#ancient greece flashback

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Eros: Chapter Five

Eros: Married to Dream of the Endless, you find yourself sent back in time to Ancient Greece where you, unfortunately, meet Oneiros. Fresh off a divorce and drowning the sorrows of his son’s death by indulging in the Panathenaia, you find yourself trapped beneath the lustful gaze of your future husband. In your defense, he seduced you first…

Warnings: Flashback of Oneiros lurking as Reader sleeps, Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Morpheus x Wife!Reader, Time Travel, Oneiros is used for AncientGreek!Morpheus.

Word Count: ~2.9k

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Oneiros lies beside you, his body still humming with the lingering sensations of your passionate encounter. The soft glow of the room casts gentle shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes as he gazes at you. He is lost in thought, tracing patterns on your bare skin with his fingers, his touch tender yet insistent, admiring the marks already forming upon your beautiful flesh.

“Tell me about yourself, αστέρι μου,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody that wraps around you like a warm embrace. The endearment, meaning "my star," rolls off his tongue with a reverence that makes your heart flutter.

You shift slightly, your mind racing with thoughts and memories you aren’t ready to share, that you can’t share. You turn your head to meet his gaze, offering a soft smile instead of an answer. “There’s not much to tell,” you reply, attempting to brush off his inquiry.

Oneiros' eyes darken with a mix of frustration and determination. “There is always more to tell,” he insists gently. “You are a mystery to me, and I wish to unravel you.” His fingers brush against your lower lip, knowing you taste divine, a forbidden fruit ripe to be devoured.

As his touch lingers on your lips, a shiver runs down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you thought had been extinguished by your prior fervent carnal passions. His words stir something deep inside, a yearning for connection that both thrills and terrifies you. You know the dangers of revealing your true self, of who you would come to be to him, yet the longing in his eyes beckons you to let down your walls. Oh how you want to tell him everything.

“I am but a simple wife, waiting to go home.” That is as close to the truth as you can get.

But Oneiros isn't satisfied with the surface-level explanation. His eyes search yours, piercing through your defenses until you feel laid bare before him. You technically already are. He can sense the inner turmoil, unspoken secrets that weigh heavy on your heart.

"You carry a burden in your soul," he whispers, his voice a velvet caress in the dimly lit room. "I can see it in the way you hold yourself, in the shadows that flicker behind your eyes." His hand moves from your lips to cup your cheek gently, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that has escaped your control.

“I am not here to relieve my burdens, my lord,” you tell him before slipping out from his hold and sitting on the edge of the bed. You stand and take a step forward, not knowing what to do. You are naked, without clothes, and have a complete mess between your legs.

Oneiros watches as you distance yourself, a mixture of understanding and frustration clouding his gaze. He knows there is a darkness that clings to you, a weight that seems to crush the light out of your very being. But he also sees the flicker of strength in your eyes, a determination that refuses to be snuffed out.

Silence settles between you, heavy with unspoken words and unshed tears. The air in the room feels charged, as if the very essence of the night holds its breath in anticipation of what will come next. Oneiros rises from the bed, his movements fluid and graceful as he approaches where you stand. His hands reach for yours as he steps up to your back. You tense as you feel his presence behind you, his warmth seeping into your skin even before his fingers graze yours. His touch is gentle, almost hesitant, as if he fears you might shatter beneath his fingertips. But there is a determination in his actions, a silent promise that he won't let you fall apart. Oneiros intertwines his fingers with yours, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to consume you.

“Indulge with me then,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as the deep and silken tone of his voice makes you shiver. “Be mine, if only for the duration of Panathenaia.”

Rather than respond, you turn in place and stretch up on your toes as you bring his lips back to yours.

Oneiros stands silently in the corner of your dimly lit chamber, hidden in the shadows of the late night. The flickering light from an oil lamp casts seductive, dancing shadows across the room, teasingly illuminating your bare skin as you sleep peacefully. Outside, the distant sounds of the Panathenaia festival echo through the streets of Athens, a celebration of pleasure and indulgence. And here in this room, Oneiros can feel his own desires stirring as he gazes upon your alluring figure.

The satin sheets draped over your body glimmer under the light, revealing tantalizing glimpses of your curves and contours. Your hair cascades over the pillow like a river, framing your face in an ethereal glow. The scent of blooming jasmine fills the room from the courtyard outside, mingling with the heady aroma of incense burning in the corner. The gentle hum of nocturnal creatures provides a seductive backdrop for Oneiros' fantasies.

Each night, he is irresistibly drawn to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull you have over him. It seems as though you are intentionally avoiding him, but that only makes him want you more. As he stands there entranced by your beauty, a primal urge consumes him—a desire that is both carnal and cerebral.

He hungers for you, his gaze devouring every inch of your body beneath the sheer chiton. He longs to touch you, to claim you as his own. But he holds back, knowing that such an action would only deepen the mystery that surrounds you.

In your dreams, he finds even more enticing secrets—stories and places that hint at a future he can't fully grasp. Each night he spends watching over you only intensifies his longing for you, his need to consume every inch of you—body and soul. You are his puzzle to solve, a mysterious enigma that drives him wild with desire.

The soft breeze from the open window carries the faint scent of saltwater and distant laughter, a reminder of the festivities happening outside. But here in this room, Oneiros is consumed only by his insatiable longing for you. The slightest movement from your sleeping form causes his inner being to stir, imagining all the ways he could make you moan and writhe beneath him. And as the night wears on, the moon hanging low in the sky, Oneiros remains steadfast in his watch over you—ever lost in his dreams and desires for you.

You are in dire need of a bath, certainly after Oneiros had his way with you and left you a mess between your legs. Not that you are complaining, but you do care that a servant might see you in such a state. The mortification you’d feel! So you extricate yourself from Oneiros’ embrace and saunter towards the private baths in his grand quarters. You only have to look over your shoulder once, your eyes meeting predatory silver ones, to silently convince the Endless to follow suit.

The private baths are a luxurious escape from the bedroom, which has long since been perfumed by the smell of your activities. With a lavish marble basin filled with steaming water and fragrant oils, you let out a relaxed sigh. You choose a few of your favorite scented oils and watch them swirl into the water. Finally, you slowly step into the tub, the hot water enveloping your body and washing away the remnants of your passion. You lean back against the side of the tub, ignoring the lurking Endless.

It isn't long before Oneiros decides to join you in the bath, his dark eyes burning with desire and longing. He steps down into the water, carefully at first, as if not to disturb the bubbles that have formed atop the warm, scented water. His silver eyes meet yours over your shoulder, reflecting the faint light from the bathing chamber's candles, and you can see the heat of his desire in their depths.

In the dim light, he approaches you slowly, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he kneels before you. His hands reach for your body, and with mere finger widths separating you, you can feel the intensity of his lust. His touch makes your skin tingle, as if he were stirring the very essence of your being. He traces his fingers along your wet shoulder, down your arm, and finally makes a loop around your wrist, gently pulling you closer.

You can't deny the intense gravity of his desire, and your own passion surges within you like a raging storm. As he brings your lips to his, you feel not just the heat of his kiss, but the primal energy emanating from his being. His tongue dances with yours, a desperate exploration of intimacy that leaves you breathless with need.

The moment your tongues intertwine in an erotic dance, you press your body closer and closer until the water around you begins to churn. Beads of water form on your flesh, and your skin seems to come alive with a shimmering, ethereal glow. Breaking the kiss, Oneiros weaves a hand into your hair and pulls your head back, his lips finding the droplets of water snaking across your flesh. He captures each droplet within his mouth, tongue running along your skin in search of more as he feasts on the nectar it holds. The sensation of his wet, warm lips and tongue savoring the remnants of the water sends shivers down your spine, making you crave more of his teases.

With your head still tilted back, he begins a slow, tender kiss along the line of your jaw, enjoying the sensation of your skin against his lips. His hands explore your curves, gently gliding from your hips to the sensitive skin at the small of your back. You sigh softly, arching your back to allow his hands full access to your body.

Oneiros' hands continue their exploration, sliding over the curves of your breasts, gently brushing over your nipples that harden under his touch. The intensity of his desire is palpable as he cups your breasts in his hands, kneading them gently while his lips trace a path from your neck down to your collarbone.

You can't help but gasp softly as his mouth moves lower, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Your fingers tangle in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as Oneiros' tongue flicks against your sensitive nipple. The sensation is electrifying and your breath catches as he suckles on it, teasing it with his teeth in a way that heightens the pleasure to a new level.

“You better not start anything you cannot finish in the bath,” you tell him, feeling almost breathless.

Oneiros chuckles softly, his lips still dancing along the curve of your breast. "I make no promises," he replies, his voice low and seductive. "But I can assure you, I intend to pleasure you in ways you have never experienced before."

Leaning down, he continues to lavish attention on your nipples, carefully nipping and licking at them, sending waves of pleasure surging through your body. With a small gasp, your body is moved through the water until Oneiros is lounging on the seat of the bath and you stand with your back to him. You swallow thickly, your eyes staring straight ahead as devilish fingers caress your back in appreciation.

“You are true divinity,” he whispers. “Every touch, every kiss, is a gift I am honored to give and take.”

His hands move to your hips, gently pulling you backwards until you straddle him and your back is pressed against his chest. Your eyelids flutter and breaths quicken when you feel the hardness of his body pressed against your most intimate area.

Oneiros slides his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, holding one forearm beneath your breasts and the other so the palm of his hand lays just under your navel. His fingers begin to trace delicate patterns on your abdomen. Sweet torture. The water ripples around them as he draws, his every touch driving you to the point of madness.

"Oneiros," you gasp, arching your back and jerking a hand to cover the one on your stomach.

“Do you know how much I want you?" his voice is a husky rumble against your neck and you can feel the subtle scrape of teeth. "How much I crave your touch, your taste, your very essence?"

Oh, you have an idea, but you are also a glutton for punishment. Certainly with this side of your husband you have never experienced before.

"Then prove it," you whisper, leaning back into him. Oneiros lets out a low growl, his grip on you tightening slightly. His lips brush against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"With pleasure," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with promise.

With a gentle swivel of his hips, you feel his cock pressing against you, stiff and throbbing. Your eyelashes flutter only once before your body is dragged down against his erect cock as Oneiros pushes his hips up. A strained and ragged gasp emerges from your lips at the sensation of his cock sinking into your body.

His breath is hot against your neck, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he moves in and out, each motion a calculated move choreographed by desire. You arch your back and meet his every thrust with an eagerness that leaves you breathless.

"More," you beg, wanting him to be deeper, harder, faster. Oneiros obliges, but not in the way you wish. His thrusts become deeper, more punishing even, and that has your free hand latching onto his thigh in a death grip. His mouth finds a sensitive spot on your neck and the Endless bites with the intention of marking you as his.

With teeth sinking into your flesh, an electric current runs through your body and mingles with the fierce pleasure of his relentless thrusts. You cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure, your heart pounding in sync with his rough rhythm. Oneiros' lips meet the wound he has just created, soothing it with his gentle kisses. In that moment, he withdraws and you gasp for air, your entire body electrified from the force of his claim. Your head drops against his shoulder and you whisper, "I'm yours, Oneiros. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours."

As the echo of your whispered affirmations hangs in the air, Oneiros slows his pace, finally pulling out completely. He gently lifts you off of him and aligns you in front of him, nudging you down so that you are facing him when your legs straddle him. Your legs still tremble and your breaths are still heavy with the aftermath of passion, but your eyes meet his, filled with hunger and desire. He looks so hungry. Oneiros guides your hips, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He pulls you flush against his chest.

“You asked, beloved,” he purrs and his hands find your waist once more. You can't help but feel the same fierce need that had generated your initial plea. You give him your own desirous gaze, your desire mirroring the intensity in his eyes.

"More," your word speaks in clear demand and the predatory smirk upon his lips grows. He thrusts himself back into you, his unrelenting need and hunger for you consuming him. You’d extinguish his pain, you’d soothe his hurt. His nails dig into your hips as he pushes deeper, driving himself into you with a fervor that leaves you breathless.

Your fingers dig into the muscles of his shoulders, urging him to take you with more force, to claim every inch of your body. The sound of your strained and ethereal moans reverberates off the tiled walls of the bath, a testament to the intensity of your pleasure. Oneiros' hips continue their relentless thrusting, his intense gaze never leaving your half-lidded eyes. Your expression is beyond celestial, as if you are in a state of euphoria from his touch.

Oneiros watches as love and desire consume your entire being. He knows he will never get enough of you.

