Realistic or Modern Iris & Thanatos Search for Romance

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  Iris

  
  
  
  

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  Not that Iris liked any day, but she really hated today.
  
  It was sunny out, sure. The weather was nice, she guessed. But of all things, Iris was at a college for gods, and it was absolutely the last fucking thing she wanted to be doing today.
  
  The worst part of all this was, somehow she and Thanatos had gotten separated. Her lifeline was just gone. She was able to survive without him, sorta, she would just be a little bit lonely—but bad things tended to happen if Thanatos was away from her for too long. Call it codependence, call it being platonic halves of each other, whatever—he needed her to keep his darkness thing or what have you away, and currently, she was unable to do that.
  
  “Dammit, Natos.” Iris trudged through the halls of the academic building of Pantheon Academy, hoping that Natos had seen a bird or something and gotten distracted. (Unlikely.) He probably took a wrong turn on their way to the art room, which was probably going to be Iris’s only classroom for the next however-long-this-was-supposed-to-be.
  
  When she reached said art room, however, Natos wasn’t there. There was a tight feeling in her chest, which she usually associated with seeing too many auras. It was almost like a certain desperation was clawing up her throat, willing her to be more panicked than she was actually willing to be about this. Natos was fine. He was a big boy.
  
  But that definitely wasn’t what was scaring her right now.
  
  Iris stepped into the room and looked around for the paints. There. She clutched a bottle of violet tempera and held it against her chest, trying to breathe deeply. In and out. In and out. Okay. It wasn’t working.
  
  Squeezing her eyes shut, Iris tried to quell her incoming panic attack. She knew if she started painting now, she would make a mess. So for now, this would have to do. In and out. In and out.
  
  Godsdammit, Natos, where the fuck did you go?
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Aristaeus

  
  
  
  

  god of rustic artisanry

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  So this was what college was like.
  
  Aristaeus couldn’t really formulate a conclusion about whether or not he liked it so far, but he could say for certain that he was incredibly anxious right now. There were so many people. His eyes were probably about to pop out of his head, they were so wide. But, well, he had essentially been a recluse for years before coming here, so there was bound to be a bit of a culture shock.
  
  Besides which, why exactly was he needed here at this academy? He already had a handle on his godly domain, as odd as it was, and he’d been making use of his skills in the mortal realm before… well. The point was, he was already pretty solidly assured of his power, so he had no idea what his purpose in being here was. Other than probably embarrassing himself. Was it too early to go running back home?
  
  He'd settled into his dorm room—a single, thank the gods, due to all his anxiety issues and his parents begging the Fates to let him off the hook—and now he was making the costly mistake of exploring the campus. Frankly, it seemed like there wasn’t much of a class structure, which was a bummer for an avid learner like him, but at least it meant he wouldn’t have to spend eons in a classroom with a bunch of people who would probably judge him harshly for whatever godsforsaken reason they chose.
  
  Oh, yeah, he was definitely thinking rationally with all these self-destructive thoughts. Aristaeus tried to relax. He tried to be cool. (Not that he was that. Ever.) Everything was going to be fine, he just needed to find a nice quiet place to read and—
  
  Not bump violently into another person. As he just did.
  
  “I-I’m sorry,” Aristaeus stammered, peering up, up, up—oh dear gods, this god was huge—until he squeaked at the sight of the imposing god before him.
  
  Dear Olympus, he was going to die today. “P-please don’t murder me.”
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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• natos
• apollo

• thanatos, god of death.

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  This is why he hated this college shit. Thanatos had gotten separated from Iris, due to their classes and now he was lost trying to get to the art room. Everyone who could see him could see him cursing under his breath as he stomped through the campus looking for one singular art fucking room. He hated being away from Iris, as his power, the power that likes to overpower him uses their separation as a way to fight him for control.
  
  Which would be bad if it ever gains it.
  
  His darkness wasn't like dark, it was black, it was cold, and it was a void of nothing. Growing up, he was encourage to let it roamed free without consequnces even if he hurts someone with it. It wasn't until he started to live with Hades, that he was taught that control is the best way to handle it. Controlling something so dark, so empty, it takes training, time, and patience. Luckily for him, he had a parent that had all three things. Hades helped him control it for as long as she could when he met Iris and the darkness stopped. Her light, her power seems to scare it almost.
  
  Now he talks like it's has a mind of it owns. It does, it speaks to him like...whispers. Whispers of the dead, of their wishes because that's what his darkness is. It's the wishes, the spirits and the power of the dead. Using it, could give him enamrous strength, but could also give up control over himself, and give into the most basic insincts. It was like he was a beast, and he could feel it fighting against the wall he had build up. It wasn't until someone bumped into that it snapped him out of his head.
  
