#— ❬ ✧ ❭ ↝ ♯ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ⤷ circle of ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ .

[n1ghtshe]

@singofus asked: ❝  i  know,  i  barely  recognize  myself.  ❞ (hypnos shaved his eyebrows again and added coloured mascara to his eyelashes)

she looks up from her novel to see her youngest coming in , sans eyebrows and sporting orange mascara on one eye and blue on the other . this plus the bright yellow top , oversized red letterman's jacket , and olive green pants make him the brightest thing in the room . red and white striped socks do not aid in calming the colors .

this is a lot , and she knows one's younger years are for experimenting , but this is ... this is A LOT . and hypnos is in his 30's now , so ... this may just be how he is .

nyx closes her eyes and braces herself , before looking up at him and saying , ❛ i don't think anyone would recognize you as the man you are , hypnos . have your br- siblings seen you yet ? ❜ thanatos had only recently told the family about her preferred pronouns , so , the adjustment period plus hypnos' everything is a lot at the moment .

she had thought charon would be back from hekate's by now , but she doesn't blame him for seeing this and turning right around , if that were to be the case .

[mortshe]

@singofus asked: A maniacal laugh left her as Thanatos flinched at the knife landing by her head. Scarlet eyes practically burning with rage, fangs bared as she marched out of the shadows to confront her. "YOU! You think you can just fucking waltz back into his life, huh?" She stomped forward, getting right in her face, shoving her back against the wall still revelling in the surprise of this. "You think you can just present your ass and lure him in and I'll let you? You were the one to end it, you were the one to motherfucking rip his fucking heart out you bitch! You think I'll let you do it again?" The knife is grabbed and she attempts to press it to Thanatos's throat. "I should slit that pretty throat and watch you bleed. I should slit your stomach and spill your guts in the dirt. Tell me ONE REASON I shouldn't." She laughs again, before screaming as she slams the knife back into the wall beside her again.

the bolt of FEAR shifts her mind to immediate problem solving mode , already thinking of several dozen plans depending on the variables of number , resourcefulness , and operational smoothness from her assailant(s) , but the LAUGH makes that all come to a stop .

training tends to be useless against enyo .

so she lets herself be shoved against the wall , taking solace in the fact that hypnos and his team have well-established access to these cameras , and she's incredibly grateful that cctv does not come with sound given the way enyo ... well , is .

the knife comes at her throat and she brings her prosthetic up to shield , knowing it won't be clean or easy to cut through it , and in the lack of immediate satisfaction , enyo would move onto another target . one on than's body , sure , but not her throat .

the frustration to her tactics works and the knife gets stabbed into the wall again , giving thanatos one shot to make her rage at least get confused enough that she can't keep barreling forward .

a paradox .

luckily , this one is straight forward .

❛ ares . hurting me for hurting him will hurt him more . killing me would be worse . ❜ she leaves it there , knowing less is more with enyo .

[n1ghtshe]

nyx allows her to shuffle close , accepts the weight of the other woman across her lap . in return , she leaves her hands still , and when she sets her hand back down , she's now touching higher up on hekate's thigh . she rubs her thumb gently over where she can reach , as she contemplates the words .

❛ i am extraordinarily adept at self-judgement , ❜ she admits softly . ❛ though self-reflection and learning from past mistakes has proved to be a suitable syllabus for life , it ... is proving a hindrance , in this regard . ❜

she sits in thought , then dark painted lips part as she adds , ❛ yet i think ... i would rather be HAPPY than suffocating under the weight of my own pretension . ❜ she finishes with a chuckle , amused at herself . self-reflection and self-awareness have won out , if only to tell her to not let them do so .

she looks over to her , their faces closer than they were when they'd first began speaking . her dark gaze settles on hekate's expression , her hand moving further up her thigh , just a little slip of her warm palm and black painted nails .

❛ should i ? ❜ the question is layered .

Hekate still remembered much of Nyx's poetry interests, in fact a poetry collection was on her list of things to get her for her birthday. But this talk of new genres had her intrigued, even if it was also a part of her games.

The way that Nyx spoke still made her smile. There was never any rush with her words, and she made time for her thoughts. As thoughtful here as she was above. There was never any need for overt drama, it was in the details. There was much to see about her if you looked closely. Like the amusement in her barely upturned lips.

When she talks of the night, Hekate maintains neutrality but oh if only Nyx knew. New age, internet poetry though was interesting. She shuffled in closer so that she was now practically sitting in Hekate's lap, her thighs over Nyx's lap instead and leaning against her.

