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@▫ aphrodite Adrift in his own serene lullaby, lost across a sea of longing that would never be fulfilled, Calypso remained blissfully unaware of the attention he was garnering. It was only when the tune finally came to an end – emotionally drained from the memories flooding over him – that the young boy’s eyes left their hazy woes showcasing a glimmer of that usual sparkle within. With a polite bow and dismissive wave wanting to escape the mountain of gleaming pedestrians ogling him like a prized beacon, Caly squirmed his way out between the crowded bodies with much struggle letting out a heavy sigh once he was free of the bustling rouges. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that…” Carding slender digits through the silky strands the nymph began to wonder if it was time to return home. It was getting late and though he didn’t have any scheduled appointments in the morning it was clear there was no sense in remaining longer than he had when so much of Olympus still remained a mister for him.

Just as his heart began to sink at the thought of another restless night alone, a familiar glint of bronzed skin caught his attention, the pale jade roaming further up the inconspicuous form towards a face that would have truly been unforgettable even amongst the worst of days. The reputation the god carried made it impossible not to notice how he glimmered even within the dwindling shadow of night, features so perfectly sculpted that it was no wonder gods and mortals alike were left stumbling over themselves in honor of the man so casually standing before him: Aphrodite. But in truth none of it mattered to Calypso. Aphrodite was merely one amongst many in a world powered by pretty faces and stolen hearts yet the smile directed at him caused a shy grin to blossom upon the petite god’s lips startled to be recognized and further acknowledged by the god of love himself. “Aph… You… Why are you… I-I mean, hello. I didn’t expect to run into anybody here this time of night.”

@▫ calypso Coming back from a late-night outing, Aphrodite felt significantly sobered by the night air. Not that he minded, stumbling back with his tipsy two left legs was not ideal, and he much rather sober up by the time he got home. At least this time, he was walking alone and not with some spangled partner who managed to get Aphrodite drunk enough to take him home. Instead of opting for the shorter path through the back alleyway, Aphrodite stared at the little park before him, smiled a bit, and walked into the trail.

The wind decided to flow through his jacket and catch at his skin, creating goosebumps in its wake. He hugged his coat closer to him, the fluffy brown jacket hugging closer to his hips. Even with the night air being so cold, he was happy with his nose starting to turn red and the tips of his ears starting to numb. He liked it, being out like this. He liked seeing the trees hide the city lights, loved the sight of it — the smell, the feeling, so refreshing.

By the time he got to the centre of the park, he was mostly sober. The only trace of alcohol left on him was the scent. Thus, he was able to recognize the voice he heard as a beautiful singing voice. It was far away, but Aphrodite felt his feet start to walk, and his knees beginning to wobble as he walked towards the sound, ignoring the path towards his apartment. Once he reached the clearing, seeing the small crowd out here at night, he smiled a bit — a beautiful boy with a beautiful voice. Jongin walked closer, closer until he was behind the farthest away person from the singing view. He smiled up at the boy, waiting for him to stop. Did he recognize him? Maybe. But he didn't care; he closed his eyes and just listened to the beauty of the voice rather than the beauty of the face.

[] OOF sorry this is so late

@▫ aphrodite The radiant sunlight dwindling behind the horizon was simply stunning, washing the sky in blossoming hues of violets and tangerine. The views on Ogygia had been equally beautiful if not more so yet there was something about being in a new environment that made everything seem so much vibrant than he could comprehend. This had become a daily ritual for the nymph, exploring the natural wonders of Olympus and the world below that he'd unfortunately never had a chance to experience in the past. But now was different. He was no longer bound and his life of solitary didn't feel quite so alone - at least it shouldn't. But he was like a toddler amongst men curious and afraid and awed by all around him. It was enough to catch a glimpse of other's lives, the smiles on their faces and the blissfully unaware who had someone to share that happiness with. Whether it was envy, intrigue, or simple jealousy Calypso could never stop himself from returning to this place.

There was a permanent sadness buried behind those pure sea foam emeralds, unmistakable to anyone who dared to look behind his blunt nature and the ethereal form that never mattered to Calypso after an eternity of loneliness. The shells weaved and braided in his silver locks glinted under the dimming sunlight, every step forward causing the sheer blues of his blouse - a near replica of the tranquil waters that had been his only companion for eons - to cling to his skin showcasing the porcelain complexion barely hidden beneath. Rosy lips parted as his song began, ethereal voice crystal and clear as it resonated throughout the park filling his surroundings with words so ancient the language had been completely lost over the centuries but the feelings behind them remained for the small crowd that gathered entranced by the hypnotic voice. A forlorn tale of melancholic splendor, of longing and love lost, joy stolen away for it was never meant to be his. But behind the pain there was hope. Perhaps someday he could have that again, that happiness that made everything else in the world disappear but until then, he sang.


[] I'm always horrible at starters so... ^^;