flame-like wrath.

𝚂𝙲:  @olympianmyth

❛𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴.❜   a dialogue without a tone, yet his eyes speak differently.  his attention riveted on her necklace, parsing every detail despite his distance.  it sits comfortably in her neck that it made him rather troubled ?  from the faint of the bronze, he knows.  such perilous objects shouldn’t be around someone so feeble.  ❛  can i get a closer look?  ❜

—  ❛  i think my girlfriend would like a similar necklace .  ❜

❝       it’s  not  just  a  necklace.     ❞       hides  the  offending  piece  of  jewellery  with  blazing  red,    stumbles  a  step  back,    her  guard  up  as  she  regards  the  other  with  caution.     he  was  a  stranger,   merely  a  distraction.     her  social  prowess  only  extended  so  far.     the  hum  of  the  plants  around  her  the  only  thing  making  her  feel  safe.     people  were  not  her  expertise.   

he doesn’t move.   carefully,   his eyes dart to gwen’s boots as he holds out the silly little ring,    chipped paint and all.      ❛❛        picked it off a skeleton.   is that better than vomit?        ❜❜     when she takes it away,    the tension around his shoulders flits away.    then he’s stretching his fingers and rolling his head,   leaning back against the still grass as his sister spoke to him of a silence he called ordinary.     the ache around his back lightened and he let out a deeper breath,    followed by a hollow grunt.        ❛❛       i took the noisy soldiers with me.    they drew out the hydra.         ❜❜      admittingly,   the soldiers of the first cohort hadn’t known kenneth was using them as bait until it was too late to riot against him.    not that kenneth had let any harm reach them,   sticking to his promises even through the cold claws of the hydra.    but they were not his men,    rather kahale’s    -    they had watched him with a mixture of distaste and gratitude,    all of their useless complaints about kahale evaporating as they remembered how wonderful their actual commander was,    compared to the man before gwen.    kenneth did that   -    made people appreciate what they already had by offering a terrible alternative.   ❛❛        your kind conflate negativity with common sense too often.    it worries me,    gwen.      has percy jackson done your huts in?         ❜❜

it  was  nothing  special,   a  piece  of  jewellery  not  worthy  of  admiration.      and  yet,    her  palms  cradled  it  like  a  treasure.    it  was  his  consideration,    the  thought  behind  the  token,   that  had  her  enamored.    the  god  of  poetry  their  father,    but  it  was  not  words  that  showed  their  love,     rather  their  actions.      ❝    you  used  them  as  bait  again,   didn’t  you?    ❞      a  laugh  bubbles  up  in  sugar  rimmed  throat,    velvet  in  the  way  it  spills  past  her  lips.   it  are  his  next  words,    that  has  blood  rise  up  to  dimpled  cheeks.    woven  strands  of  delicate  brown  framing  her  face,    hiding  the  crimson  screaming  for  attention.     how  silly,   the  fact  that  a  singular  name  could  render  sunshine  incarnate  a  heaping  mess.         ❝       he’s  done  no  such  thing.       us  greeks  just  tend  to  think  more  positively.      no  need  to  live  your  life  in  darkness,    soldier  boy.      ❞  

furrowed brow ,    perplexity   covers entire expression   ;    archer boy   not quite sure   what   to make of current situation .          a second passing before bow clasped in hand   finally   lowers .          for beneath all confusion and caution ,    some   curiosity   has emerged over the other’s presence .

❛    how did   you   manage to do that    ?    ❜

@olympianmyth​

hesitation   not     something    he  was     familiar      with,       always  on      edge,      never  once  stopping     to  take  a      breath.     it  took  people  like  them,     warrior  tainted,       burning  flames,      to  keep  the  world  standing.      sword  soaked  in     crimson,      lightning       scorching      the  earth.  

flimsy  threads  of  hope ,  yet  they  were  so  blinding , so  binding . some  would  call  it  faith , others  devotion  to  the  great  circle  of  life . head  meets  his  neck , &  for  a while ,  they  are  consumed  by  the  gold - drenched  evening  &  scent  of  bright  pear - blossoms . was  it  spring ?  – or  was  this  just  another  sad  poem , like  as  it  had  always  been ?   ❝  i’d  like  to  think  that  we  were  friends . ❞ & were  we ?   he  shifts , but  only  enough  to  turn  his  head  away , resting  a  fist  against  pressed  lips . she’d  worn  silent  sadness  around  her  carefully  &  so  secretly , until  you  couldn’t  tell  apart  from  the  sun - light  &  the  forlorn  cry  of  her  heart .  just  for  a  bit , he’d  nearly  resented  her  for  the  love  she’d  held  out  for  the  world  in  rose - filled  palms  &  even - tempered  to  its  relentless  tragedies . it  was  a  clever  facade .  she’d  refused  to  wear  her  sadness  out  loud , unlike  him , who  carved  it  destructive  & wore  it  like  devastating  wounds . a  token  of  his  childhood  fires  that  hadn’t  ceased  yet .   ❝ — &  i  do  think  that  you  deserved  a  better  ending  than  this .  ❞  alas , she’d  already  made  her  mind  up  &  there  wasn’t  much  that  he’d  do  to  change  her  mind .  he  considers  carefully , then  decides  to  remain  sat , listening  to  the  continuous   shiver  of  her  breath . 

❝       we  were.     i  promise  we  were.     ❞       lets  a  flutter  of  a  smile  stretch  apple  cheeks,   blinks  lavender  lashes  to  get  rid  of  the  salty  liquid  that  had  gathered  in  copper  hues.   for  some  reason,    sadness  clawed  at  her  throat.         goodbye  like  acid  on  rose  tongue.      had  not  imagined  her  night  to  go  like  this,     been  careful  as  not  to  alert  too  many  people  of  her  quest.       keep  them  in  the  dark,   keep  them  safe.       ( was  this  for  them,  or  for  you?  )     palms  turned  up,   a  weight  so  heavy  even  atlas  would  shudder.     who  was  icarus  in  this  story?       sunshine  drenched  tragedy  of  sorrows  or  the  blistering  fire  that  destroys  everything  in  its  path.       tell  me,   is  this  really  how  you  want  this  story  to  end?       molten  wax  streaking  through  the  sky,     a  body  burning.       ❝   promise  me  something.     ❞       turns  head  to  pierce  the  other  with  imploring  eyes,    feels  his  breath  tickle  her  skin,   faces  so  close  they  almost  touched.        ❝        one  day,     after  all  this  is  over,    look  for  me.     in  the  skies,    in  the  fields,   in  the  ocean.        everywhere.   look  for  me  and  i  promise  i  will  be  there.     ❞     a  fool’s  errand,       who  was  she  to  decide  who  lives  and  who  dies?       yet  it  was  perfectly  clear,    her  precognition  has  never  been  so  loud.    one  day,   they  would  see  each  other  again.   one  day,  they’d  touch,   and  everything  would  be  okay.       ————-       it  had  to  be.  

APOLLO.  glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES.  armed for battle, wants to raise a dog / cat with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS.  keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA.  discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER.  soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend , can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS.  drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS.  the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA.  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES.  devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON.  storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects , handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS.  thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.