"I would agree that you are judging yourself. The internet is simply the new means of writing and sharing poetry. Some of it is awful but not all of it. I have seen quotes scattered about that I enjoy." She adds, hoping that Nyx would begin to enjoy what she did. "By now in life you should not burden yourself with self-judgement when it is undeserved."

[mortshe]

@singofus asked: Charon returns to his car with the cup holder of coffees. Getting in, he puts his own espresso in its holder before handing over Than's. He also dropped a food paper bag in her lap and gave her a pointed look. He expected her to eat either the cake pop or the salad. With how little she ate, he didn't care about nutrients so much.

she happily accepts the drink , waiting a wholly insufficient amount of time before pressing the lid to her lips , drinking down the bitterness and feeling the warmth that promises alertness . the weight of the bag in her lap , however , makes her slowly look over at her older brother , a single brow raised .

the pointed look conveyed charon's thoughts on the matter , and she sighs , rolls her eyes , and opens the bag . the salad looks alright but she doesn't want to eat it in the car , nor would she finish it in this moment , perhaps prompting another argument . the cake pop would be done faster , but she's not in the mood for sweets . a rarity , but it happens .

sighing , she puts her drink down and turns to face her brother , signing as she speaks .

❛ i'm not hungry right now , i'll have something when we're in a building , okay ? don't worry , i ate earlier . ❜ meaning , she finished her granola bar that she'd found in her coat pocket from a previous morning — it hadn't been wholly stale , so she crunched it down and considered it good enough , and the wrapper had been a handy piece of evidence when someone or other had gotten pissy with her for living on smoothies . it's not her fault they're economical , involve minimal dishes , and filling .

[n1ghtshe]

@singofus asked: 23 (for Spotify wrapped Drabble, for either Hypnos, Charon or Hekate please)

nyx sits in the reading nook of her home , book open in her lap , head bowed , warm but dim lighting in the room behind her . she hasn't been able to take in any of the words on the page for the past hour or so , golden eyes gliding over the words and taking in absolutely none of them .

the house is between major projects for the moment , and with that comes greater flexibility . charon is working his own hours , loosely on call but not needing to be in person or around the compound as often . thanatos and hypnos each have their own residences now , stepping into their own adulthood .

the lower work demand intersects with the lower motherhood demand , and leaves her stranded in the here and now .

oh , she understands how she got here . she worked , flirted , lied , killed , bled , stole , manipulated , strong-armed , and other such flattering actions to get herself to an indispensable position . her children are poised to follow in her footsteps in their own way ; charon expands his networks in and beyond hades' watch , while thanatos hones their body into the perfect weapon , and hypnos brings surveillance into the 21st century . they will not be disposed of , so easily left in vulnerability and flux .

she got what she wanted . didn't she ?

dark painted nails shift and pull the note in the back of the book to the forefront . it's a folded handwritten letter , written in familiar script with a rich but fading black ink . she can easily recall getting this letter in the mail thirty-three years ago ; back when the ink was fresh , it had a dark green shimmer to it .

thirty-three years ago .

the letter had come with the book — a custom ordered black leather rebinding of la fanu's 1872 publication, carmilla . they had spoken about vampires , gothic fashions , family curses and power in madness . it had been at equal measures light and dark conversation . she'd asked if nyx had ever read the vampire novel that started it all .

she said of course she'd read dracula . but hekate had shaken her head and told her of carmilla . nyx had learned a little then , but hekate purposefully left it vague , merely said their conversation was on the century mark of that story since publication .

a year later , nyx had taken charon to athens upon securing a position in the house of hades .

a decade later , the book arrived in the mail . as had a letter .

nyx looks down at it , knowing the message by heart at this point . a brief explanation as to why this book ; a recounting of their conversation ( as if she could ever forget ) ; a note about how , despite the tale being so brief , it fundamentally birthed the vampire genre and set the expectations for subsequent iterations of that trope .

how mothers lose themselves for their children . how women lose themselves for another — God , man , woman , child . how society loves to trap , to brand , to convince , to coerce .

she remembers an even younger her , one who thought she had it all figured out . married at seventeen , pregnant at eighteen , widowed single mother at twenty-two .

athens was burning . she left when it was sparks and returned when it was embers .

golden eyes glance down at the diamond ring on her pinky finger ; her wedding ring . the stone reflects light towards the signature , the familiar curve of the letters .

