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dsga / pjo au / suga-centric, mostly vibes.
quests were few & far between. https://twitter.com/tsoa_txt/status/1367463216863989765
quests were few & far between. https://twitter.com/tsoa_txt/status/1367463216863989765
they were often bestowed upon those who couldn’t sit still, who heard the call of danger & responded in kind. suga admired those campers. he watched as they rose, gallant and brave, unaware or unafraid that their accolades could end in funeral shrouds.
suga wasn’t afraid of dying, not really. it was what came after that frightened him.
no one else needed to know that.
instead, he sat back at the campfire, let the children of flashier gods step forth and claim their glory.
no one else needed to know that.
instead, he sat back at the campfire, let the children of flashier gods step forth and claim their glory.
in the end, they always came home. in the end, that was what mattered most: the world guaranteed safety another night. he didn’t have to be the one to do it. he would help his friends prepare, see them off, relish in their victories and make peace with their sacrifices.
and then spring didn’t come.
it was slow. a cold march. nothing extreme, nothing out of the ordinary, just frigid. then april brought more snow. the forest grew damp, the air stayed chilly, and everyone’s eyes turned towards suga.
no one said anything, but he could feel their gazes growing hot on the back of his neck. he wanted to shout, whip around, make a scene.
/as if any of you have control over what your parents do,/ he could say. /as if i want her to stay away./
/as if any of you have control over what your parents do,/ he could say. /as if i want her to stay away./
the strawberries died. suga walked among the frozen stalks, slowly trailing back to his cabin. the light was on in the window. he frowned. he lived alone. his heart thundered in his chest as he approached, drawing up all the courage he had left, throwing the door open.
he wasn’t sure who he’d been expecting. certainly not the son of hephaestus.
“daichi,” he breathed. “you scared me.”
he wasn’t an unwelcome sight. far from it. if there was anyone he wanted to see now, it was daichi.
“daichi,” he breathed. “you scared me.”
he wasn’t an unwelcome sight. far from it. if there was anyone he wanted to see now, it was daichi.
daichi, who wooed him with handmade trinkets, who kissed him tenderly, who sat by suga’s side as others left and returned and left again. daichi, stable and soft and his. the brunette smiled. it didn’t reach his eyes.
“what is it?” suga asked.
“what is it?” suga asked.
“takeda’s calling a meeting in the morning,” daichi replied. suga pressed his mouth together. folded his arms across his chest. glanced away. he looked around his cabin. half in shadow, half in spring. like his mother, persephone. though something was keeping her away.
if takeda was calling a meeting, it meant a quest was on the horizon. suga knew there would be no sitting back this time. his mother had not come back. he would be the one to find her.
“suga,” daichi said. his voice was warm as his fires and sturdy as his anvil. he crossed the room, put his hands on suga’s shoulders. suga smiled, shook his head.
“we should rest,” suga said lightly, pressing one hand against daichi’s chest. “takeda likes his meetings early.”
“we should rest,” suga said lightly, pressing one hand against daichi’s chest. “takeda likes his meetings early.”
daichi pressed a kiss to his forehead. they moved silently, then, suga wrapped in his thoughts. he’d never met his mother. he wondered what she looked like. where she was now. if she’d be happy to see him. if she’d recognize him at all.
they crawled into bed, daichi pulling suga tight against his chest.
“if you have to go,” he whispered into suga’s hair, “you know i will go with you.”
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“if you have to go,” he whispered into suga’s hair, “you know i will go with you.”
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anyway mostly vibes i just think suga as persephone's child is something that can be so personal u know