Your moans turn into a primal cry, your ecstasy imminent. With a final force, Oneiros thrusts into you, pushing you higher until you are soaring together. A cry departs your lips and your ecstasy mirrors his. For a brief moment, the world disappears, leaving only the two of you in the purgatory of your passion. You collapse against his chest, arms barely hanging limp over his shoulders as your legs tremble in numbness. While you catch your breath, he gazes at you, his expression softening. In this intimate moment, the passion between you feels overwhelming. His fingers gently caress your cheek, tracing its delicate contours as if to memorize every line. No doubt he will. They dig into your hair, stroking the strands and caressing your scalp.

You let out a sigh and drop your cheek to his shoulder.

"Would you help me wash up, my lord? I seem to have lost control of my legs."

You almost hate how smug he looks upon doing so.

Date Published: 5/29/24

Last Edit: 5/29/24

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[thepunkmuppet]

thinking about an alternate season 7 wherein instead of every potential slayer being hunted and then activated, every past slayer gets brought back to life. I don’t really like post-chosen content anyway, but when I do read / look at it the whole slayer academy, everyone’s a slayer thing is really stupid to me ngl 💀

previous slayers, though… nikki wood and xin rong interacting with spike, actually finding out about the slayer before buffy, slayers with different backgrounds and situations and personalities, KENDRA?! I just love it so much.

you’d be able to focus on a relatively small cast of slayers, much like the potentials, throughout the season. this would include buffy, faith, kendra, nikki, and some other american slayers from varying time periods with a couple interesting international characters too (maybe a slayer from ancient greece / rome / egypt, or an anglo-saxon one or something). these are all experienced slayers, so no need to focus on training - it would be more about lore, history and their personal character journeys, assimilating them into society (creating some fun bottle episodes, maybe a day out on the town with dawn and a historical slayer) and trying to figure out why they were all brought back. also, if you want to keep the first as the main villain, then it can look like any one of them because they’re all technically dead, which means you can still have that episode with the dead potential revealing herself as the first and all the mistrust that’s threaded throughout the season.

plus with nikki back, there would be no need for the stupid sleeper agent thing with spike or the ridiculous fight between him and robin. all the same ideas (and the flashbacks to spike’s mum) could still be explored, and in a way better way imo.

I reckon the reason they were brought back would probably be the powers that be (tying nicely into angel ofc) trying to defeat the first. and of course the ending would be this huge battle, as all the slayers from around the world come to sunnydale, and maybe to add some drama they would all disappear and die again when the battle’s done as they have fulfilled their purpose (a classic finale knife to the heart that would have everyone sobbing, especially over nikki and kendra).

there’s also the added thing of like,, I appreciate the show was leaning towards a theme of “hope for the future” with the potentials angle, but literally every other aspect of the season is about harkening back to the past. faith, robin, the first taking the form of previous characters, the high school, the slayer origins, etc etc. so I just think this idea would work so much better with the themes of the season, and tie in really nicely.

and the most obvious perk of this concept is kendra! she was forgotten about so quickly, and this season would really give the writers a chance to redeem themselves for the terrible way poc characters have been treated throughout the show (ignoring what they did to robin. FUCK that but that’s another conversation). I think the show really downplayed how much kendra’s death would have affected buffy, and seeing the two of them interact after buffy has changed so much and kendra’s still the same would be amazing. there’s also the interesting concept that, having been brought back from the dead, kendra still be 17, and therefore closer in age to dawn than to buffy, which could make for some really nice interactions between the two of them. also of course the biggest most exciting thing is having buffy, faith and kendra all interact. they all represent places on a spectrum in terms of personality, and I would LOVE to see kendra and faith interact and how much of a unit they would likely become as a trio.

there’s also the theme of buffy feeling (and being) alone in this season that would hopefully go away, as she would now have dozens of people who truly understand her, giving her a proper support system which I would love to see (season 7 scoobies can actually eat shit btw <3)

so. was this born out of my hatred for insufferable kennedy and the annoying potentials? yes absolutely. do I now want them to rewrite and re-film the entire last season 20 years later? yes absolutely I’m so glad you understand

side note wouldn’t it be sick if in the final battle there’s just this one slo-mo shot where buffy stakes a vamp and through the dust she sees the first slayer looking at her from across the battlefield before she disappears amongst the fight. WHAT it would literally be awesome hello?!

also also other side note sorry but Mother(TM) nikki wood would NEVER kick buffy out of her own house. fuck them kids fr

[nosinsnolights]

Kagami, I have questions.

Listen, Mikaela has clothes. Even after he was brought back to life he had clothes Like, HE WAS LITERALLY REBORN WITH CLOTHES So WHY is it that in the ancient Greece flashbacks-which is already our Mika, mind you-HE'S ALWAYS NAKED?

He spent naked and unmoving for eons!

In case of any confusion, refer to this reddit post.

[gemsofgreece]

So I was looking up words for wine in various languages, noticed Ancient and Modern Greek have different names, looked up where the modern one came from, and immediately got flashbacks to your νερό/ύδωρ post haha. Has Greek done that with any other words or is it just the drinks? (Also the ancients sure loved their diluted wine, is that still practiced?)

[For context, Anon refers to the Aquatic etymologies post.]

And yeah, for some weird reason the etymological thing that happened with water also happened with wine! For those who don't know, in short Ancient and Modern Greek have different words for water and the explanation for this is that the ancients would say a certain phrase to mean "fresh water" and as time passed when Greeks would ask for water they would say "fresh" for short, instead of just saying...uhhh... you know, "water". So eventually the ancient word for "fresh" became the word meaning water and the actual water gradually fell out of use (except for its derivatives).

As if this was not funny enough once, it happened again with wine, like Anon points out. The ancient Greek word for wine is οἶνος, a very ancient word with direct PIE roots (From Proto-Hellenic *wóinos compare Mycenaean Greek wo-no, from Proto-Indo-European *wéyh₁ō; related to English wine, Latin vīnum etc). In modern pronunciation, it is ínos.

However by the Byzantine period the word for wine had changed from οίνος to κρασί (krasí). So what happened there? Was this a foreign loanword? Was it a Medieval Greek neologism? Well, nope! Krasi etymologically comes from the Ancient Greek noun κρᾶσις (krásis) which means mixture, referring to the beloved habit of Ancient Greeks to dilute their wine with water. In fact, the ancients themselves would often say "οἶνος κεκραμένος" (ínos kekraménos) which means "mixed wine".

So somehow it seems the Byzantine Greeks were saying "the mixture" referring to wine so much that it overshadowed the actual word for wine at some point and it became the standard word for wine! This makes me assume that in the Byzantine Empire they kept diluting their wine for the most part, perhaps because getting drunk must have not been viewed very positively in a medieval Christian society.

What's certain is that Greeks after the Fall of Constantinople and during their existence in the Ottoman Empire and then the modern state of Greece absolutely have NOT been diluting their wine. Which means that calling our modern wine "krasí" is technically wrong. The funny thing is that the pure non-diluted wine we drink today is also called άκρατος οίνος (ákratos ínos) which means precisely "non-mixed wine" and it is literally the exact opposite of its "synonym" κρασί (krasí)! So these two are simultaneously synonyms and antonyms... welcome to Greek.

I should say however that οίνος, the ancient word for wine, is not obsolete by any means. Οίνος is absolutely a very much existing, used word in modern Greek, it's just not as regularly used as κρασί. For example, in your everyday speech you will probably say krasí, but in written form or in a more formal context you will likely say ínos instead. I don´t know where you found the words but it just gave you the most common, standard everyday one. Comparatively, the ancient word for water ύδωρ is way, way less used than the word οίνος.

Also, a lot of wine derivatives used in modern Greek come from οίνος. Some examples:

οινεμπόριο (inembório) = wine trade οινοπαραγωγή (inoparaghoyí) = wine production οινοποιείο (inopiío) = winery οινοπωλείο (inopolío) = wine shop οινοποσία (inoposía) = wine drinking οιναποθήκη (inapothíki) = wine store room οινώδης (inóðis) = wine-like, relating to wine

Unlike in the water's case though, some derivatives in modern Greek also come from κρασί. Some examples:

κρασοπότηρο (krasopótiro) = wine glass κρασοκανάτα (krasokanáta) = jug for wine, more often used sarcastically for a drunkard κρασοκατάνυξη (krasokatányxi) = "wine devoutness", sarcastically the implied as excessive consumption of wine in a group κρασάτο (krasáto) = used for a dish with wine as an important ingredient

Did you notice that the derivatives coming from krasí seem less formal and often more caustic than the ones from inos? That's not random at all. It shows you right there which word has more formal and which has more informal connotations.

Back to your question about whether Greeks still dilute their wine, the reason Ancient Greeks did that is because they did not have good enough ways to prevent their wine from turning to vinegar so in order to preserve the wine they used very mature grapes that had more carbohydrates and gave a higher alcoholic degree to their wine. Their wine was stronger than ours nowadays. So they diluted it with water to not get easily drunk and then speak nonsense in the sympósia XD

As to whether there are other such cases of funny etymology in Greek, you know what, I am POSITIVE there is a lot but I can´t think of something on the top of my head. Well, one I have written about before is the case of the mouse. There were mice on the ships which the ancients called ποντικός μῦς (pontikós mys) meaning something like "of the sea / coastal mouse" and then again after time the first word overshadowed the second so now we call the mouse "pontikós", therefore we literally call the mouse "coastal" instead of, you know... mouse.

[raginginsomniac]

A detail i appreciate in Frieren is how the costumes and set are shown visibly different in the flashback scenes with Flamme as opposed to the scenes in the present, or with the hero's party; they echo ancient Greece and the classical period more than the middle ages or renaissance. A lot of fantasy doesn't seem to show change in culture and technology over centuries, but it's present here. You can also see it in the episode with Qual, where they show how magic has changed and improved over time akin to real world military technology.

[smoooothoperator]

Beautiful Stranger

04: It's Now Or Never

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

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warnings: fluff, awkwardness, sexual references. flashbacks are on italics

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a/n: IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!!! Even if I was a little stressed beacuse I was feeling that things were weird, I hope that everyone liked this chapter. Exciting things will happen soon.

What do you think is Lily's past? What happened to her? Im reading you!

Every way of feedback is very welcomed

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I needed more. More of the way he held me after thinking I was drowning, of how his hands were on my thighs pulling me closer to him. The look on his face, the blue eyes looking at mine. I needed more of him.

"I-I think I had enough water," I said, clearing my throat and looking away, blushing.

But I don't want him to take his hands away from me. I want him to hold me the way he's holding me now.

"You want to go to the towel?" he asked me, making me nod and sigh.

We got out of the water and I walked slowly to the towel. Feeling the cold water was good, I stopped feeling the pain in my ankle and that made me happy. 

I just laid there, facing the sun and waiting for my skin to get dry. I should put the bandage on again, but who cares? It's not like I'm going to get up and run. I'm not a masochist who loves to feel pain.

"Tell me more about yourself." I heard him say, laying on the towel in the same position I was.

"Hm? Why should I?" I smile looking at him. 

His curls were now better thanks to the water. They were perfect spirals that made me want to touch them and twist them around my fingers.

"Well, because I want to know more about you." he shrugged his shoulders, looking straight to the sky. 

"Oh… Yeah," I sigh. "What would you like to know?"

"I want to know who you are," he said, turning his face to look at me. "The true Lily."

The true Lily… No. He can't know. No one can know.

"E-eh…" I mumble, swallowing thickly. "Well, you already know everything about me."

"That's it?" he frowned. "You  are Brit, but from where?"

"Eh… Birmingham" I sighed. That's true.

"Oh, that's lovely" he nodded. "And… Did you study something? You went to university?"

"Well…" I sigh, smiling weakly. "I tried, but I didn’t get accepted anywhere.”

Lie.

"Oh? Why?" he frowned.

"I guess that they didn't like me." I mumbled. 

Lie.

I loved studying. I wanted to go to university. I really did. But who hated it were my parents. They didn't like that I never paid attention to the family duties. And the day they found out I wanted to go to the university, it was one of the worst days of my life.

"What is this?" my father asked, watching the letters on top of the table.

"T-Those are the letters the universities sent back after I sent my solitudes." I mumbled, looking down. "For Ancient History and Art Studies…"

"No," he frowned. "How dare you?"

"But- Dad!" I frown, but immediately flinched when he got up. "I want to eventually be on my own!"

"Don't you dare to raise your voice to me!" he frowned, hitting the table. "You are not going there."

"Why not?" I frown. "Dad, I want to learn, get an education!"

"No!" he screamed.

I tried to stop him. But I didn't see what was coming. I wasn't fast enough to stop him from taking the lighter out of the pocket of his suit. I wasn't fast enough to take the letters away from him.

I just stood still, watching him burn the only chance I had to live my life.

I felt nauseous, breathing the smell of smoke and burned paper. I felt nauseous thinking about what my own father did, locking me in the cage for the rest of my life.

"Well, then they really wasted a very intelligent woman." Logan said, shaking his head.

