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Hastur
Staring deeply into the symbol on the floor.. the only way home. Sure, everyone thought Lakeside was his home but, that was a lie. It was a different world.. a world where a mortal could not exist. They would die by the time they entered.. a world filled with gods of many shapes and sizes.. and Hastur was not special whatsoever. He only had his own little home in that place.. alone. The only company he ever got was the small, mini version of himself that he stole from the Manor.
No.. he could not do it. Not yet at least.. this new home was.. nice. Aside from the horrible things that Hastur had to do to innocent people.. the life was nice. No more getting yelled at by the higher gods.. actually having company from a few people.. either Human or not, Hastur loved it either way.
Pushing the cabinet back over that Symbol... Hastur cried a little. Even through the void that was his face, tears still came. They weren’t physical but, enough to call them tears. Even without being able to see the physical tears, look at Hastur’s hands. Whenever he cried, they shook quite a bit, and always shifted from tentacles to normal hands.
Shivering.. the door unlocked. Hastur slithered out of his room, trying to keep calm. Not the easiest thing though.. Venturing to the garden now. Patting down his yellow robes, getting some of the dust from the room off. Venturing around.. oh. Percy- the one everyone hated? Well.. the one those pesky survivors hated.
Percy also happened to be the one other person Hastur enjoyed being around. For the huge man he was, there was this calm aura coming off of him. Plus, he was quite the gentleman. That is unless a survivor is around.. then he gets angry. It’s understandable though, at least to Hastur. They were quite annoying.
Sometimes, Hastur wished he could help Percy go back to his old life. Before he died that is.. maybe it would be better for him. But.. sadly, that was not possible. Maybe for other gods, not Hastur though. He was a death god.. well, in that division. The only thing he could do to help would be to permanently kill Percy but- no. That’s- not something he would do.
Hastur was always the odd one. Told to be this, god who took people out of the world.. but Hastur never did. It was something he couldn’t do. People called him Soft, something that should not have come into this world, since he couldn’t do his job. That’s.. partly why Hastur left that world. The other? The only supportive people in his life were gone.
And now he’s staring at the white beard of Percy’s. It was well kept, and Hastur always had a liking for beards, so it was hard to look away. Plus.. Percy had such a handsome face, that Hastur imagined some things.
Oh yeah.. now he’s staring right at him. And- so was Percy. Hastur admired him for so long that he just, melted into his own thoughts.
“Ah! Good morning Percy! How are you?” Deep.. raspy voice. Hastur always had that kind of voice. But.. to some it was soothing.
Percy rubbed his beard for a moment. “Ah, good morning Hastur. I am well, how about yourself?” Percy had a more gentleman like voice.. with a soft accent to it.
Hastur stopped himself. Just everything about the man in front of him made all the lust inside go crazy. “I-I’m okay!” Hastur stuttered a lot. He knew English completely, but had trouble speaking it. Probably since he was so used to speaking a completely different language back home.
“Well that’s very nice! Anyways though, I do have somewhere to be in a few moments as it is. I apologize!” And there he goes.. down the hall. Probably a good thing though. It was so sudden and.. Hastur was not mentally prepared for the beefcake to be right there.
Hastur went back on, slithering to the garden. The only other calming place he knew of. Stretching his multiple limbs, Hastur sighed a bit. Try to get those excessive thoughts about Percy out of his head...
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Percy
“Oh my.. that was quite the awkward moment.” Percy muttered on his way down the hall. Hastur seemed very off today. Quite an odd sight for such a touch man like him. Maybe it was just a bad day? Percy knew of some people who put everyone on edge.
Taking a left, Percy opened a door. It was to his room. A small room. He grabbed his sword, only to leave after. Nightingale forced him to have a match today, and Percy hated it. It was not fun whatsoever.
Walking down the dark hallways of the Manor, Percy caressed his own beard. Just getting lost in his own thoughts. Probably about his past. That was until he ran into a wall. “Oh my..” Percy rubbed the back of his neck. “I really must pay more attention...”
Sliding through the small door leading to the old dining room, Percy sat down in the large chair, away from the table. Smelled of Hastur.. it seemed odd but, Hastur always had a strong scent to him. It was a pleasant scent though.. at least Percy thought. “Poor guy, must have had a match before me.”
There come the survivors.. dragging their feet. Naib, Melly, Murro and Margaretha. Poor Murro.. Percy wondered why he came. Such a fragile man.. staying with his boar wherever he went. It’s not like today was a good day to hurt them so, Percy figured to spend some time with the 4.
As friends of course. Those few were actually very nice. Murro especially. Even though he stayed alone a lot, Percy had a tendency to check in on him. Black fog surrounded them all.. a few moments passed and they were in a new area.
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Percy came back alongside the survivors much later. He felt bad that.. even if they escaped, it was an endless loop. For them at least, he had seen when coming a hunter leaving and they have never been seen since.
Percy slowly walked back to his own room. Opening the door, he put his sword on its shelf, and sat down on the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the ceiling. On it, there was something the first person he had ever talked to gave him. Some weird symbol that produced this calming aura.. Hastur was a great man.
Taking off his coat, Percy sighed. Taking off the beat up shirt also, he laid back on the bed. Stretching his arms, he blinked a few times. “My.. I really should talk to him soon.. he seemed off and I’m quite worried..”
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After a few moments of closing his eyes, Percy opened them again. Sitting up, he rubbed the back of his neck. Stretching yet again, he looked at the door. Standing up, Percy quickly threw on his clothes, before sliding out the door.
Walking down the hall, Percy hummed a little. A deep hum, not like he had a choice though. Percy ran into yet another wall. “My.. how much do I get stuck in my own thoughts?”
Luckily for him though, the wall was right next to Hastur’s room. Turning towards it, Percy took a deep breath. Knocking on the door, Percy started to tap his foot.
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Hastur
Pacing around the room. Hastur was internally screaming. More bad news.. He almost passed out seeing Percy, and now someone was at his door! Could this day get any worse?
Hastur slowly slithered to the door. Cmon.. be strong. Hastur opened it, oh. Percy.. just as bad.. but good? He started at Percy’s face.. out of instinct. It was just so beautiful..
“Hastur! I was quite worried about you. Before I had to leave, you seemed very off. Not your usual tough self.” Small chuckle. “I just wanted to check on you.”
Hastur took a deep breath.. he’s okay now. “Ah! I’m okay.. I think? Just been on edge lately is all!” Oh. He’s staring at Percy again.. keeping the urge back to switch faces and kiss him.