted to accomplish? Any... lovers?" he asked the last one more reluctantly, before speaking once more, "And is there anything you would like to know about me?"

    Cyros nodded with a warm smile after Faerdhinen responded. "Well, I'll always be here so if you ever need anything, please tell me." he murmured softly, squeezing his shoulder lightly. The man listened closely as Faerdhinen continued on, his words tugging at Cyros' already bleeding heart. "I'm glad I'm here too, Faerdhinen. I'm happy I ended up here, even if the circumstances of us meeting weren't great." he murmured, kissing his head softly.


    When asked about his life before he ended up here he tensed up slightly, a slow breath escaping him. "The only family I had was my mother. My father died before I was born and I was an only child. My mom died when I was about 19 from a terrible sickness and from then on it was just me." he murmured, briefly remembering his mother and how much he'd loved her "As for goals, the only real goal I had was to see the world. I was obsessed with traveling, but that was about it. Or at least nothing else comes to mind." he hummed. At Faerdhinen's last question, he couldn't help but laugh heartily. The way Faerdhinen had asked was so cute and shy and it made Cyros incredibly happy. "No, I didn't have any true lovers. A couple flings, yes, but never a true, wholesome companionship with anyone." he murmured, glancing down at Faerdhinen. "Until you.."

    Faerdhinen nodded slightly, he would go to Cyros if he needed anyone to talk to about the visions. That he was certain of. Fate was just a strange mistress, over the many years of life the god saw people meet, drift apart, or die parting them forever. It was even stranger that while it has been a very long time since the first mortal was brought here, when he first became a god these vision had not appeared. They didn't appear until much later and his going to rescue them also did not happen until later. Once the urge of needing to go to them became too much to bear.


    Faerdhinen thoughts danced around until he was kissed on the head and he couldn't help but nuzzle Cyros, purring softly.


    As the man began to talk about his family, Faerdhinen listened intently. Hearing that he had lost his only true family so early on saddened him greatly, life all alone was such a sad thought. "You aren't alone anymore," he quietly said, mentally making a promise to always be there for Cyros. 'The world huh?' Faerdhinen thought, it was a good goal. He himself enjoyed moving around the realms when he was able as well. Seeing how people lived and what their environment was like always intrigued the god.


    The laugh that sprang from Cyros was utterly heart melting, Faerdhinen went bright red as he realized what a silly question that had been. But, he did not regret it. Not when he got to hear such a beautiful laugh. In fact, he was so entranced by it he almost missed the mortals answer to his question. Ducking his head, he smiled widely to himself. Cyros really thought that much of him? Wow.

    Cyros was a bit surprised by the sound of Faerdhinen purring but it was also calming to hear. Precious, too. He decided then to lay back fully on his bed, carefully pulling Faerdhinen down as well and tucking the god against his side. "I know. Thank you..." he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. Cyros didn't know if the kisses were too much for Faerdhinen since the god wasn't used to so much affection but he just couldn't help it.


    Cyros stayed quiet after than, simply gazing down at the man in his arms with pure love and affection. He'd never been given a chance to love someone like this, to show his true side to, and he was glad his first time experiencing it all was with Faerdhinen. "I'm going to be honest here, I am extremely tired and I'm considering taking a nap. I don't know if gods sleep or anything but you're welcome to stay if you'd like. The company would be nice.."

    (Hmm, any ideas of something dramatic we should do? Or would you rather continue at this pace?)


    In a blink of an eye he was laying with Cyros, pressed up against his side. It was rather comfortable and leaving it was the last thing on his mind. Not to mention the kisses were quite nice as well, it was still a bit different to be touched in such a manner but he found it nice and warming. Placing a hand on the mortals chest, he traced circles absently. Biting at his lower lip, he then leaned close to his neck and pressed a light kiss to it. After, he nuzzled him and nodded some. "Sleep then. You need all the rest you can get. We immortals don't sleep often but if it means staying by your side longer than I'll happily sleep."