"I prefer studying on my own." I sighed. 

"But what about work?" he frowned.

"Work? I'm happy with where I work" I laughed. "I like baking and making coffee for the people who come into the restaurant. And I make handmade things and paintings."

"Oh, really?" he gasped. "What do you make?"

I smile and sit straight, looking around. When I found some shells on the sand I smiled, grabbing them and showing them to him.

"I have jars with a lot of types of shells and sea crystals" I smiled. "I make necklaces and other things, then I sell them to the tourist shops."

"Oh, a business woman, I see," he laughed. 

If only you knew…

"Yeah, kinda," I laugh, nervous. "I have to survive here somehow."

He smiled and looked at me, then at the sheets in my hand. He played with them, brushing his fingers on the palm of my hand, making me feel goosebumps all over my body.

His touch is soft, and even if he was touching the little shells, I felt like what he wanted to do was touch my skin.

"Can you make me a necklace?" he asked, looking up at me. 

"What?" I frown, getting out of my mind. "Oh, of course."

"Nice," he smiled. 

I took a deep breath and sighed, closing my eyes. I feel comfortable, but at the same time I don't.

I don't have control here. I can’t help but like that he’s spending time with me and that I can let my guard down, but I'm too scared to do that. What if he finds out who I am? I should relax around him…

But it feels good. I like how it feels his touch on my skin, with his eyes on me. It feels good when he helps me, holding me carefully and making sure I don't get hurt or that I won't fall.

Is this how it feels when someone cares about you, when someone is worried about your health, and happiness?

Then I like that.

"Tell me about you," I asked him, with my eyes still closed and humming as the sun warmed my skin. "So in that way I don’t let a stranger walk inside my house without permission."

"It’s not my fault you left the door unlocked." he chuckled.

"Shut up," I laughed.

"Well… as I told you I'm for Bristol," he sighed. "And… I mean, I already told you everything about me."

"So that's it?" I frown, opening an eye and looking at him. 

"I'm pretty boring," he smiled weakly. "I didn't go to the university neither."

I look at him and bite my lip. He's smiling and looking at my lips, making me blush.

"Stop doing that," he whispered, this time his voice was deep.

"Doing what?" I frown, confused.

"Biting your lip" he said. "Because that makes me want to kiss you."

"O-oh," I swallowed thickly, surprised by his answer.

"Forget I said that," he mumbled, looking away. "I shouldn’t have said that, sorry."

"No, no… it's okay." I said, clearing my throat. "Eh… Don't worry."

An uncomfortable silence fell between us. I just sat and searched shells on the sand while he just laid there on the towel. It was awkward.

But why? He wants to kiss me. And I think I want to kiss him too.

"You like this one?" I asked, showing him a shell I found. "It's kinda orange."

"I love orange," he smiled, looking at it. "Would you make me a necklace with this one?"

"I have a lot of orange shells," I smile softly. 

He looked at me with a smile, sitting straight too and looking around, playing with the sand and grabbing shells too.

I smiled looking at him, watching how he left the shells on my hand, how his fingers touched my skin while leaving the shells, how he gasped when he found shells of different shapes and colors.

"Can we go back?" I asked him, looking at the water.

"Of course" he nodded. 

We put the shells on my bag and he helped me stand up, holding my hands. I was so close to him, and he just smirked.

"What-" I frown, but then screamed surprised immediately.

He picked me up, bridal style, and ran to the water with me in his arms. I laughed, holding onto him and gasping when I felt the cold water on my skin.

"Don't move your feet, Lily," he said, chuckling.

I laugh softly and nod, looking at him and relaxing. I just floated, looking up at the sky with a smile on my lips. I could feel his hands on my back, holding me. I could feel his eyes on me, but I just ignored it.

"I only know you for two days," I heard him whisper.

"True." I hummed. 

"And ,I want to kiss you" he repeated, making me open my eyes and sigh.

"Logan…" I sighed, tensing a little. 

"I know, I'm sorry" he sighed. "Eh… why don't we go back to the apartments? It's time for your medicine."

"Yeah," I sighed, holding his shoulders.

We went back to the towels, this time to get dressed. I wrapped the towel around me after shaking off the sand.

He helped me again, picking me up so I could go upstairs and then he helped me get in the car. But it was tense sitting in the car with him. 

I looked at his right hand holding the steering wheel while the other was out of the window. I wanted to feel his hand on my thigh, placing his hand there like saying "I'm here". This feels like being on a rollercoaster that goes too fast and I can't see the end. 

My life had been a rollercoaster once. I'm not ready to live through it a second time.

I looked at my hand, frowning. That ring felt heavier than it looked. It was too bright. 

"You should be happy," my mother said, nudging my hand and making me stand with my back straight, shoulders back and chin up. "I was already going to give up on you."

"I'm sorry, mother" I frowned, grabbing the material of the dress and sighing. 

"You should go with Adrien." she sai,d, looking away from me.

"Yes, mother." I sigh, walking away, facing what is going to be my future.

"Lily?" Logan called me, making me gasp and look around. "We’re here."

"Oh, yeah…" I sigh. "Sorry, I was just… thinking."

"Mhm…" he hummed, getting out of the car after parking it and then walking the other way to open my door.

He picked me up on his back again, walking upstairs and then leaving me in front of my door. I smiled weakly at him, giving him his backpack.

"Well…" he sighed, trying to not look at me.

"Come in," I said, opening my front door. "You want the necklace… right?"

"Oh, yeah" he smiled weakly. "But I'm going to get changed."

"Okay" I nodded, biting my lip and opening my door.

🎮

How can I be so stupid? Asking her not once but twice!

God, Lando. You should be using your head and not your dick.

I walked inside the apartment and took a quick shower, trying to cool down and forget everything that happened.

But God… how can I forget it? I had her close to me all the time. I saw her smiling, I counted the moles of her face, I saw how blue her eyes get with the sun. I touched her warm skin and held her while we were in the water.

"Oh, come on!" I groan feeling how my boner was growing because I was thinking about her. "Are you serious?"

Just thinking about her makes me feel this way. I wanted to kiss her so badly, I wanted to touch her all the time. When we were on the water I could feel her hard nipples. When we were sitting on the towels I just couldn't help but see her body. And during the car ride the only thing I wanted to do was place my hand on her thigh and squeeze it softly.

"Fuck" I moaned, touching myself and searching for a realease. 

How will I survive the next few days without going crazy? I can't go and act like this in front of her? What will she think about me?

I rested my forehead against the wall, feeling the cold water on my nape and running down my back. 

I'm scared of these feelings, but I don't want them to end. I want to keep them, even if it only means a summer thing.

After getting out of the shower I got dressed, wearing something comfortable. I dried my hair and looked at myself in the mirror.

"Don't do more stupid things" I frown, pointing at myself.

I grabbed the keys and locked the door, going to hers and opening it slowly behind me.

"Lily, I'm here" I sighed, walking inside the apartment.

Then she walked out of the room with a towel wrapped on her hair, wearing an oversized hoodie and shorts underneath it.

"Oh, hey" she smiled, taking off the towel and moving her hair with her fingers. "I washed the shells"

"That's nice" I smiled softly, following her around the apartment like a lost puppy.

She opened the door of another room and I smiled. It's her painting room. I saw it yesterday when I walked in front of it, but now being inside of it is amazing.

"Wow" I smiled, looking around. 

There are some canvases hanging on the walls, shelves with notebooks and every type of drawing materials. On the other side of the room there is a table with boxes and jars on it, with jewels hanging on the wall.

"This is amazing, Lily" I smile looking at her. 

"Thank you" she chuckled. "Come on, grab that chair"

I followed her finger and nod, grabbing the chair that was in front of the other desk. I put it next to her, sitting on it and smiling. Now she smells better, something fruity. 

"How do you want it?" she asked me, looking at me.

"Eh… I don't know" I frown, looking at her and then at the other necklaces she had. "That one looks nice"

"So basic" she laughed, rolling her eyes.

I chuckled softly and looked at her. She started working on it, making a little hole on the orange she found and then put a small ring on it.

"Silver or gold?" she asked, grabbing something from a box.

"Eh… silver" I nodded, smiling.

"Yeah, you look like a silver guy" she liked softly, painting the edges of the shell. 

I followed her movements closely over her shoulder, watching how she poked the tip of her tongue out while she focussed on the painting part. 

I just wanted to touch her hair and brush it away from her eyes, rest my chin on her shoulder and kiss her cheek. I just want to do all those things but I'm scared she'll think I'm taking advantage of her.

"You want a long chain?" she asked, turning her face to look at me.

She was too close, and it was perfect. I could feel her breathing in my skin, and none of us cared to move away. I could lean on her and press my lips on her, it's just some centimeters away. But…

"Yeah" I whisper, looking down at her lips.

And I pulled away. I don't want to do something stupid. I don't want to regret things with her.

"Okay" she whispered, licking her lips.

I sigh, looking away and swallowing thickly. I was going to kiss her, I had the perfect chance to do it.

"Here you have" she said, showing me the necklace.

"It's… it's perfect" I smile. "Thank you, really"

"it's nothing" she smiled, looking away and putting the things she used back in their place.

And silence fell between us, again. An uncomfortable silence of not knowing what to do or say. I don't mind sitting close to her, our knees touching each other. I don't mind having her in my personal space. But being in silence kills me, because I can hear the voices that ask me to make a move.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" she asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Yeah" I nod, relieved.

She smiled and nodded, taking a deep breath and standing up. She went to the kitchen, walking slowly with the crutches, and I followed her. 

"Do you want to learn how to make a Greek salad?" she asked looking back at me.

"If that means learning from the best chef I know, yes" I smile, standing next to her.

I saw her blush and I chuckled. She started to explain things, not only about the recipe but about the whole Greek gastronomy. It was so beautiful hearing her talk about something she loves and watching her do something she loves.

It just makes me fall for her even more.

"This is amazing, Lily" I groaned while eating the salad. "God, you are amazing"

"Thanks" she chuckled.

I spent nearly all day with her, and I don't want it to end. I woke up thinking about her and I will fall asleep thinking about her. 

"Oh, do you want to watch Peaky Blinders with me?" she asked me, remembering that I told her that I watched the series.

"Oh, definitely" I smile nodding.

Great. Now I can spend more minutes with her.

We went to the living room and she sat on the couch, letting a loud sigh of relief escape her lips. 

"Do you want to put your foot on something?" I asked her, sitting too close.

"Yeah, I should" she sighed.

I chuckled and grabbed a cushion, pulling the coffee table close to her so she could rest the foot there. 

"Better?" I smile.

"So much better" she sighed.

The episode started to play, and even if I tried to pay attention to the screen, the fact that she was inches away from me,.kept me unfocused.

I want to hold her. Why can't I hold her? I just want to feel her body pressed against mine again, is that too much to ask?

I had an internal battle in my brain. I wanted to make a move on her, touch her and kiss her. But at the same time I wanted to keep a distance in case I fall too hard and end up with my heart broken.

"Logan" I heard her call my fake name.

"Hm?" I hummed without tearing my eyes off the screen.

"I'm sleepy" she whispered, making me frown and turn my head to look at her. "Sorry…"

I didn't notice that two episodes had already ended. I was too deep in my mind that the time went so fast and I couldn't enjoy my time with her.

"No, hey. It's okay" I smiled weakly, sitting straight and sighing. "I guess it is my cue to go back to my own apartment"

I saw her nod and I sighed, getting up. She followed me, getting up slowly and walking with me towards the front door. It was like the shame walk with her following me behind.

"Well" I sigh, grabbing the doorknob. "Good night"

"Good night, Logan" she smiled holding the door.

Good job, Lando.

I got out and sighed when I heard her closing the door. I walked towards my own apartment, but I felt like something was pulling me back to her door. 

So I turned around and walked until the door was in front of me. Should I knock? Open the door? She would think I'm crazy. 

"Fuck it" I groan. 

UI grabbed the doorknob and opened it, finding Lily there, breathless.

"Hey" she smiled, making me take a step and cup her cheeks with both of my hands. "Logan?"

And I just did it. 

I pressed my lips on hers, not wanting to be rude. I waited for her to kiss me back, to move. She was tense, not even hugging me. So I just pulled away.

I fucked up. I messed up things. I shouldn't have done that.

And then I felt her soft lips pressed on mine, kissing me slowly, with her hands on my chest.

She's kissing me.

"Stay" she whispered against my lips, making me smile and kiss her back, picking her up and walk towards the bedroom.

I sat on her bed with her on my lap, my hands on her things close to her ass. None of us stopped the kiss, not even when she started taking off my shirt, not even when I slipped my hand under her shirt. It was addictive, her lips are like a drug I never want to stop taking.

"Fuck!" she gasped suddenly.