she picked this book for a reason . this book with a decades old olive branch tucked into the back pocket , a reminder of who she used to be when she let herself have the time . she wasn't going to sit around in her home and let the pressure of the life she strove for and created with bloody , manicured claws crush her .

be she millarca or carmilla , she will have what she wants .

she tucks the letter and novella away , leaving them on the reading bench . standing from her nook , she crosses the room to her phone , sending a brief text to the woman whose invisible smile currently tugs at her . she herself subtly smiles as she sends her simple text , inquiring if she was available for dinner tonight .

the tone , however , indicated that — barring some work emergency — hekate was to make herself available .

nyx pulls the cord to turn the lights off , then descends to her room proper .

she has to prepare .

reach inside and hold you close / i won't leave you on your own / teach me the words i used to know / yeah, i forgot 'em long ago / i wanna remember, she is me, and i am her / so, hold the girl, hold the girl — hold the girl , rina sawayama

[mortshe]

@singofus asked: Ares sits on the couch with his most unimpressed look on his face. "I got an interesting text today from Charon. Care to explain?"

thanatos pauses briefly as she enters her home , not expecting this right off the bat , before dropping her bag and bending down to untie her boots to hide the way she rolls her eyes at this ' ambush ' .

she then stands , the long curtain of white hair flipping back to rest against her spine .

❛ since when are you two so close ? ❜ she replies , knowing damn well that they do work together , so having each other's numbers is important , but texting beyond that is limited , in both directions . why would charon be texting ares if not for a shared interest , and as she knows it's not work related , she can only guess what it may be .

she takes off her jacket and leaves it on the coat rack , then walks over , arms crossed and brow raised in her own unimpressed expression . ❛ well , do share . ❜

[mortshe]

@singofus asked: Once home from the sleep study, Hypnos is wide awake now and feeling unsure about the whole thing. The doctors said it was useful but wouldn't tell anything and mama took ages to get all the sticky glue off when all he wanted was to find his twin. He knew they were worried. When he can, he runs off and goes into Than's room as they sleep and slip into bed. They might not be sleepy now but they would stay in bed all morning if Than wanted, so they wouldn't worry. Mama was getting them the day off of school too. When Than stirred, Hypnos snuggled in to rest his head on his usual spot of their left shoulder. "Hey! Mama said we're not going to school today, so we can play all day. Apart from nap time, hehe." (A follow on because baby twins are cute)

they groan as they feel a weight on their bed , but it's accompanied by a familiar voice and comforting weight on their shoulder . tired and confused eyes blink open , peering around the room before they turn and their nose and mouth are covered by their twin's hair . they smile , reaching down with their left hand to hold hypnos' , stretching a little as they nuzzle closer .

��� we got you the curly garlic fries . they were out of truffles , ❜ they mumble by way of a greeting , acknowledgement , and invitation to stay . ❛ and i saw a cat steal a shrimp from a baby . charon let me hide in his coat because i couldn't stop laughing . ❜

they are falling back asleep , but the grip on their twin's hand keeps them close . they don't want to be alone , and as they drift off they mumble in their little twinspeak , i love you .

[mortshe]

@singofus asked: A text comes through from Charon: `Need you for a disposal` Followed by an address of a parking lot on an industrial estate. Then a hasty text from Hypnos that hadn't gone through because of lack of signal: `Urgent: C ambushed by two assailants, car jacking.` and then a bunch of texts tracking the car and then Hypnos stating he is sending others since he didn't hear from her then an 'oop never mind. C took care of it.`

she's already driving over in the van with all the disposal and clean up tools, chemicals, and covers when her phone explodes from her twin . she furrows her brows as she reads the out of order texts , slowly putting it together . all she responds is you need better service at the compound .

when she arrives at the location , she pulls up in such a way that she's covering the most obvious angle for anyone to see charon , knowing how he likes his privacy , especially in moments of vulnerability .

❛ how are you doing , old man ? ❜ she calls and signs , sliding open the side of the van and then going over to charon's car to see how easy of a clean up this will be , and if they'll be missed at all . she's also looking for her brother , trying to see how he fared in the whole thing , considering according to hypnos he effectively allowed the car jacking to take place .