  "Watch-" He was starting to growl out when the boy apologized and asked him not to murder him. "I don't murder idiots who bumped into me. Unless they did it on purpose. " Natos speaks out softly, as his tone changes to soften the boy and not make him so scared of him even though, he did just call him an idiot, what can he say? Old habits die hard. "Do you know where the art room is? You look like you know your way around here, and you can make up for the fact you bumped into me. And I won't murder you. "
  
  Natos suddenly asked as he couldn't help but notice him. He was kind of adorable.
  
  Kind of.

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  apollo, god of the sun.

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  Artemis was going to kill him.
  
  Her one rule was to meet before every class, and after class. It was her way of checking up on him, and to help the separation anxiety that both of them were going through. Since they didn’t share many classes, and had different dorm rooms. So this was her way to help them through this transition, by meeting up at a place at a time. Normally it would have been fine but Arty wanted to meet at an art classroom that was away from his classroom.
  
  Now he hadn’t had time to study the school that much so this art room was going to be difficult to find by just directions.
  
  Apollo is an idiot and he knows it.
  
  Back to Artemis was going to kill him. She was, because he was late. Really late. As he ran across the campus trying to find this stupid classroom. He goes back to think about his day, as normal he went to go pick up his sister from her dorm while he bothers the girl of his dreams.
  
  Iris, goddess of rainbows.
  
  Iris will not give him the time of day, and Thanatos, her best friend, glares at him every time he’s near her. It wasn’t like he just suddenly decided that he wanted to date her, no it has been a couple of months of flirting with her, of talking to her, of trying to get her to see that he wanted to be something to her. And yet nothing from her, he thinks as of right now, they are friends? A little bit of friends. He wonders where she was at the moment as he barges into an art classroom with the girl in question.
  
  ”Shit, sorry Iris, I’m trying to find-” He stops mid-sentence as he notices her state. ”Iris, what’s wrong? Where's the scary dude?” He asked as he rushed to her as she clutched a paint in her hand. ”I’m sorry but I don’t know what you need and I’m an idiot. So I really need you to tell me? Do you need to paint? Do you need me to find scary dude?” When Artemis had these, he usually just held her until she calmed down. So he decided to do just that.
  
  ”I’m going to hug you, Punch me if you need to but this is how I calm my sister down from panic attacks and I don’t know if that would work for you but it’s worth a try.” He tells her as he goes to hug her softly. Welp, today is a good day to get punched in the face.

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  Everything around her was hazy and cloudy as she breathed shallowly. Almost like she was in the middle of an ocean, Iris could barely make out the sounds around her, or the words that were being spoken to her. Her hands were squeezing the paint to a degree that meant she was probably going to splatter it all over herself, but she didn’t really care about that right now. She was alone and afraid and she couldn’t breathe and—
  
  Warmth. The sun broke through her stormclouds and enveloped her in its rays, and Iris closed her eyes to bask in it. Tension melted out of her muscles as she relaxed into the embrace, her heart rate and breathing gradually slowing down. Gibberish nonsense tumbled out of her mouth as she opened her eyes. That was when she realized it wasn’t Natos hugging her.
  
  “What the hell?” Iris leaped away, nearly crashing into the supply shelves. She caught herself just in time, her hand on her chest as her heart raced with surprise rather than panic. Her eyes zeroed in on Apollo, her roommate’s brother, and her expression soured. Never mind that the hug had calmed her down, or that she hadn’t hated it. He wasn’t Natos, and therefore she didn’t trust him.
  
  Her eyes narrowed as she put the poor strangled paint tube down. “Mind telling me what the hell that was about? Can’t I have a panic attack in peace without being harassed?” She balled her hands into fists, but she wasn’t quite willing to punch his lights out. Maybe Iris didn’t need Natos to fight her battles, but that wasn’t why she paused.
  
  Because if she was being honest, she couldn’t bring herself to punch the god who had helped her.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Oh gods oh gods oh gods. Aristaeus swallowed, cowering beneath the god before him. Did he actually shrink? He felt like he was shrinking in the face of the god before him. It didn’t matter that he was handsome or that he’d shown him some mercy in not murdering him—this god was scary beyond all belief to Ari. He wasn’t going to survive this encounter.
  
  “I-I-I p-promise it w-wasn’t on p-p-purpose,” he stammered, clutching his book against his chest as if that would stop his heart from hammering its way out of his ribcage.
  
  Yet instead of further, slightly threatening growls, the god asked him a question, and Ari’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The… art r-room…?” His vast mind was already scrolling through the information at his disposal, trying to recall if… ah, yes! The art room! Before exploring the campus today, Ari had indeed memorized a map, but he had wanted the muscle memory as well.
  
  Ignoring the threat at the end of the god’s inquiry, Ari nodded and pointed in the direction of the main academic building. “It should be in a back hallway of that building, tucked away with some other arts-related classrooms.” He paused, considering. “I-I could show you… it’s a bit of a maze in there, unfortunately, and I’m not sure I’d be able to properly describe it. Only if that’s okay with you, of course.”
  
  Well, at least he’d gotten his stuttering under control. Now if only he could look up from his fet as he spoke, he’d be golden! Not. How was he still alive, again…?
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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