"What, what?" I frown, pulling away, looking at her with little tears in her eyes. "Lily, hey. What's wrong?"

"I moved the ankle" she mumbled, hiding her face on my neck and trying to take deep breaths. "Fucking hell, it hurts"

"Oh, Lily…" I chuckled, rubbing her back. "It's okay. Did you take the medicine?"

"Yeah, when we had dinner" she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Do you have ice?" I whisper. "It will be okay"

I felt her nod and I sighed. I got up from the bed, leaving her there while I went to the kitchen to grab a towel with the ice cubes.

"God…" I sigh, palming myself trying to fix the bulge on my joggers. 

When I walked back to her bedroom she was laying on a side of the bed, making me bite my lip and take a deep breath. She wants me to stay for real?

"Here you have" I whisper, placing the towel on her ankle and hearing her gasp, then sigh of relief.

"Stay, Logan" she whispered. "Please?"

"I think that what happened is a way of saying that I should leave, Lily" I sighed, smiling weakly.

"No, hey" she frowned. "Stay, I want you to stay. I'm asking you to stay here and sleep with me. I want to, you are not forcing me"

I sigh and nod, biting my lip. I walked to the side of the bed she left empty for me, sitting on it and looking at her. 

"You don't mind if I sleep on my boxers?" I whisper. "It's too hot at night…"

"No, don't worry" she smiled. "Unless you have something to hide"

"Oh, eh…" I blushed. The boner was growing.

"I'm joking" she laughed. "By the way, you'll have to take off the towel soon, so…"

"Yeah, I know" I laughed softly.

I lean my back on the headboard, taking a deep breath. Then I felt her moving closer to me, making me wrap my arm around her shoulders when she rested her head on my chest.

"You are a beautiful stranger" I whisper. 

"I'm not a stranger anymore, am I?" she whispered looking up at me, moving her eyes to my lips.

"No, you are not" I whisper, leaning in and kissing her again. 

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[aestophobia]

flashback scenes i want to see in season 3 (even though I know we can't have them all)

- the Arrangement actually being made

- ancient greece (maybe them inspiring some myths)

- pirates

- 60s ineffable wives

- wild west

- more 1941

- a regency era ball (dance card!!!!!)

- why aziraphale did the i was wrong dance in 1650

- 14th century

- idk some time after eden but before the flood

[estrangedyawn]

Spoilers for new chapter of ONS: Yuu has ANGEL MIKAELAS soul, right? But the events in ancient Greece (that had to have happened much later after Shikama was damned) show that "Yuu?" was still able to talk to angel Mikas corpse. So who was he talking to if Angel Mika's soul is in Yuu?

In the ancient Greece flashbacks, yuu was able to be resurrected over and over like he was being cloned. This kind of makes sense seeing how eyeball Yuu was able to make humans. Maybe these default humans have the appearance of "Yuu"? But when host Yuu dies, what happens to the Yuu who had mikaelas soul? Is it his soul that keeps being reincarnated into a Yuu body?

ALSO if the souls of the fallen angels went into the new humans, WHERE DID THAT SOUL GO??? did it just get kicked out when Mikaelas soul went into Yuu? What!???!?

And obviously, the elephant in the room- WHO IS MIKA(demon/vampire/human)???

He's a vessel most likely, and has his own separate soul from Yuuichiro. But if Mika is a vessel, why has shikama saved angel Mikaelas body?

I don't think they're the same person no, so no selfcest. I think that this will be more like a half-soul plot thing if anything (maybe I guess???) I'm 99% sure though that there's gonna be some "But I'm still me, and you're still you!" speech at some point.

I have a lot more questions but I'm just digging a hole now. I love this manga, but actually what. Like what. As a KH superfan who gets the plot, even I'm confused. I'm sure this will be answered. Eventually, like in three years time. But it's just so frustrating. No i dont read the novels, or catastrophe at 16, but im assuming this is news to everyone in the community. Am I missing something? I'm just trying to theorize.

I'm in a little cage and want answers. Someone help.

[tmwcs]

Mermaids Tale - Chapter 8

Okay i managed to finish chapter 8 and am posting it. not really proofread so please, ignore the errors and mistakes. we're getting closer and closer to the good parts.

You shut off the row of fluorescent lighting in the great hall of the museum, the clicking of your heels against the tile flooring seldomly pleases your ears as the echo of each click clack travels around the artifacts.

It has been over 3 months since you met Heeseung, yet only a week since you last spoke. The last meeting you had with him…it was…

‘How could he do that to me?...I never want to see him again. Should I move? But I just got to this city…’

You became pensive in thought, wondering that if he really was an Adam. Not only that, but the effect he had when he sang at the karaoke bar…it was the same with you. What was he, exactly? Is he truly an Adam or something else? Is it even possible? The clan was formulated in Ancient Greece, can someone of Korean ethnicity be an Adam?

You guess that it could have happened. Heeseung could be a descendant of a clan member that somehow, made his way to Korea at some point of time in history.

You ran through numerous possibilities that would support any logic you could think of as to provide a reason that would ground your doubts, trying to make yourself feel reassured. Your mind relives the second that you extended your hand politely, stating your name and a proper greeting as you prepare to shake his hand, leading to your despair and ultimate shock when you were able to physically feel the touch of his hand holding onto yours.

Worse than that, the last meeting you had at the friendly gathering when you had done karaoke…after everyone left, he…

The image of Heeseung’s face as he bit his lips, grazed his tongue over the top row of his straight teeth, looking like he was about to feast on his prey…you. In some aspect, he got a taste. The moment his hands roamed and groped your breast, touched you in the area that you had never breached with your own hand, causing you to melt and experience something you’ve never felt before. When he took his fingers, after glazing them with a part of you, and licked them clean while making you watch…at the time, you felt strange. You were fearful and yet, there was something else about it…that in that split second, you didn’t seem to mind it, because your body wanted more.

Now, being away from him and isolated in your workplace, it made your blood boil just thinking about it.

You remember going back home that night, wondering if he truly was what you were warned of for so long. The thought of it scared you, so much, that you nearly heeded your mother’s words of direction. A piece you believed you should have, although you nearly felt confident that everything was safe as long as you remain at a distance from him. At this point, moving may be a considerable option, even though you had just relocated six months ago.

Your mind shifted from meeting Heeseung to the night you made that promise to your mom, the promise you didn’t keep after she gave you her earnest warning.

……..

“We can and we would feel everything. Even without being anywhere the ocean. That is the most significant way to tell, since the ancient times, Adams became the only man that Sirens can feel. That means, they can inflict pain. Outside or beneath our skin.”

“Then…what then, mama? If I run, where do I go?”

‘……….’

“You go back to the sea.”

………

The flashback ends abruptly as you hear the door from across the conference lobby nearby open. It was strange, considering everyone had clocked out, the only personnel that remained was security who were posted on the first level near the main entrance. They only conduct their security roves at midnight, which enhanced the confusing state you were in as you slowly made your way towards the lobby to see who had just walked in.

Your heart plummets to the to the bottom of your stomach.

Heeseung.

What is he doing here? How did he even know you’d be here? Did he find out you work here?

A series of questions run through your head as you felt a small gulp race down the center of your throat. You never told him where you worked, where you lived, or the usual spots you go for coffee or the markets. You never told him anything yet, he here he was, walking towards you.

Clad all in black, his leather jacket sways as he strutted in a rather harsh manner, as if he was on a mission. He was looking directly at you as he walked past the chairs and the conference table, his broad shoulders and arms develop a momentum from his manner of walking, giving him an aggressive posture. His face was firm, very stern frankly, but you noted the hint of fluster in his countenance as he began breathing slightly heavier the closer he got to you.

You opened your mouth to ask him what he was doing here, but for some unimaginable reason, your voice would not produce a sound. Instead, you found yourself muted as you stood there just for Heeseung to grab you, pinning your arms to the sides of your torso as he keeps walking, your hands grabbed on to the leather sleeves of his jacket, cupping his elbows for support as his relentless movement forces you to take multiple steps back until your back makes harsh contact with the wall.

‘No!...Not this again!’

Strands of your hair were caught in his grasp of your arms, semi-weaved in between his fingers as he squeezes them, burying the pads of his fingers into your skin. You started to feel the pain.

The pain…

A cross between the sudden realization that you regained the sense of touch as he encounters you, and the pain of his grip, swirled you into an emotional frenzy. Looking down at one of his hands that firmly gabbed onto you, you slightly shift up, wincing as your mouth slightly juts open.

You noticed the way his face was looking at you. It was calm yet he had a peculiar expression that almost made him looked concerned, but also aware of what he was doing, like he was testing something.  

Keeping the expression, he squeezes his grip around your arms. You wince again, only this time a small gasp escapes your mouth.

“You feel that… don’t you?”  

Your eyes felt shattered as they widened in horror.

What did he just say?

“W-what?...” you stuttered, the burn on your eyeballs indicated you were on the verge of sobbing from fear.

You play dumb for a moment, that little voice tries to calm you by telling you he was just speaking nonsense.

“I said…do you feel it?” he speaks out through gritted teeth and furrowed eyebrows. You was warning you through his expression, to not play with him, he was in no mood for it. Why? Why was he like this with you? How did he know to ask you if you could….feel?

You noticed his expression was starting to have less of that concerned look as a very subtle hint of annoyance shows within his brow line and his eyes as they glared down to you.

“Wh-what are you doing here? How did you know where I work?”

You winced in pain in between your words as you bid him to answer you. His face transitions to a very composed expression as he tilted his head back just slightly, projecting his features to look almost demeaning as he eyes you down with sharp, black, and piercing eyes. He took a single breath through slightly parted lips, leaned his face in and whispered in your ear.

“Siren…”

Your body jolts up as your hands break their position of cupping his elbows, instead, you reach up to place them on the broad surface of his chest as you begin pushing away. The look of fear and worry plaster your eyes as you struggle to break free from his grasp, your legs begin to tremble.

“Let me go! I said let me go!”

He looks at you sternly once more. How did he know? How did he…?

“So…you knew? Since the first time we met you knew about…me?”

He looked almost as if he was angered by the fact that you had a hint of who he was and refrained from telling him.

“Let me go Heeseung.”

You tried to match the harshness of his gaze as you sternly repeated your demand. It only propelled him to look angrier, and you were scared upon wondering what his intentions were.

Seeing the reflection of the light bouncing off the shine in your eyes, he leans his face closer towards you. Backing you up to the wall entirely, you were restricted in avoiding him closing in on you.

He got closer, you turned your face off to the side, his hands released their grasp of your arms. He reaches up and places his hand on your cheek and pulls your face forward, flushed with his.

His other hand finds your pelvic bone and he gently leaves it planted there as he pushes, causing you to shove tightly against the wall.

Taking a second to brush the tip of his nose against yours, his eyelids slowly becoming half shut and his slightly parted lips tapping against yours, he pushes out a long steady breath. You can’t believe that, even when it came to the temperature of his vapors, you could feel it. You felt everything.

Noticing your sudden reaction towards his actions, he closes the distance completely and kisses you.

Your first kiss. So this is what it feels like? His warm tongue forcing pass your lips, breaking entry, gliding over yours and merging deeper into your throat, while grazing over the roof of your mouth. It’s the first time you got to feel a kiss.

Then you realized, within this moment, there were physical surfaces, objects, and body parts you’ve never felt before, and you could feel them right now. Such as the wall behind you, the cool surface of it touching your skin, or his belt clip poking aginst your groin. You could feel it all, the wall, the kiss the inside of someone’s mouth, and the tip of someone’s nose. You could feel those things because of Heeseung.

You were relishing and becoming familiar with the sensation of everything.

Throughout your entire life, you never got to experience a moment such as this. The feeling of touch and physical sense had been limited to specific elements, and objects that could only be found by the sea whenever you basked in the water. Those countless days where you were the most joyful at the feeling of the wind, the sand, and the water, it all felt dull compared to this moment.

He gently breaks the kiss, but remained just a hair away, as if he was going to give it you again.

His eyes were lustful, and his breathing was deep.

“...You felt that?...” He whispered to you. His voice was softer than it was a moment ago, calm and deep, and very tender.

You nodded, also developing a lustful component in your eye. You couldn’t help it, this feeling and this sensation, all triggered by his touch…it was like nothing you ever could imagine. Your body reacted to it in a way that you wish it hadn’t, but in a way…you were welcoming it as you found yourself breathing harder, a painful knot developing in your gut, and the pulling of your hips as you retract them from waning to grind against his groin.

Seeing your dazed expression triggered him to smirk in a subtly manner, letting out a breath that expressed a hint of joy. Noticing it, you snapped out of your desiring state and  recontinued sour efforts to push him away.