[mortshe]

an angsty starter ↳ @singofus , ares ❨ + modern mortal ❩

she's  so  hungry  she  can't  feel  it  anymore  . 

but  it's  the  one  thing  she  can  control  ,  so  she  sinks  her  claws  into  it  and  refuses  to  let  it  go  . 

she's  lost  weight  while  she  was  gone  -  obviously  ,  being  in  the  field  meant  less  structure  and  less  time  to  rest  and  recover  -  but  she  hadn't  put  any  back  on  when  she  returned  .  she  knows  she's  at  risk  of  a  serious  conversation  with  hades  ,  nyx  ,  and  maybe  even  charon  ,  about  workplace  performance  and  needing  to  get  back  to  training  . 

her  doctors  are  bound  to  have  an  opinion  when  she  states  her  prosthetic  cap  doesn't  fit  as  well  anymore  since  she's  lost  about  20  pounds  . 

but  she  feels  in  control  ,  she  feels  like  she  can  focus  .  and  more  to  the  point  ,  like  she  can  get  away  from  any  altercation  that  may  have  her  pinned  .  she  won't  be  tortured  to  death  if  she's  halfway  there  already  .  an  easier  way  out  . 

what  she  hadn't  counted  on  was  ares  returning  from  his  own  assignment  and  not  following  his  usual  routine  of  text  check-ins  with  her  while  he  saw  his  wife  and  kids  ,  and  then  checking  in  with  her  in-person  the  following  week  .  that  would  have  given  her  enough  time  to  mess  around  with  the  dishes  ,  make  it  look  like  she  was  eating  .

she  got  no  texts  ,  no  warning  ,  just  keys  at  her  apartment  door  .  she  looks  up  ,  but  doesn't  stand  up  (  not  too  fast  ,  she'll  get  dizzy  )  .  and  she  waits  ,  already  knowing  this  isn't  going  to  go  over  well  . 

[mortshe]

It's a drastic move but at this point Charon knows it may be the only option to calm his little sibling down. He lifts the kid into his arms to hold them tight, figuring they just needed comfort. ↳ @singofus , charon ❨ + modern mortal ❩

it's   scary   ,   being   here   .  

everything   feels   too   bright   ,   too   cold   .   hypnos   has   another   night   of   observation   in   the   hospital   —   he'd   really   hurt   his   head   this   last   time   around   .   thanatos   feels   overwhelmed   with   fear   ,   after   seeing   hypnos   peacefully   asleep   but   with   reddened   bandages   near   his   temple   from   where   he'd   fallen   and   clipped   the   teacher's   desk   on   the   way   down   . 

it   was   metal   .   than   knows   head   wounds   bleed   a   lot   . 

and   now   she's   frozen   outside   of   the   room   ,   too   short   to   see   into   the   window   ,   knowing   mother   is   off   with   doctors   and   she   and   charon   need   to   return   home   and   she   doesn't   want   to   be   without   hypnos   and   all   of   these   thoughts   are   too   much   for   her   body   .   the   big   breaths   come   in   shuddering   waves   ,   tears   brimming   in   her   eyes   as   she   can   only   see   the   bad   things   happening   . 

what   if   hypnos'   head   never   heals   ?   what   if   he   has   to   stay   here   forever   ?   what   if   he   doesn't   wake   up   ?

she   can't   do   this   without   her   twin   . 

charon   tries   to   get   her   to   leave   and   she   ,   with   all   her   scrawny   body   ,   leans   against   his   hand   ,   fighting   the   exit   .   she's   not   screaming   or   being   loud   ,   she's   just   actively   fighting   him   ,   trying   to   get   back   inside   the   room   .   and   then   she's   being   picked   up   and   pressed   to   charon's   body   .

the   smell   of   cigarettes   and   leather   polish   takes   her   back   to   calmer   nights   ,   when   she   and   hypnos   would   crawl   into   charon's   bed   and   the   three   of   them   would   wait   for   the   nightmares   to   leave   hypnos   alone   .   she   closes   her   eyes   and   presses   her   face   against   his   neck   ,   feeling   his   hand   on   her   back   ,   smoothing   the   little   sobs   out   of   her   body   .   she   hiccups   a   little   and   she   feels   him   pat   her   back   ,   encouraging   her   to   take   deeper   breaths   and   try   to   be   calm   as   he   carries   her   out   of   the   hospital   .

[mortshe]

@singofus asked: 81 (for Spotify wrapped with Ares)

it is rare that thanatos finds herself having to embrace , experience , and exploit any aspect of current night life these days . she rarely goes out for her own personal enjoyment – if she is out , it's because she's catering to hermes' demands ( and her own insistence that someone accompany him on his benders ) . hermes is not to blame for this one , though .

