"What was that about?"
She was not properly listening, not paying attention because she had something else on her mind.
Something white, and innocent, and pure, and everything that made her little demons jump and squeal in delight.
"Persephone."
She paused now, turning her horse around to look at her friend, or was it companion? No, he was more of the sanity lid to her little pandora box of destruction. "Hmm?"
"Why did you cut me off that way?" Achilles asked.
Ah, male pride.
Persephone let out a small chuckle, turning her horse around as she said in a slightly soft and sing-song voice. "Because I can."
"That is not what I meant."
"What do you want to hear, my dear?" She asked, her voice low and more of a purr than actual words. "That I wanted to shame you infront of your other stick-between-my-le
"Pyarmëila."The brown eyed girl stared at the flower, it looked like a rose, except it was made of lava, blossoming lava if she stared long enough, and hot as well, tears filled her eyes as she looked."It looks beautiful.""Beautiful?" Hades asked, slight amusement in his voice."It is fire, it burns.""And warms." The girl said, looking at him, her eyes shining brightly. "And it is different. Different is beautiful."He did not reply to that, staring at her like she was a new creature, something he could not really grasp."How does it grow?" She asked now, turning back to it. "There is no light here.""I sing to it."She turned now, slight laughter in her voice as she spoke, "Will you teach me?""In due time, dear Child."~Leonidas woke up more peacefully
Lenidas stared at his reflection, the now very obvious purple bruise glaring at him, his breath hitching in his throat as he stared.His hands let the turtleneck sweater slip back to his neck, covering his little art, though a part of him wondered why he was even hiding it.Because it is disgusting, because normal people don't hurt themselves, because we are trying to hide that tattoo on your back.He sighed, staring at his hair that had been gelled back before the door to his room opened and he turned, seeing his friend who had his hair brushed in a perfect wave form, a purple silk chiton, a gold leaf crown and gold glitters on his eyelids with his gold choker and rings glistening under the light in his room. "You are not allowed to be sad today, I have put all the energy I have to make this work. ALL OF IT."Leonidas gave a weak smile in return. "Is it too late to say that I am grateful?"&n
For the first time, he did not dream.Leonidas woke up, mind blank, his senses more alert than he could remember and his body in a frenzy.It was like had had taken something that had shown him a different plane, higher elevated plane even, everything he did send shivers up his body.Even his body felt sensitive to his touch.And he could feel it.Feel her still.The thought made him clench his nails in silent prayer, hoping that the throbbing that was beginning in between his legs would lessen.Leonidas turned to Kleopatra who was curled next to him, a warm feeling flooding his heart as he brought her closer to his body, watching her wake and stretch, her blue eyes blinking sleepily at him as she did so.Raising her to his chest, he nuzzled his nose on hers, flutters developing in his stomach as he whispered, "Good m
Somehow, Leonidas could tell what she meant.She did not just mean on the water, but for everything else, it was a test.A test of trust.Follow me wherever I go, let go with me.He got closer and when he was close enough, she said, "Take off your shoes, they do not like it, and the jacket and sweater, it is a bit hot here."He did not know what 'they' meant, but he obeyed, ignoring the thought that he had never been seen shirtless by anyone except Loukas in years and did as she asked.When he stood, and reached out for her hands, electricity jolted through his skin and he felt numb until she pulled him in.
Hades could swear he raised her right, at least, in the mortal way, she was right enough.So she did not like gowns very much, had zero respect for the gods, spoke to creatures the gods had sent into exile, knew some secrets that no mortal should possess.Hades knew he was better than most.From the stories he had heard from souls that came in and out of his presence, he knew that mortal parents were mostly horrible at their jobs, filled with regret about the things they did and did not do, and always wished they could go back.Of course, Hades knew he could never let them return but it did not mean he did not like to hear their stories, for you see, that was one thing that kept him sane when Persephone was gone.Stories.Yes, he knew the story that circulated around his wife and himself but he could never care less about what they thought or said.&nb
Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words.The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him.Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him.Of course, he can flaunt his body and abs while I cannot for fear for losing my own head.As he saw the male stop and the needle being lifted off Loukas' skin, he felt himself heave a sigh of relief, the turmoil in his head taking a break.Loukas sighed, standing up and flexing his shoulder, the new phoenix bird tattoo on his back very wide a
"Welcome to Castle Diamandis, Lord Aetos."Charilaus Diamandis had a stern look on his face, but he was deliriously handsome, if one looked for the type that had a gaze that could burn you up in seconds and there was a man next to him, a Hermes Familia Leonidas suspected by the way he kept his head bHe also noticed immediately that Persephone's Mother was supposed to be at his side, where wasHis Father removed his cloak and said in his regal voice that Leonidas only heard during meetings like this one. "I am honoured to be h"Please, followThe man walked ahead, the other male following behind as Leonidas looked around, staring at the empty walls that held no painting and
It felt extremely uncomfortable.Uncomfortable in a way that confused him because he knew that some hours ago, he did not have any problem riding to the great beyond or any beyond with his Father but now...His heart thumped and his hands were sweaty, his hair stuck to his face and he kept tapping his hands on his crossed legs, but away from his Father's eyes to avoid any scrutiny.Their ride was quiet, but not the sort of quiet they had left in, the quiet that was pregnant with words that should be said before the moment passed.And thankfully, Leonidas was not the one who had to give birth."Did you talk to her?" Dimitris' voice was in low as he spoke, his eyes on his son who looked up at him with confusion before sitting up."Yes." Leonidas said, the memory striking something in his guts that made him gulp in and say, "I did not see her Mother."&nb