He didn’t fight it, instead, he took two steps back as you peeled yourself off the wall, the moment you broke physical contact with him you felt your body losing the sense of touch, only to return when he walked after you and grabbed your wrist.

With a perplexed look on his face, he slightly shook his head at you in confusion and raised a brow at you, hinting the demand for an answer or an explanation.

“Let go.”

“Why?”

“Because…I want to leave.”

His grip tightened around your wrist, your sense of touch returns along with the pain and pressure admitted by his grip.

“Because of the history between our ancestors?”

His words shocked you, forgetting the importance of getting away, you turn and inquired about his knowledge on both of your ancestral makeup.

“How…how do you know of that?”

“My grandfather told me….my great-great-grandfather, actually.” Still maintaining the grip on you, his eyes shift their gaze to the floor beneath your feet.

“….is he…?”

Heeseung knew where you were going with your words as they trailed off. He nodded as he looked into your eyes once more.

“Yeah…he is. I guess I’m one too…an Adam, or whatever we’re called.”

Feeling a moment of defeat caused you to look off to the side of your shoulder in amazement.

A whole male line of Adams that had been in the city you moved into and resided in for the last six months…how could you be so unlucky?

“We should talk.” Heeseung’s words were spoken firmly, but with a calm tone in his voice.

But you didn’t want to talk; you didn’t want to be in the same room or building as him. Your mother would scream if she were to witness this right now. You should be heading to the airport and getting a one-way ticket to Greece, next to the Adriatic Sea, just like your mother had done when your father was reaching of high age.

But Heeseungs expression was mellow and calm. You’re not sure what your mother had imagined or pictured in the case of seeing an Adam, no one did, apart from the original Sirens born directly out of Poseidon’s blood and seafoam. But you wondered if she had become overly fearful from what transpired with the direct line of the clan, because Heeseung was not presenting any threat that you could sense. There was no presence of danger or ill will, just him in his normal temperament. At least, for now.

You stayed, just for a little while to talk to him. Although the talking didn’t really start until after a very lengthy pause of silence, where you both found yourselves staring at the wall and the floor.

“What did your grandfather tell you?”

“Quite a bit. Mostly giving me an explanation…”

“An explanation?”

 Facing you directly, his legs were extended at a tilt to project the leaning posture he committed to against the front of your desk.

“…The day I met you…I started to…get this feeling.”

“A feeling?...” You raised your eyebrow, starting to get concerned with his choice of words.

“Yeah…well, more like urges. It was like…I had this instinct to always find you, to the point where I couldn’t sleep. That’s how I was able to find you tonight. There’s a pulse that beats faster…and louder when you’re nearby. It becomes more intense the closer I get to you. ”

You should have left right at that moment, but for some reason you needed to hear more as you grew dangerously curious about what he was saying.

“He told me that as a descendant of your bloodline…you don’t have the ability to physically feel anything…I guess that’s why, our bloodlines had history together.

“You’re saying ourancestors had history because we could feel…you?” you scoffed out.

You puzzled the concept of what his grandfather had told him. It didn’t appear to be as descriptive from what the women in your family had passed down to each generation.

“I have to go. I can’t be here with you.”

His face reflected a vivid image of disappointment. “Why?”

“Just…leave me alone, Heeseung. I’m…I’m thinking of leaving and moving away. I can’t be anywhere around you or your family.”

You didn’t know how to finish off your sentence, considering you truly were unaware of what would happen, it didn’t help that your mother was so vague, yet it wasn’t her fault, since more than likely didn’t know herself. She was only told the same things she shared with you.

“Would it be so bad if you…stayed?”

He asked you, evident in his attraction towards you, his affection and fondness towards you grew more intense each time you met up with him.

“I think it would be.” you spoke out bluntly, unsure how to back up the plausibility of your statement.

“I don’t think it would” He straightens his posture and moves away from his leaned state at the front of your desk. “ I think you’re scared…but you don’t seem to know what you’re scared of. Are you scared of me? Is that it, y/n?”

You avoided to answer. You became evasive to the manner of how he appealed to you with his demeanor and restricted yourself from making any subtle movement in your body to reflect that you were entertaining his rather appalling statement.

“It’s just…if you go, I don’t know if I can stop. It gets worse the more you push me away, and I can’t control it…you’re turning me into a monster.” He speaks out softly as he slowly makes his way towards you.

Your heart started to beat faster, your chest was sore, and your insides was churning.

“I just don’t know why…we can’t leave our ancestors out of it…out of me and you. I don’t know why…you believe that we can’t change the pace of history between our two family lines.”

He was appealing to you in earnest; the moment he saw your face he lost his breath from the sight before him.

Your eyes were like hooks, he couldn’t find any way to break contact from them. He’s never seen a woman so beyond beautiful. Society has given him a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to true and earthly beauty, with all the girls in Korea, and nearly every other continent, they all resorted to extreme artificial measures to enhance their faces and bodies. Yet, after exhausting so much time, effort, and money on to themselves, they didn’t reach his soul like you did.

You had an essence about you, an aura, and it wasn’t just an emotional vibe. He could see it in your eyes, lips and hear it through your voice, it only fueled him to become more daring, because to him, you were his Mona Lisa, the Virgin Mary, his Eve, the ideal canvas of womanhood.

The moment you shook his hand, and he saw the reaction on your face, his body felt like for the first time in his life, it was coming together like a puzzle, piece by piece. He never felt so whole, there was this yearning to feel more, and to see what else he’s missed out on in life.

He felt a burn that started in a consolidated state, right in the center of his chest. When he left for home that night from the party, he could feel it traveling his entire body, even in his skin. The only time it wasn’t infesting his soul was when he had you and touched you. That’s how he knew you belonged to him.

That minute when he was rendered motionless at the parking lot, he didn’t know what was happening but there was this knowing inside him that told him it was because of you. He needed to be close to you. He needed to be close, not for the fact that your obvious beauty was something that every man wanted for himself, although it was a triggering factor for him, but he also knew that you were special.

The flashbacks of your face, the sound of your voice, and the grace you carried as you walked, it felt unreal but also familiar to him and he was drawn to it. It wasn’t obsession or some level of infatuation, it was stronger. A lot stronger. He couldn’t sleep, eat, and every second he breathes the burn in his chest radiates with ignition.

He was suffering, yearning, and he was wanting. He would never admit it to you, although he already mentioned that he can pick up on your presence, but he had this continuous urge to find you. He needed to find you and keep you; he wasn’t sure if he hated himself for feeling that way, either. From the moment he started feeling the pressure, it was confusing and frustrating, but when his grandfather told him of their bloodlines, Heeseung began to accept that you both belonged with each other, and from the moment he came to that resolve, that’s when he started enjoying this game of seeking you out.

As Heeseung remained pensive, you raised your sight from the spot on the tile floor to tell him that you were leaving once more. But you stood frozen solid after noticing that while he was deep in thought, his eyes were staring straight into yours, right into the depths of your soul, almost as if he was seeing through you.

You’ve never seen eye contact like that, it was eerie to you. You would be lying if you told him that his eyes didn’t make you feel like you were in danger. They did.

You felt threatened, and intimidated. You’re not even sure how it was possible, but his face was different than how it looked just minutes ago, it had altered significantly enough to change his countenance, and it was literally happening before your very eyes.

His brows were normally straight which gave him a friendly, and soft appearance; however, you were stunned to notice that there was a bit of an arch to them. It casted a shadow over his eyes that, as you watched, hovered, and darkened the brown coloration, creating a marbling of black and glossy shine that was spearing through you. The round, almond shape became sleeker and narrower, his lids were heavier. The combination of the arch in his brows and the transition in his eyes made him look sinister.

His mouth was shut at a relaxed state, but you could see the minor movement in his jaw that his tongue was gliding over his teeth, the inside of his cheek, and behind his bottom lip. He looked hungry. His lips were no longer a lush, nude pink, instead, they were slightly darker, the maroon tint in the shade made him look bold. His cheeks, which normally had a suppleness to them, were slightly more contoured and sharper. His glare was so intense that you started to notice tiny beads of sweat tracing his hairline. His hair no longer looked soft, it was still combed over but the strands looked wild and rough, lacking the luster and smoothness they had just moments ago.

You could feel your eyes growing wider as you watched the transformation of his face, it was a subtle change, but the difference was vastly. He looked as if he matured a bit. Just as you noted all the changes, you were horrified when you noticed another change as he spoke.

“What?” He chuckles. “See something different? Or is there something about my face that you’re taking notice of?”  he smiles as he licks his lips, the look he gave to you..it was….

‘What is happening to him?...’

Heeseung’s voice was deep. It was calm but there was a vibration in his tone, it sent predatory signals to your ears. He said his words with a smirk, but it didn’t carry vibe of a quirky, fun, and playful essence. This one wasn’t like that at all. The corner of his mouth stitching upward, revealing teeth. When he opened his mouth, you watched as his tongue glides over the bottom row of his teeth, from cheek to cheek. He did it suggestively as you watched, while he tilted his chin down and narrowed his eyes at you.

You sprinted towards the door, quickly slamming the door shut as you simultaneously exited through, and ran out of the conference room, down the nearest stairwell going past each level as you desperately try to reach the first floor.  

Replaying the words he used earlier, when he spoke of the urges and how he couldn’t control them. You were beginning to realize that since he felt your skin and vice versa, the moment he saw your face, and smelled your scent, he had slowly been changing ever since.

Pushing him away and remaining distant from him these last few weeks did make him worse, but it was only his urges and desire to seek you out that was worsening. Refraining yourself from seeing him had only propelled the instincts in his blood to be drawed out from its suppressed state, like thunder, the urges and desires built from past generations of Adams, was all coming out through him.

You ran and exited the building, quickly flagging down a cab and making a trip back to your home.

Your heart was beating intensely, and fast. You were amazed that he escaped and that he didn’t follow you. Knowing that if you stayed at home for the night, he would have relied on those sensations to find you, since he’s now able to sense your presence.

Taking drastic measures, you figure it was safer to collect your belongings and head to the airport. It wasn’t the life you wanted to live, but the instinctive fear within you from this man compelled you to take the route of your mother, and the women before her. You were planning on going to Greece, and back where your ancestors emerged from, the sea.

Realizing that you were in such a rush to leave, you had left your wallet behind. Thankfully, you had additional identification at home, not to mention your passport.

The cab drops you off, and you hurriedly made your way to the door. Entering, you didn’t bother to flick on any of the lights, just one that remained dimmed as you quickly gathered your things.

As you grabbed your suitcase, you jammed anything you got your hands on, not even concerned about matching attire or going through a list, since you only had planned on being on land for one day. By the morning after you fly in, you’ll be in the water, searching for your mother and the other Sirens.

‘I can’t believe it’s come to this…I didn’t want to live that life…I wanted to stay…and I would have been able to, if it wasn’t for him.’

Pausing for a moment, you felt the frustration of having to be forced to take a path that didn’t please you. Not only that, but what if you couldn’t find your mother or the others? What then? You would be forced to roam the ocean alone…forever alone. Hiding away from men and land to conceal your identity and secret.

You knelt onto the floor with your hands on the edge of your bed to support your weakened frame as you quietly sobbed.

“Why are you crying?”

His voice….HIS VOICE….

Snapping your head back, your eyes widened as you turned your body to the side and begin tapping your fingers on the floor beneath you, wanting to grab onto something…anything, yet the smooth flat surface didn’t grant your wish.

He walks over, kneels right beside you, facing your direction. With a soft and deep tone, he smirks and asks you yet again.

“Why...are you crying, y/n?”

The tears in your eyes begin to stream down. You didn’t’ want to answer him, knowing full well that his resolve would be to try and convince you to stay with him, which was another route that you didn’t want.

“If you don’t want to go, then stay. Be mine…forever. We have our whole lives, and from the looks of it, it might be eternal…” he smirks as he reaches up, wiping the tears from your delicate face.

“So fucking pretty…” he chuckles slightly out of joy. “To think that I get to wake up every single day and see this face…” he leans into you, you suspected he was going to kiss you as he eyeballed your lips, but you turned your face away harshly.

He sighs out in disappointment. Once again, his features begin to change into a darker appeal from his normal countenance.

“…It wouldn’t be so bad, y/n. To be with the one person who understands you…. wouldn’t question your unchanged appearance and wouldn’t turn on you and reveal your secret to the world…it wouldn’t be bad at all. Why? Why can’t you see that being with me….it would make your life easier…it would make mine happier.”

His fingertips slide down your arm as he gazes down to the subtle exposure of your cleavage, emerging from the neckline of your dress.

“P-please…just leave me alone…I don’t want to leave but I don’t want to be with you. I’m…I’m scared.”

Looking back up at you, his face was stern. He looks down at your hands as he questions your remark.

“You shouldn’t be…I care for you…I desire you…i…I love you.” he softly whispers the last bit.