( and she's very certain he's pissed he wasn't able to come on this little venture . )

through a confluence of enforced agreements , underhanded sabotage , and back-alley torture , they've found where some of their missing product may have gone . the person to confirm this is currently living it up on mykonos in the bar crawl to end all bar crawls .

which is how thanatos finds herself on the second floor of this nightclub , surveying the crowd below . it's not exactly a honeypot mission , but if that gets this woman off the dance floor and into their custody , it will be considered a viable tactic . she sees ares by the bar on the first floor and she knows meg is on the third floor , making her way through the game rooms in case someone up there has any information , or uses their shipment as collateral .

the song changes over from one to another , courtesy of the change of dj's , and she takes advantage of the shift change of partygoers on the dance floor to descend . her black dress glitters under the club lights much like her eyeshadow , black painted lips held in a purposeful neutral position rather than her go-to rbf .

it's not until she reaches the bottom of the stairs that she realizes they're playing a late aughts pop song – one that she and ares ( and no small number of night clubs in athens ) have their own relationship with . it's not her fault cascada writes absolute bangers , nor is it her fault that this song came out at an interesting time in her relationship with quite possibly the queerest of drugs and her general recklessness with regards to public intimacy for a good few years there .

hypnos calls it her hoe phase . whatever .

she feels eyes on her and she glances over towards the bar ; blood red eyes and black tattoos draw her in , the cocksure smirk hidden behind an impassive mask of a working man .

he can't hide his eyes , though .

she smirks , just a little bit , and steps into the crowd of people , not minding being touched by strangers for once .

she dances with someone who had come up a few times in their mark's history ; they seem receptive to her , and she lets them touch as she waits for meg to finish upstairs . in the last bit of the song , meg says she's got her and is bringing her to the rendezvous point , where than and ares can meet her when ready .

than's taken less than a step away from her previous dance partner before she's pulled against a familiar chest . she looks back at ares with a smirk , knowing they can't do anything while comms are still on , but that doesn't stop her from rolling her hips against him ( at a proper height now , given her heels ) , her fingers teasingly tugging the hem of her already incredibly tight and short dress up , just a bit .

❛ meet you in ten , ❜ she murmurs over the comms , just as strong hands teasingly brush over her body – chest , throat , ass , thighs – before grabbing her hand and spinning her out away from his body , then dragging her out of the club into the fresh air to finish the job — and hopefully give them time together before their return to athens .

than doesn't need poppers for the heat thrumming through her body , but for what it's worth , she could get some . for old time's sakes .

still the night, kill the lights / feel it under your skin / time is right, keep it tight / 'cause it's pulling you in / wrap it up, you can't stop / 'cause it feels like an overdose — evacuate the dancefloor, cascada

[mortshe]

@singofus asked: "Looks like you're stuck with me." Charon sat down on the bed beside Thanatos in the empty house. Hypnos was off for his sleep study and Mother was staying with him. So it was just the two of them. "Want to go for a drive and get take out?" He asks, wanting to do something to take their mind off of it. It wasn't a risky thing, it would give them answers. But he knew Thanatos worries. (Set during childhood in modern mortal)

the young child looks up , golden eyes studying their brother . they don't feel particularly hungry , too worried about their twin — what if he had nightmares , sleeping or waking ? who would calm him ? would they let MOTHER into the room or would that make it harder to know what was going on ?

charon doesn't seem worried , though . and so they shouldn't worry . still , it feels WRONG . would they know if hypnos was sad or afraid ? people said all kinds of things about twins , both them specifically and in general .

they rub a hand over the front of their left shoulder , where hypnos usually lays his head when they're both too worried or scared to sleep separately . they miss him .

but they have charon offering for time spent together , and so they nod , already quieter without their twin's energy to feed off of . ❛ can we go to piraeus , if we're driving ? i want the mussels saganaki from the place with the truffle curly fries . oh and a visinada ? i won't spill . ❜

maybe they could bring some fries back for their twin . or maybe they could eat on the beach — they know that piraeus is under poseidon's ownership , so they would be safer than not . but they won't suggest it , because they know how charon gets about his car .

