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museboxofmuses2019-09-14 02:24 am
steppechild) wrote in museboxofmuses2019-09-14 02:24 am
Obligatory College AU
Prometheus groaned loud enough to wake the dead as he sprawled dramatically over the living room's sofa, his students' papers slipping out of his hand to scatter all over the carpet. Scrawled over the papers were a lot of red pen, and Prometheus's notoriously shit handwriting that was incomprehensible to all (including Prometheus himself).
His freshmen students were going to be the death of him.
"Not a single pass..." he grumbled, idly scratching at his bare stomach. It was a hot, summery weekend, so he was dressed accordingly (shorts and crop top obviously), but instead of getting to sun outside or do anything else fun, he had been stuck marking his students' papers for an unofficial 'end of term' test in preparation for their exams.
The freshmen did abysmally. Then again, they always did, but he always had at least one pass! Not this time! Ugh, the admins were going to start crawling up his ass again over this. They always did whenever more than 50% of his classes started failing, which was, uh, every term, really.
Prometheus pouted. It wasn't his fault that the students didn't understand basic and simple concepts!
He rolled onto his stomach, his arm dangling over the edge of the sofa, and morosely swatted at one of the papers littering the carpet. It wasn't just the admins, though. Hades was going to get on his case about this too. For some reason (Prometheus was blaming the admins), he started actually caring about how Prometheus taught his classes (probably because some of his students were under Prometheus's care, and they were a bunch of whiners who kept complaining about him to Hades). He'll be disappointed in him. Hades being disappointed in him was Awful.
His freshmen students were going to be the death of him.
"Not a single pass..." he grumbled, idly scratching at his bare stomach. It was a hot, summery weekend, so he was dressed accordingly (shorts and crop top obviously), but instead of getting to sun outside or do anything else fun, he had been stuck marking his students' papers for an unofficial 'end of term' test in preparation for their exams.
The freshmen did abysmally. Then again, they always did, but he always had at least one pass! Not this time! Ugh, the admins were going to start crawling up his ass again over this. They always did whenever more than 50% of his classes started failing, which was, uh, every term, really.
Prometheus pouted. It wasn't his fault that the students didn't understand basic and simple concepts!
He rolled onto his stomach, his arm dangling over the edge of the sofa, and morosely swatted at one of the papers littering the carpet. It wasn't just the admins, though. Hades was going to get on his case about this too. For some reason (Prometheus was blaming the admins), he started actually caring about how Prometheus taught his classes (probably because some of his students were under Prometheus's care, and they were a bunch of whiners who kept complaining about him to Hades). He'll be disappointed in him. Hades being disappointed in him was Awful.
no subject
“If I am, do you object?” Hades might be shrewd, bit he wasn’t a liar. He sat himself next to Prometheus, eating contentedly and considering his next moves. He popped a caffeine pill out of its wrapper by his bedside and drank it down with a swallow of wine.
Once Prometheus was asleep, there would be more more objecting to whatever he might do with his students’ final exams. Perfect...
—
Roughly ten years his junior, of course. He almost expected younger.
“Several times... I should have expected as much from one of Hythlodaeus’ people. Well, that hardly changes anything. I’ll take you onsite tomorrow. So long as you don’t get arrested again before then...”
Some wiggle room, that was nice. Not that he’d be able to get anyone to do it sooner or in the left over time if this guy fucked it all up. They really were at each other’s mercy right now, and Hades could just feel his insurance premiums going up.
“Learn anything of note from Hythe?”
no subject
But could he be blamed? Prometheus wasn't the 'fuck and immediately sleep' type, like Hades was - in fact, sex energised him somewhat after a brief moment of sleepiness - but right now he was drained after getting the ever living shit fucked out of him. In a good way. Also, he'd been tired anyways when Hades came home, so this was like the straw that broke the sleepy camel's back.
"Mn, no... I don't object," he mumbled, slumping a little bit more against his pillows. His spoon was lying, half-forgotten, in its bowl, his fingers loose around its handle. The food was delicious, and he was still hungry, but effort... so much effort to eat...
"I'm sleepy," he grumbled, sounding almost sulky about it.
-
Prometheus could admit he was a wild one, but not even he could get into even more trouble from now until morning. Well, unless he decided to rob this guy, but, as one of Hyth's friends, Hades was immune to such mischief from Prometheus.
"Nah, not really. Just the usual stuff like, 'be careful!'" he mimicked Hythlodaeus's voice with eerie accuracy, breaking off into low, amused chuckles, "I said we'd talk in the morning anyways. Knowing him, he'll be here bright and early to drag me back home by the ear, haha~"