“Heeseung stop!”

“But I do….i love you, I want to marry you, I want to be with you. I want to keep you…so let me….let me keep you. I’m trying to give you the freedom of choice but if you’re going to be stubborn about it, then I’ll be the same way.”

He embraces you and pulls you against his frame.

“Stop!”

Shifting upwards, he pulls you up as he stands, locking both your lips in the process.

“Stop please!”

“Can you feel that? Can you….?” he speaks in between his kisses, which became more relentless and stronger the more he did it to you.

“Fuck…I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this…you’re so amazing.” He gasps out, his eyes extremely wide as he pauses the kiss. Stepping forward, he causes you to step back and fall onto the bed, with him remaining plastered to your body as he falls atop of you, smothering your face with kisses.

“Stop! Why? Why are you doing this?”

He didn’t answer for a moment or two, he was tenacious on kissing, licking, and biting your skin as his mouth was harshly assaulting your neck, chin, and collar bones.

Finally, he pauses and looks at you, pressing your foreheads together.

“Y/n…you must be a virgin…aren’t you? I bet you never had the urge to do it since…you never felt anything.” He watches as your lips quivered.

“H-Heeseung…please…don’t…just don’t.”

“I can…I can do it…I can make you everything….but since it’s your first time…it’s going to hurt….alot.” He grins against your lips, his eyes go back to being wide as he stares into yours.

“Please….i’ve never done anything…I wouldn’t….i wouldn’t hurt you or your family…or anyone…why are you doing this? Why, Heeseung?”

His expression showed off a hint of amusement.

“I already told you…I can’t control it…you’re turning me into a monster…you’re bringing out the beast within me.”

Reaching up, he gently moves the pieces of hair that lay across your face. Even with the sinister appeal within his face, he softly smiles…it was gentle and somewhat warm.

“I promise…after tonight, the next time, it wont hurt as much.” He states, gently giving you a small kiss before he continued. “But tonight…I’m afraid there’s going to be a little bit of pain…”

Looking up as he traps you within his arms, you felt hopeless.

“Let me have you…y/n just say yes. If you don’t…you’re only making it worse…I wont stop….say yes baby…let me ease my craving…let me have you, let me keep you, let me worship you….”

‘You must go back to the sea….y/n.’

For a moment, your mother’s voice travels your mind.

‘I’m sorry…mama…..i’m sorry. I really tried….but he won’t stop…he keeps coming after me. I want to leave…I really do…I wanted to live my life and continue moving on…but I’m afraid I wont be able to…at least….not without him. I have no choice. I give up….because now that he knows what he is…what I am…and now that he realizes his capabilities….I’m afraid that I am no longer safe, no matter where I go….even if it is in the sea.’

Closing your eyes, you nod as your nose grazes his cheek from the closed distance between your faces.

“Really?” he softly gasps out in delight. “You’ll be mine…forever? You’ll stay with me as long as we both live?”

Once again, you nod as you winced your eyes shut. Emotionally stabbed by the future that you’re faced with, you didn’t know if it was the fear of running into anymore Adams…or if it was the fact that Heeseung could find you no matter where you were. You gave up.

Excited at your obedience to his desires, he mashes his face against yours and engages in a heated kiss while grabbing onto your waist.

Pausing as he begins to pull the straps of your dress off your shoulders, he softly kisses them with the most tender and soft kisses you’ve ever witnessed, let alone felt. They all trailed up your neck, and up to your ear. Whispering deeply with a soft and tender tone, he tells you.

“Scream for me…my Siren. Scream out my name.”

[howtomusicmajor]

Went to a history museum today and got jumpscared in the ancient civs exhibit when suddenly music started playing over the loudspeakers and it was the fucking. Seikilos epitaph. While I was still in the Egypt section. Now I have taught classes on this piece, but the Egyptian stuff puts it so out of context that I don't know *why* I know it.

So I'm looking around like I've seen a ghost, having flashbacks to my master's music history test and also lesson planning for my own music courses, before I finally round the corner and hit Greece. And it clicks. Suddenly I whirl to my partner and whisper-yell "it's the fucking Seikilos epitaph!" and scare them and also the nice family looking at the Rosetta stone mockup.

Anyway that was my day.

[leynaeithnea]

Hi :)

here is a lil ask to use whenever you're ready to go insane about love in paradise ( go nuts with your analysis!!! Make it a thousand pages essay!!! Or half a sentence, anything you want love<3 )

YeS YES YES YES THANK YOU AAAH here you go seven pages/3600 words essay :>

TW, for SA/Sxcide mention/discussion, you know the deal with the song

29. Love In Paradise

THE DIVE INTO THE SOUND SCAPE WITH THE CHOIR, the melody, and the clicking clock??? SO GOOD

“Old friend” FRIEND Aaaah U FINIALLY ADMIT IT

“It′s been 10 years since I last saw you” YOU DIDNT CHECK ON HIM IN 10 YEARS GIRL

“Remember me, I am the infamous, Odysseus!, Oh, woah-oh, woah-oh” This was the last time she saw him, its been 10 years, she quick minded him right after that, and HASNT SEEN HIM SINCE--- i love how it is sped up and you can visualize her literally diving through his memories in a timelapse

“Let’s see where you′ve been” FINIALLY, but also thE VOCAL PERFORMANCE (this is me like 90% of this saga, im obssessed)

I LOVE the soundscape of the flashbacks, the way that sounds with a mild echo like in big room? just...in his mind?? IDK how to call it but ITS SO GOOD

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer” - the first thing that went wrong “Ruthlessness is mercy upon oursel-” BIG THING THAT WENT WRONG

“One wrong move and you’re done for

Anything I-” close call

“Song of past romance I see the” smart way to recall the underworld saga AND bring up the sirens, followed by

“We won’t take more suffering from you”, the way that ody embraced his monster

“Drown in your sorrow and fears” -that didnt go well very long, also, timelaps is slowing down, we’re getting closer to the events that answer where he spent the last years

“Captain? - I have to see her - But we′ll die -I know”, the last moments before he disappeared, making him suffer terribly again at the hands of her father >:)

“Odysseus... where did you go?” she sounds so worrieddddd, her voice tho, pls mother dearest

THE MUSIC, is so coool the island vibes? the dodo do do dodo, the birds and the shore and the....instrument whos name i forgot the tip-tap thing is soo comfy vibesssss, beach island holiday vibes!!

“Morning, sleepyhead, You′ve been resting for a while, I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle”.......i need...visuals......i need the most angsty visuals i can get of this, please, i need to see him wash up, more dead then alive and then unconscious for who knows how long, with his stab wound, the concussion from Eurys punch, whatever wounds he got from the lighting hitting his ship AND almost drowning, getting taking care of by her until he wakes up again...

“Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me though, who’s Penelope?” ........is she hoping that he’ll say his sister or was she just trying to make small talk?

“She′s my wife”, he sounds so tired/distanced from the situation, her reminding him instantly of the one thing he’s holding on to, maybe remembering what just happened, he needs to go back...

HER SILENCE AFTER THAT IS SO TELLINGS SEGGSEIGS THE ANIMATIC WAS HILARIOUS, i love gigi

and then the “anyways!” WHAT DO YOU MEAN “ANYWAYS” SHE IS HIS LOVE HIS LIGHT HIS REASON YOU DONT ANYWAYS PENELOPE ahem, im vibing so hard to this tho

“I’ve got all you could want here, all you could need here” sounds nice, i would 100% fall under her spell, her voice is beatiful

“Just you and me, my dear, my love for life” uh oh where is this going, huh?? huh???? >:) Ma’am, this is not yours

“Soon, into bed we′ll climb and spend our time” DONT U FUCKING DARE TOUCH HIM HES BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH HES THE ONLY FAITHFUL MAN IN ANCIENT GREECE LET HIM BEEEEEEEEE

“I’m not your man-” THE JUST A MAN REPHRASING? EXCUSE ME???? this is going so differently compared to Circes there are other ways, he has no interest in her, all he wants is to go back home, hes sacrificed the rest of his crew for that, he. needs. to go. home. (the delivery tho omg so good)

“I′m what you want here, I’m what you need here, Just you and me, my love in paradise, Now ‘til the end of time” he does not need you, he does not want you, this is not paradise for him, get the fuq away from my baby girl odysseus, i know youre lonely on your little island, i know zeus did you wrong, BUT THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU ANY RIGHT TO TAKE CLAIM TO ODYSSEUS; HE IS NOT YOUR MAN

“From here on out, you′re mine, all mine” possissive much, fuck off >:) also thats what he greets him with? thats....not...no. he’s been through so much, he fought in a war he never wanted to go to for ten years, he used a wooden horse to finially end the war because he just needed to go back home, he had to kill a child to choose his family, they were safe on their way home when his best friend got killed, then they almost made it home, but the bag was opened, most of his crew died, his men got turned into pigs and he got another round of the gods playing games with him (see: hermes telling Ody not to refuse circe in homers odyssey when she wants to take him to bed, so he doesnt, he cant refuse the demands of gods), once they finially leave their island with his men back as humans, they have to go through the underworld where EVERY loss he had (which are more than he knew) comes back to haunt him, he learns his family is in danger, theres blood in his palace, all his mercy is harming him, so he embraces the thing he never wanted to be - a monster - and when the sirens come, he kills them, but he has to go further than that, the only way to get home is to sacrifice six of his men, so he does, six more men to haunt his dreams, if thats the price he has to pay he will, but his men turn on him, his trusted brother in law, not only opened the windbag, now he also starts a mutiny, the men he tried to bring home so badly betray him, stab him, bind him to a statue and he can do nothing but watch as they kill the cattle, his doom is sealed, zeus shows up and tells him to either choose himself, or his crew, hes a broken man, how much more has he to go through before he can go home? but he has to home to his family, so he chooses, his last decision he has to make, and he sinks into the ocean, thinking maybe, he can finally close his eyes, he needs to go home but he is so tired of suffering he would welcome an end of it...but then he wakes up, on this peaceful island, with a woman next to him, who suddenly puts claim on him, she wants him IN HER BED??? He needs to go home. he’s alive, he survived zeus and poseidon and aelus and circe and the underoworld and the war and-...he became the monster, he knows what to do, just another face in his nightmares to get home

“Hell no, I could kill you where you stand” he just has to be the monster

“I′m no pet, I’m a married man” HE HAS TO HIGHLIGHT THAT HE IS MARRIED TO HER AH, the fact that he feels like she sees him as a pet? picked up like a stray dog and kept as a pet....he is not that, i also love his electric guitar is in the background together with the ticking clock of the time dive

“Oh handsome, you may try, But last I checked, goddesses can′t die” she doesnt feel threatened by him at all, because she is a goddess, how could a mortal man refuse her? he cant, even if he tries, he has no choice (but also, i hate jorge for dropping this line, just before godgames, ITS LEAVING US NOT KNOWIng WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED THERE)

THEN THE DROP IN THE MUSIC AH its becoming so imposing and threatening AND ITS SO COOL

“Goddess?” terrified, here they go again, another goddess, he is powerless against these forces, it cant be, he needs to get home, how can his luck be so bad?

“You’re adorable” SHE DOES SEE HIM LIKE A PET, HE CALLS HIM CUTE; HE DOESNT FEEL ANY THREAT FROM HIM; HES A GODDESS HES JUST A MAN AH

“Bow down now to the immortal Calypso” CALYPSO YOU BITCH LEAVE MY MAN ALONE; but liek The fuQing audacity? to ask him to bow down? you just told him hes the love of your life and now you ask him to bow down???? THE POWER IMBALANce is so stRONG IN THIS ONE I CANT EVEN

“Here to entertain” entertain who? mh?? YOURSELF? with your new “pet”? NO shut up

“But fear not, I bring no pain” Calpyso, come a bit closer so i can punch you, youre KEPEign him on YOUR ISLAND; THE LACK OF ACTion IS WHATS goNNA KILL HIM; NOT YOU HURTING HIM PHYSICALLY; YOU TORTURE HIM IN the WORST WAYS emotionALLY SO GET AWAYYYYYYYYYY FROM PENELOPES MAN

“Cause we′ve got, All we could want here, All we could need here”, the way she keeps approaching him, dancing around him and trying to get close, while he keeps backing away and trying to get away From her is killing me, they have everything they need to survive yes, which means he does not have to do any work, he has NOTHING to distract him from you, all he can do is do what you tell him to because youre a goddess and he’s at your mercy and SUFFER sitting with his own thoughts and all his regret and shame and pain and trauma and yearing to go back home

“Under my spell, we’re stuck in paradise” fuck you. this is not paradise, this is hell :) :) :) RELEASE HIM

“No one can come or go, my island stays unknown” this, might very well be the worst moment for Ody so far, after EVERYTHING he’s been through. He choose his crew to die, it was supposed to be the last decision, it was supposed to be the climatic event before the end, all the expectations and tensions that rose in him getting set so high but instead..... nothing happens, he gets stuck in “paradise”, no monsters to fight,its not violent, theres no external threads to his life, things should be good, and happy and peaceful. its anti-climatic, and stifling because he has no way to release all this tension, its just stagnation, and all this tension getting internalized, it might very well be worse than having something you can fight against, but Calypso is a goddess, he cant harm her, her spell keeps him stuck on the island, he is powerless. His goal, his reason, his hope impossibly out of reach, all in the hand of this goddess, who doesn’t take no as an answer

“no, no” i love how Jorge wrote another “suffering” thing again, where the last syllable of one speaker gets picked up by the other “unknown” “no” becoming “Unknowno,no” its SO GOOD, but also the implications???? the last time we had this a siren wanted to seduce him and lure him into the water, now its a goddess wanting to lure him into loving and staying with her, again, he tries to find excuses and fend her off, his argumentation is a lot weaker than with the sirens though, he doesnt have a way out, all he can do is refuse and pray she listens, also CALYPSO BITCH THERES NO CLEARER WAY HE COULDVE SAID “NO”; LEAVE HIM BE; HE SAID NO FUCKING ACCEPT THAT HE DOES NOT CONSENT

“I don′t belong here”, he doesnt, time passes, he has to tell himself that this isnt where he’s meant to be, he needs to go, he has to leave.