    (I really like RPing with you and I have this other idea of a Rp I'd like to do and was wondering if you like to RP it with me? If not that is totally fine, but here is the idea-


    Plot idea-

    The post was edited 1 time, last by ShyDragon ().

    //Well, I was thinking perhaps their could be a god who was banished from the ethereal realm for trying to take over/rule all the gods or something like that, and Faerdhinen is the one who banished him but somehow he manages to get free and is now out for revenge so he goes after the one thing Faerdhinen cares about: Cyros.


    As for your other plot I'd gladly rp that with you ^^


    Cyros smiled with his eyes closed at the feeling of Faerdhinen tucked against his side. He wrapped his arm tightly around the god and kissed the top of his head sweetly, running his fingers through his soft locks. He let out a happy hum in his throat at the feeling of Faerdhinen kissing at his neck and gently squeezed his shoulder. "Thank you.." he murmured as he settled in to the bed, turning onto his side and pulling the god close so he could bury his nose into his hair.

    (Oooh, I like that idea! Who is going to RP that god?

    Great! I'll go post it and then post the link here. I'm not completely done with my character but I have the rest done.)


    Faerdhinen woke many hours later, the sun was low in the sky and he could hear muttering voices outside the bedroom doors. None seemed brave enough to enter though, for that the god was thankful. He personally had no problem with them seeing him and Cyros but he didn't want them to overwhelm the mortal, not when he was still healing.

    Turning his attention to said mortal snuggled close to him he smiled softly, gold eyes twinkling. Cyros was such a handsome man. The haphazard way of his hair and the strong facial features. Even his smell was intoxicating. Leaning forward he laid a kiss to his cheek, then very carefully untangled him from the man and slipped off of the bed. Sadly, he had godly duties to take care of, and he could feel that someone out there was very nervous. That worried Faerdhinen.

    //I'll play the other god ^^

    varox


    Cyros slept peacefully even when Faerdhinen pulled away from his side and got up. He simply rolled onto his side and curled up slightly, pulling a pillow to his chest.


    A servant of a nearby god was pacing outside the door of Cyros' bedroom, waiting patiently for Faerdhinen to exit. His patience wore thin and he opened the door in time to see Faerdhinen stand and leave the bed. "Faerdhinen...we have to talk." he said urgently, ushering the other out. The servant moved to the hallway, pulling Faerdhinen along with him. "I was sent here to warn you. It's Varox...he's escaped his prison and no one can find him.." the man said hurriedly, clearly distressed. "He simply left a message and it had your name on it. No one else has been able to read it...it's in an ancient tongue." he murmured as he passed the note to Faerdhinen.

    Faerdhinen had to admit to be a bit surprised to be suddenly dragged from the room, but his focus was mostly on the fact that this servant was so distressed. Once he was pulled away from the room the servant spoke, causing Faerdhinen to feel his whole being tense and for genuine fear to cross his mind. 'Varox?' He thought dully. Not him, anyone but him.


    The god barely processed the servants words when a note was pressed into his shaking hands. Looking down at his it felt ill, the words were old enough for most gods to not know it. Actually, to Faerdhinen's knowledge the only two to did was himself and Varox. Before Varox had betrayed the Realm, the two had been... close. Well, as close as two gods could be. When Varox chose darkness Faerdhinen knew that one day he would need to use his magic to banish him, then when the day finally came he did. Afterward he did his best to forget about the god, using his magic to do such a cruel thing killed him. Even if it was the right thing to do.


    Shoving the past away from his mind, he read the note and swallowed thickly. Crushing the letter in his hand Faerdhinen cleared his throat and faced the servant, eyes hard. "From this point on alert all Gods and Goddess to be wary of anyone new. Do not invite anyone into the realm and tell them to not leave their real either. Varox is after me, but I will not allow anyone else to be harmed. Tell all the Mortals here to stay into, leaving the temple can result in pain, if not death," he spoke in an almost detached manner, unlike his usually warm demeanor.


    Lips pursed, Faerdhinen turned on his heel and headed to his study. He had to find Varox.