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Tw: Homophobia, sexism, violence, potentially distressing sexual content, bigotry and violence against Trans individuals, more possible

He shoved his clothing into a backpack, enough for two days, and on top of it his toothbrush in a plastic bag. Snagging his bathroom tote he dumped the rest of his amenities into the front pouch and zipped it roughly shut. He didn't have much left to his name anymore at this point, his mother having burnt most of it in the fire pit in the back yard. It'd become a game to his half siblings; 'Find where Max hid their things and you'll get sweets.' Tucking a canvas bag's strap over his head and his backpack on he filled the side bag with a sweater, spare socks, and his laptop wrapped in a thin blanket. He couldn't take it here anymore. The constant push for his conformity. Stand with your sisters and put on a smile while every word stung like mama's spoon on his skin.... she'd been so kind when he was small, before he knew he was different than his siblings. Before he realized they didn't feel like he did. Quietly, shoes in one hand and the other on the wall, he tiptoed down the hall. Every creek of the wood floor made him pause. He knew his older brother would be awake doing his school on his laptop in the living room and he was in no mood to explain what he was doing. Mama didn't let anyone even consider moving out until they were 25, but he refused to wait anymore. Slipping out of the screen back door he put on his shoes and hopped off the porch to the grass and headed for the road. The drizzling rain tamped down his curls and the pavement glittered beneath the moonlight. He was free. And hungry.... He headed toward downtown and stopped at the McDonald's to get out of the rain and order food. He traded the damp bill for a sandwich and drink, the quiet building an odd kingdom of its own in the midnight hours. He slid into the booth and unwrapped his food, quietly eating alone, thrilling in that he was out of the house even if he didn't know where to go. He knew there was a friend a state to the south he could go to that'd let him stay for a few days... Moros

10:29

e he thumped his head to the table. This was a dumb idea...

10:30

@lucraz

Aphrodite had been forced to change with the times as the world grew and expanded, both in numbers as more and more people were born and lived as well as ideas as those grew and morphed as those same people’s outlooks changed. Olympus had undoubtedly had its share of growing pains as each god’s sphere grew and shifted. The mortal’s fixation on the greek pantheon waned and eventually turned into curiosity or fell away entirely as the average person ceased to think of them at all anymore. Still, even as the gods worked and failed to keep up, Aphrodite couldn’t help but wish the world changed even faster than it did. Arguably his sphere was the most eternal, after all, love was almost completely universal, with only the occasional individual entirely uninterested or given no opportunity to experience the sole emotion he stood for. Granted the fact that love was only a single emotion really belied just how many forms it could take or how complicated it could be. It really made him wish he had more staff. At least someone other than Eros. She may have been nice before when playing with greek officials was the highest form of entertainment available to him, but with eight billion people on the planet, making people fall in love instead of letting them fall in love of their own volition was not high on his priority list. blankspace

20:27

Especially now. The eons the gods had existed changed all of them, but as people became more and more aware of the different kinds of love they felt, it changed him the most. Now it felt as if the entire pantheon resided in his brain, each particular kind of love a new sphere and personality, a new facet of himself that exerted itself and guided his actions. His current form was guided by self-love, after all, resulting in this casual yet comfortable appearance and body. He did enjoy it at least though, he felt old by now after all, and having an appearance that showed that yet offered the chance for stern words to the rest of the gods had been fun. Appearance aside though the concerns of the mortals still did guide his concerns and now the bulk of the projects he focused on involved those that rejected themselves, however they may have gotten there. Most people didn’t require too much of his active attention, but one doesn’t exist as a god for untold and eternal time without learning to indulge their desires. So whenever a special case, or sometimes simply an interesting person, crossed his sphere he liked to employ a more personal touch. Aphrodite usually claimed that it kept him more in touch with the mortals he was overseeing, but really the gods had long stopped needing reasons to descend to the mortal realm. If they had ever. So when an individual named Max caught his attention, a boy so determined to break away from the people tearing him down that he couldn’t help but act, even if most would call his actions rash and foolhardy, Aphrodite couldn’t help but turn his attention towards him. Most people might judge his action that way, but Aphrodite was not most people and not even most gods. Passion of any kind enthralled him and as the young man sat alone in the worn booth of a fast food station, Aphrodite couldn’t help but send his blessing down, trying to provide at least a little comfort and some reassurance that his choices were right.