“There’s something wrong here”, how many times do you think he almost gave in? how many times do you think she was lured in by her spell only to shake the spell off again because he kept feeling that something was wrong, never really falling under her spell, never staying under it for long, because its wrong, this isnt where he needs to be, he needs to get home because his family is waiting at home, theyre in danger.

“I won’t be drawn to love in paradise, not ′til the end of time, there is no way” she just has nothing on penelope. and he will never be interested in calypso as seductive as she tries to be, circe failed, calyspo fails even worse (i love these vocal performances man, theyre SO GOOD)

“You′re mine, all mine” Annnnnd she doesnt take no as answer again, shes so possessive I HATE it, how she drowns out Odys “theres no way - youre mine, all mine” she drowns out and swallows up his voice, ignores him, his voice goes unheard...

and we go back to the clock ticking of the time dive of athena

“Seven years, she’s kept you trapped, out of your control, time can take a heavy toll” SEVEN. YEARS. sagnation for SEVEN YEARS. THIS IS TERRIBlE, Athena sounds so sad...and concerned, from what she’s seen, but just...imagine that, he fought in troy for 10 years, now odys been stuck on this island for almost just as long, and before that he had EVERYTHING ELSE happen to him, feeling powerless against outside forces for YEARS, it weights down in him, all he can do is internalize it, because there is no monster he can fight, but himself. and...we can hear the danger motif in the choir.....because...he’s become a danger to himself....

the soundscape shifts again, we go back into a memory, its raining and windy, at the beach

“Odysseus?”, she geninuely sounds concerened, what could make her concerned i wonder....

“All I hear are screams”,...he...he’s broken, a callback to the underworld, he sounds defeated, hopeless, dissociative

“Ody”...Ody......you dare call him ody? you may have known each other for seven years but you DID NOT treat him right, you have no RIGHT to call him that, the last person who called him Ody was Eurylochus before he signed their doom.

“Get away from the ledge”....hes.....on his last rope, its been seven years since he sacrificed his last crew, ten years since he lost polites, eight since he lost most of his crew, twenty years since he last saw his family, she wants to keep him at the island for eternity, he cant leave, theres no way out, so now he’s here, on the cliffs edge staring out into the deepths below, knowing that Poseidon is still out to get him, but behind him is a Goddess that made him suffer just as bad, if not worse, rly is there any way to escape?

“You don′t know what I’ve gone through, You don′t know what I’ve sacrificed, every comrade I long knew, every friend, I saw them die”, its been more than seven years, and they still haunt his every waking and sleeping hour. he sacrificed everything to get back home, and yet it was not enough, now hes stuck here, and all sacrfices were for nothing, and he has nothing to distract him, when the goddess doesnt want his attention, he just....sits at the beach replaying their deaths over and over in his mind. [One translation of the scenes in Homers Odyseey: She found him sitting on the shore, his eyes as ever wet with tears, life’s sweetness ebbing from him in longing for his home, since the Nymph no longer pleased him. He was forced to sleep with her in the hollow cave at night, as she wished though he did not, but by day he sat among rocks or sand, tormenting himself with tears, groans and anguish, gazing with wet eyes at the restless sea] just....for SEVEN years? good gods, homer really said “how much trauma can we fit into this one man”

“And all I hear are screams” .....and all he hears are their screams

“(It will be fine dear)”, it wont, fuck off, not as long as you keep him trapped

“Come back inside, dear” ..............i...come back inside? to do what? remind him that hes stuck with you? force him to-............my rage is endless.

“Love of my life, come back to paradise” HE DOESNT LOVE YOU; STOP CALLING HIM THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE, THIS IS STILL NOT PARADISE; DONT::::TRY TO ....BEWITCH HIM, YOU SELFISH BIch

“Let me close my eyes”, hes...so....sooo..so tired. he just wants to close his eyes..and..not open them anymore, doesnt he? He sang to the infant “to close your eyes to spare yourself the view”, he wants to do the same, hes so so tired.....

“I know your life′s been hard”, you have no idea

“I’ll stay inside your heart”,....did you just......did...you really just......use the words his mother said to him in the underworld? ...............

“All I hear are screams!” hes having flashbacks, the ghosts of his past keep haunting him, and shes making it so, so mcuh worse

“(I love you my dear) I love our time here

Life would be so much worse If you had died” YOUR LIFE, the worst part is, she doesnt say this because Ody deserves better, she says this because if he was gone, she would be alone again, and she just wants to have him, own him, have him be hers

“(Just let me close my eyes)”, she doesnt...let him close his eyes, he spents the nights in her bed against his will, and the days, crying at the beach, and when he sleeps he must be haunted by nightmares......theres no rest ever really.

“Please stay from away from harm, Stay in my open arms.......................she..just....made it so so much worse, ALSO JORGE; JORGE WHEN I CATCH YOU JORGE HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU SLAP OPEN ARMS AT US AGAIN WILL POLITES NEVER STOP HAUNTING THE NARRATIVE, Calyspo rly threw “Ody”, “stay inside your heart” and “open arms” at him consecutively, while he was already deep down the trenches.and now......

“(All I hear are-)” what he hears is....

“This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms, Whatever we face, we’ll be fine if we′re leading from the heart, No matter the place, we can light up the world here′s how to start Greet the world with open arms, greet the world with open”

Polites, all his opens, and promises, and he cant live up to it, he tried, he tries so HARD to greet the world with open arms, but he cant, but ruthlessness did not help him either, he misses polites, he was the last person he had at sea who TRULY cared for him, hes having a flashback, PTSD so badly as he is standing at the edge of the cliff, i can just see him falling to his knees, crying and then...

“How much longer till your luck runs out? How much longer till the show goes south? How much longer till we all fall down?”, he hears eurys warning, how much longer till his liuck runs out? his luck has run out, for years now, and hes still stuck, everything has turned bad, the show went south, they all fell down and yet.....

“Waiting..waaiting” his mom....said shed stay inside his heart, he took too long, its been twenty years since he left home, how many other people are waiting for him while is stuck on the island? all these voices are just...inside his head all the time and cant shake them off.

“ooohooooh...ohhh” THE VOCAL PERFORMANCE JORGE- JORGE-... hes just screaming, trying to drown out the voices in his head as he’s breaking down....he wants to let go, he cant let go, he needs to get back home, his family is in danger, theres no one who could help him, the only one, who might have been able to do something, his ally, left him ten years ago, when he defied her, but she is a goddess, if she has any mercy left...maybe...jsut maybe...she could help him...but she wouldnt really listen to him would she? how often has he prayed to her in those years? or has he refused to call out for her in fear of facing more rejection? but...he cant do this any longer, this is ...the very last thing he can do....and so he calls out for her.

“Athena!”, praying that what has been broken can be amended. at least with her.

“He needs my help” and his cry gets heard......athena voice breaks, when she sees how far her friend has fallen.

.....and she decides to do something about it

Oh boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I was worried about this song, how Jorge would choose to tackle the whole situation with calypso, while sticking to his “sfw” rule, AND I DID NOT GET DISAPPOINTeD QUITe on the cONtrary IM OBSSESED WITH IT

also the way polites is in one ear, Eury in the other and his mother all around him? the two sides that Ody had back then, polites more positive, and eury as more devil and both are gone and then his mother is just ALL AROUND HIM

typing this up took a couple of days, but if you will excuse me, imma go cry in a corner now

[taurielofmirkwood77777]

While I do hope we get some of the scrapped historical flashbacks that Neil mentioned (I would particularly love the cowboy scenario), what I really want to see in s3 is Aziraphale and Crowley in Ancient Greece.

[chaosrealm]

Aella Introduction

General Info

Name Meaning: Aella —  Whirlwind, tempest, storm-wind.

Nicknames:

Fatebringer (given by General Shao and her allies)

My Light (given by Reiko)

Andreiphontês/Destroyer of Men (given by both her enemies as an insult, and by her allies as a compliment)

Age: 10,000+

MBTI: INTJ-T — Introversion, Intuition, Thinking, Judgement - Turbulent.

Sex: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Human

Realm of Origin: Outworld

Physical Appearance

Skin: Tawny Fair

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 171 lbs / 77 kg

Eye Color: Violet / Red (when using magic)

Hair Color: Black

Hair Texture: Thick and glossy.

Body Type: Curvy and Muscular

Prominent Features:

Violet Eyes

Left Eyebrow slit with a large scar through it

Scars all over her body

Clothing Style: She wears a muscle cuirass with matching greaves and pteruges. She alternates between light, medium, or heavy versions of her armor, depending on the battle/number of opponents. Ancient Greece and Rome heavily influence the styling of her armor.

Personality

Positive Traits: Courageous, Loyal, Protective, Resourceful, Adaptable, Efficient.

Negative Traits/Flaws: Self-Destructive, Insecure, Hostile, Rebellious, Jealous, Defensive.

Hobbies: Hunting/Fishing, keeping a journal, sparring, sharpening/repairing weapons, healing the wounded.

Likes: Courage, Thunderstorms, Swords, Learning about ancient history.

Dislikes: The royal house/court, Timidity, Earthrealmers.

Goals: Learning more about her family, Succeeding in the rebellion, destroying the royal house, marrying Reiko.

Fears: Failure, Losing Reiko, Being unable to fight anymore.

Health

Physical Health: Being an Outworld soldier, Aella is in incredible shape and muscular. Her stamina and endurance are high, but she is often fatigued long after using her life-absorption powers. Other than that, she has scars scattered across her body, most notably the one across her abdomen that she healed herself after Quan-Chi ripped her child from her, and one across her eye, which she obtained from narrowly dodging a Kytinn pincer. 

Mental Health: Aella suffers from PTSD and Seasonal Depression. She will avoid remembering all of the gore on the battlefield, the memories of others, or the loss of her child, but that has just given her vivid nightmares or flashbacks in which she re-lives her worst moments. Aside from this, she will have spouts of irritability, where she’s likely to snap at anyone and everyone for seemingly no reason. 

The winter months are the worst for her. She usually avoids getting out of bed, even if Reiko tries to encourage her. Her motivation and will to train are drained, and she will try to avoid her duties altogether.

Phobias: Monophobia — Fear of being alone. 

Professional Life

Aella is a decorated soldier with the rank of lieutenant (she shares this rank with Reiko) and has won many battles — both by herself, and alongside General Shao or Reiko. Her most notable win is the defeat of the Kytinn, in which she aided Reiko and the General in defeating the invading troops. 

In the past, she has won a tournament by defeating Earthrealms champion. Outworld celebrated her victory for weeks.

Fighting Attributes

Abilities/Powers:

Life-Absorption —  Aella can absorb the life force of others and transfer it to others to heal them. The price of using this power is that she sees memories of the person she absorbs, sometimes even feeling them. Depending on the strength of the absorbed, she will be in extreme pain.

Skills:

Swordsmanship —  Proficient in the use of both short and longswords. 