[mortshe]

@singofus asked: Hypnos straight up leaps on his twin's back, so excited to see her! "Hey! So good to see you. Wanna go on a bike ride?" (He had missed her so much)

than accepts the presence of her twin with as much grace as someone could given the surprise bodily contact multiplied by long limbs that hang over her like tentacles , threatening to grapple her into a hug she can't escape from . she steadies herself , widening her stance a little bit , as she fights the urge to duck and roll , slamming her twin onto the ground and freeing herself to stand back up . instead , she breathes through the gut instinct , and slowly stands up straight , letting gravity pull her air headed twin off of her .

she'd been off the grid for the last job , even from hypnos and his team , so being back and having people acknowledging her and not just her cover is an adjustment . she should have known that hypnos would be first in line once debriefing was concluded .

❛ hey yourself , you absolute pain . ❜ she looks up at her twin , golden eyes assessing him . he looks better than she would have expected , but she also knows that he's trying to mask that anxiety . they both don't like when she has to go off the grid , for differing yet similar reasons .

❛ sure , we can do a ride . do you have your helmet here or ... ? ❜ she asks , putting her hand on her hip , her other arm charging after having gone through several back up batteries .

[mortshe]

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[mortshe]

she rolls her eyes but nods , turning to inspect the other side of the corset before beginning to hunt around for her jewelry .

❛ yes it's custom , and yeah i'm going to be half the distraction . we don't know how well the mark will respond to me , so we have back up plans too . ❜

megaera and tisiphone are also going , with the former to provide a more visually femme version of than's intensity , while the latter covers the innocent and mysterious sweetheart market . either way , the two who aren't the successful distraction will be on retrieval duty .

than has deliberately not told hermes who else was tapped for this job , in part for security reasons , and in part because they're sure he'll reap the benefits either way . better to let that surprise reveal itself in its own time .

❛ i'll probably do a smokey eye and then the gold , otherwise it can get a little washed out because i make snow look tan at times . ❜ more like all the time but she can't help her complexion , nor that she primarily works at night .

@mortshe asked: she looks over at hermes through the mirror with no shortage of exhausted derision , then turns back to focus on the lacing she's doing , fingers tightening the corset at the very bottom , working carefully to not get the ribbon caught in any joints in her prosthetic.

❛ glad you think i'm hot... i guess ,❜ she mutters , finishing up and looking this way and that at herself in the mirror , smoothing a hand down the front . ❛ i'd ask what you think , but you give your opinion so freely , i don't feel the need to encourage it . ❜

(modern mortal, maybe she got tapped for some job at a party and everyone has to look hot for it, idk)

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Hermes had absolutely no shame when it came to admiring just how good Thanatos looked in that corset. He didn't even realise that she had spootted him as she was lacing herself up. It was almost hypnotic. How could a single piece of clothing be so sexy?

"I mean you always look hot but damn. Daaaaamnnn." He let out a long whistle afterwards as if to exaggerate that point even further. "If you're meant to be a distraction tonight, then it's gonna work very well. If you add a hint of gold around your eyes that would look even better."

"Is this custom? Ah actually that's probably a stupid question."

[n1ghtshe]

❛ i typically collect by time period and/or geography . be it originally from that time and/or place or using a structure or style that originated in that time and/or place . i don't have any free verse , or many post-romantic period writings ; occasional gothic writings are the one exception . but victorian and onward , the subject matters and lack of structure do not interest me . ❜

with that context given , she waits a moment , before continuing , ❛ ...did not interest me . like most women who turn to poetry , i think i am searching for some kind of ... sense of self among the words . ❜ a small exhale of amusement , though her lips barely curve into a smile .

❛ i've always found myself drawn to the night , what lessons the darkness can teach us . and somehow that's translated into new age , free verse internet musings bound and published by penguin random house imprints . it's not bad and yet ... i hesitate to purchase it . perhaps i am getting in my own way . ❜

Hekate glances over at the phone as well, remembering many times she has watched Nyx read her poetry and scour the internet for good books and such. By now she knew well the different expressions that meant Nyx had found a good or bad book, or a bad deal. That aspect of Hekate had remained unchaged - her desire to observe her Lady closely. Finding beauty in each layer.

She looks intrigued about the poetry, and the deviation from her usual interests, but hides her reaction to the second part. She had given Nyx some reaction before and now there would be none. A start to their usual games.

"How is the poetry different?" She asks, as if entirely unaware of the second question and answer, eyes closing as if she is just content to rest and hear about her love's hobby. As if she isn't thinking about where else those soft hands could go.