Mixed-Martial Arts

Tracking/Hunting

Strengths:

Close-Combat / Sword Combat

Large Battles

Weaknesses:

Fire

Mind control

Weapons:

Shortsword

Longsword

Bow (only when hunting)

Relationships

Family:

Unknown Biological Mother & Father 

Ione — Mother Figure

Friends/Allies:

Ione

Goro

Motaro

General Shao

Reiko

Onaga

Enemies:

Sindel

Mileena

Kitana

Liu Kang

Quan Chi

Shang Tsung

Love Interest:

Reiko

Backstory

As a teen, Aella was taken in by a temple comprised of only female warriors. After living on the streets for most of her life, she felt things were finally improving. Their leader, Ione, had taken her under her wing —  fed and clothed her, taught her how to read and write, how to ride a horse, and how to fight and defend not only herself, but for the greater good. 

Aella grows comfortable in this new life she’s given, but it doesn’t last long. One evening, a particularly strong storm rolls in, and with it comes pirates. They attack in the dead of night, but are quickly discovered when the war horn sounds. Ione and her women jump into action, as does Aella, but they stop her. 

“I won’t risk you, daughter.” Ione says.

Aella, although shocked by her words, only nods her head in understanding. But once they disappear into the night, she doesn’t hesitate to grab her sword and dagger. She perches upon the rooftop of a random home, surveying through the heavy rain what little she can make out of the pirate forces. Opting for a silent approach, she dawns her dagger and stalks through the streets, taking them down one by one. 

But all it takes is one misstep, and she doesn’t notice the sheet metal where the body of the person she’s just slain falls. Aella silently curses the merchant who happened to stack it there, but before she can duck back into the shadows, she is surrounded by a dozen spear-wielding pirates. 

They circle her, taunting her with “little girl” and “that sword is far too big for you” but she doesn’t flinch, smirking as she hears hoofbeats on the hillside above. Who she presumes is their leader tells half of them to investigate the noise, and Aella uses this distraction to her advantage. She slides through the rainwater, slitting a few of the men’s heels open with her sword, and as they fall she finishes them with stabs through the back of their neck. The final two rush at her with wild swings. Aella narrowly dodges them, but ultimately gets side-swiped on her arm, crying out as she holds her sword up to block, she kneels and swipes the dagger from her boot. Their swings almost become overwhelming until an explosion of red erupts from her body. 

Aella’s are just as wide with shock as her opponents when she takes a final swing toward the men’s abdomens. She watches with a sneer as their intestines spill onto the rocky ground. All that is left to deal with is their leader, who wastes no time leaping toward her red aura. If only he’d known how big of a mistake that was. 

Aella turns toward the sound of gasps for air and sees he’s tangled in the glow. She tosses her weapons aside, and pounces, unrelenting in her punches. Even as the man’s face turns to a pulp, she isn’t satisfied. So unsatisfied that doesn’t hear the sound of soldiers on horseback approaching her. It isn’t until a deep, commanding voice demands she stop, that she rears her hand back once more. Only this time, her fist is caught by a larger one, and she’s pulled up to stand. 

She had no idea who the horned man before her was, but she answered all of his questions. They exchange names, and he tells her he is General Shao. He motions for a boy with silver eyes to help her gather her belongings, and Aella immediately wishes to know why. 

“Do you not want to know more about the red glow you emit during battle? To understand what power you truly possess?”

Although she had found a home with Ione, she found herself intrigued. She nodded. After all, there had been no signs of any sorcery powers until tonight, and she needed to know the source.

A boy with silver eyes accompanies her as she discusses the matter with Ione and gathers what little belongings she has. Although Ione has her doubts, she has taught Aella everything she knows, and she knows nothing of magic. She sends her away with her blessing, in the hope that one day she will come back to visit her soon. 

Ione had no idea when she watched her leave that Aella would one day alter the fate of Outworld.

[eerna]

No exactly…. This episode they all just stood around and dumped exposition. Why should I care for the characters after that?

I mean there was a perfect opportunity to have all these action scenes AND flashbacks. Why did I get exposition from Annabeth when we could’ve flashed back to her running through the woods out of breath with Thalia and Luke? (I’m sure there are plenty of reasons but they could’ve done SMT)

And Medusa! No flashback to Ancient Greece? Why?

BRO I swear this show is addicted to having something interesting happening offscreen and then the characters standing around talking about what happened instead of us like. Seeing it. Flashbacks are one way to do it, but I am talking about even regular scenes in the current timeline. THEY TOOK AWAY ANNABETH AND LUKE'S GOODBYE. THEY TOOK AWAY THALIA PERIOD. Why is this happening

[ogcshogun]

The Modernity of Love

It has been 2, 000 years since the Fall of Athens. It has been 2, 000 years since the destruction of the Cult of Kosmos. It has been 2, 000 years since Kassandra has ever known the place she once called home, Kephalonia.

The ancient legend known as the Eagle Bearer has seen the world change right in front of her eyes. She has watched technology evolve and help humankind do tremendous wonders. She has watched her own family slowly die of old age. Her pater retired from the military just to be with her mater and her brothers. Kassandra has watched Alexios and Stentor build their own families and continue the bloodline, all while she stayed the same. She didn't even age a bit. The pain of being alone and suffering the curse of immortality.

2018; Brooklyn, New York

Kassandra had just finished her lecture from a well-known university. She has made a name for herself, a renowned professor of Ancient History, specifically that of Ancient Greece. She would passionately discuss everything in detail about her time without letting anyone know. The way every student of hers would look forward to her lessons because of her way of teaching. Kassandra would not miss even a little detail about Anceint Greece.

While taking a walk back to her penthouse, (yes, she has a penthouse because of the amount of money universities would pay just to have her as a visiting professor) the Eagle Bearer spots a familiar figure from afar. Short black hair, tanned skin. She only knew one person who would have those features. As the woman walked towards the Spartan, she raised an eyebrow at her. "Do I know you?" The woman asked as Kassandra stood still. She looked like she had seen a ghost. Hearing the question, the taller woman shook her head. "Uh... sorry. You just reminded me of someone." She replied nervously, to which the woman shrugged off and walked away.

"I will always recognise you. Even if it's not in the underworld."

Kassandra mumbled under her breath, hoping the stranger wouldn't hear her. But alas, the strong wind may have carried her words, and Eros' arrow may have hit the woman's heart. She froze in place as she heard those words. Flashbacks of her past life flashed before her eyes. Her life in Ancient Greece. A blurry but familiar face appears in her mind.

"Would you recognise me even in the underworld, I wonder?"

The woman then turns around and sees that the tall stranger had disappeared into the crowd. She desperately starts to search for that mysterious person. Her eyes wandered around in hopes of finding her. Heavy breaths as she runs around while tears begin to stream down her cheeks.

"Kassandra..." She mumbled in utter despair. How she has longed to be with her beloved misthios again. And finally, she spots her and sprints towards the said person.

"Kassandra!! It's me, Kyra!!" she shouts as she finally caught up. Wrapping her arms around the bigger woman. Tightly hugging her from behind, not wanting to let go.

The professor stopped in her tracks as soon as she felt slender arms around her. Turning around, she sees the woman crying her heart out. Gentle hands then held her cheeks. "Kyra... I know you're not my Kyra, but it really is you." Kassandra says as she holds Kyra close to her. "I know... but how could I forget my favourite misthios?" she replied back.

Looking into her eyes, she remembered the very first time they met to their first night together until she left Mykonos. Oh, how she felt like all of that had happened yesterday. A soft smile forms on the Spartan's lips as the other woman holds her face. "You haven't changed a bit." Kyra spoke as she kept her eyes on Kassandra.

Without any hesitation, Kassandra grabs Kyra's hand and takes her to her penthouse. Of course, the archer did not show any signs of protest as she had longed for this moment. The smiles on their faces as they arrived and began to kiss. Their hands started to take off each piece of clothing as they made their way to the bedroom.

The night was filled with love, lust, and passion as they had been apart for centuries. Kyra laid her head on Kassandra's chest as they relaxed in silence. Enjoying each other's warmth as the rain fell.

"So... you won't be staying for long, huh?" Kyra finally spoke as she watched the storm outside. Kassandra looked at her as she heard her. The Spartan could only give silence as an answer. The thought of leaving Kyra again ached her. She had no choice but to pass on the staff to someone who would take such responsibility. Kyra then looked up at her lover. "Just... promise me we'll meet again." She spoke as her voice began to break, and tears fell on her cheek. "We will, my love. We will." Kassandra replied, wiping her beloved's tear stained cheeks.

Their relationship continued for months until Kassandra had finally found the new bearer of the staff. The night before, she sat on her bed in the darkness of the room. Looking at the staff in her hand, she could remember everything that had happened in the past, as if it were just yesterday. Kyra, in her night dress, stands in front of Kassandra and gently raises her chin to look at her. Artemis' moon shining in the room and upon Kyra. The way Kassandra was in awe of her lover's beauty in the moonlight. Oh, how she wished they could stay like this forever.

Keeping the staff, the misthios gently pulls the woman on to her lap, resting her head on her beloved's chest. Closing her eyes and listening to her heartbeat for one last time.

"Make love to me for one last time, misthios." Kyra cooed as she brushed Kassandra's hair gently. Without hesitation, Kassandra gently laid Kyra on the bed and began to undress. They made love slowly and passionately as to never forget each other. Dawn finally came, and it was time for Kassandra to leave. Slowly getting up, she looked over her shoulder to see her lover fast asleep. She quietly gets out of bed and gets dressed.

As she stepped out of her walk-in closet, Kassandra saw Kyra awake, sitting on the bed with the blanket covering her chest as she watched the sunris. She approaches her and gently kisses her cheek. Kyra turns and kisses her lover gently. "Before I go... I got something for you." Kassandra spoke as she pulled out a velvet box. Inside was a necklace and pendant in the shape of the blade of Leonida's spear. Kyra smiled softly as she looked at the gift. She turned her back so Kassandra could put it on her. "It's beautiful, misthios." She says as she looks at the jewellery. Kassandra couldn't help but kiss Kyra one last time. "We will meet again. I promise." She says one last time, then leaves to meet Layla Hassan.

2024, Greece

6 years had passed since Kassandra had left the mortal world and crossed the River of Styx. Kyra on the other hand, had continued Kassandra's career path of teaching Ancient History despite being an Olympic archer.

She had taken a trip to Greece to relieve her past memories and to somehow ease the pain of losing her beloved. As she walks through the halls of the museum, she spots a bust in the middle of the room. A face that was very familiar to her. Upon approaching it, she chuckles as soon as she recognises the face. "This isn't what I had in mind when you promised we would meet again, misthios." She mumbled as she gently caressed the bust of the Eagle Bearer. She kept her eyes on the sculpture. "I've missed you... so much." She mumbled again. Her eyes began to well up with tears but immediately wiped them off.

Without noticing, a tall figure approaches. "The Eagle Bearer was a very important character during the Peloponnesian War, don't you think?" the woman spoke to which Kyra immediately froze as that voice sounded so familiar to her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She discreetly pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

"You okay?" the woman asked out of concern as she noticed the other wasn't moving. Kyra then turned to where the voice was coming from. Her eyes widened as she couldn't even believe who she was seeing. The stranger saw her necklace and was in shock as well. "Leonidas' spear..." she spoke as she looked at Kyra. They both stood still as they tried to process what was happening.

"Kassandra..."

"... Kyra"

Both women couldn't help but end up laughing and giggling. How the sisters of Fate may have given them another chance to be with each other again. This time without worrying about a certain staff. Kyra gently caressed Kassandra's face and smiled softly. "6 years wasn't easy... But I do hope you're not 2 000 years old." she teased. "Last time I checked, I'm 35." Kassandra replied with a chuckle. "That's even better." Kyra spoked as she moved closer.

"Please don't leave me again"

"Never. I promise."

[misterbardman]

Noel’s Lament is such an Apollo/Lester song.

Can’t draw but I kinda have an animatic idea?

Starts with Lester talking to no one in particular about his old life before he had fallen, perhaps talking to the reader?

Once he starts singing ‘a hooker with a heart of black charcoal’ it fades to Ancient Greece as Apollo reminisces on the old days, writing poems by fire light just like the lyrics.

‘Good girls call me the town bicycle’ could be Apollo in a human disguise walking through a town, probably ignoring the comments of those he passes. Then he keeps walking forward while saying ‘don’t knock it ‘til you tried my life of sin.’

For the next line being Claude or however it is spelled, it could cut to Apollo in Ancient Rome with Commodus. ‘Last prick faded quick to black’ well Apollo did kill Commodus so that scene.

‘I have no idea where to find him, officers-‘ part could be Apollo disguised as Narcissus talking to Roman senators or whoever about what happened to Commodus.

‘But if you do I’d like for you to mention-‘ line could cut to Caligula whilst being stabbed in the back. Not necessarily by Apollo but he could be watching from afar or something idk.

For the chorus it could cut between parties and festivals, between his mortal disguise and godly form.

I have more ideas but this is the general gist. Second verses is basically Apollo talking to Meg, then the ending is just a mix of flashbacks between old and new faces alike. This song really suits him imo