#alicethewise

Oh lord. I’m going to try to be concise with this.

Pamela has a near infinite capacity for love and caring and patience, and once you’ve proven to her that you are deserving of that love or if you’re lucky enough to be born into it, it’s hard to do something that will shake it. This aspect of her comes from her past as Pleione because when you’re a sister and a mother of so many, it’s nearly impossible not to have such a large heart.

If you are one of the few that she’s devoted such emotion to, you’re lucky because she will do everything in her power to see you happy and safe regardless of what harm it may cause her or sacrifice she must make. She doesn’t care for herself or her own feelings nearly as much as she does for the people she loves, and if you endanger them or hurt them, she intends to find you and make you pay in the most excruciating way possible. She is a mama bear in every sense of the word.

She’ll do whatever she thinks is best even if the person she’s trying to protect doesn’t necessarily agree with her, which is a fault of her protective nature. She does think she knows best, probably because she’s spent so long looking out for people. She’ll take these tiny things like Clara having a crush on a boy and make a mountain out of a molehill because she doesn’t want to see her get hurt and Pamela likes to think she knows how men are since she’s spent the past few years sailing with several.

@alicethewise

IMMA DO ATHENA FOR THIS LMFAO I’m sorry if it’s incest but i’m also really not

first meeting: I remain - Alanis Morisette (Virginal Goddess of Wisdom meets God of Ecstasy and Revelry yas. They’re like complete opposites but hit it off well anywaysss)

How crass you stand before me withno blood to fuel your fameHow dare you wield such flippancywithout requisite shame?Your very existence becomes my sacredmission’s baneYou bow to kiss my handand I ignore ignited flameHow I’m moved to meet youUntouched I do remainTo some it seems foreign why IWould steely forge aheadThis land entrusted to me knowsnot of hallowed secretsI’ll keep it to myselfWhile your brave eyes swim in my headYour charm can not distract me fromthe path I’m born to treadHow I’m thrilled to know youUnaffected I remainHow I’ve learned to like youUndeterred I do remain

becoming lovers: daddy issues - the neighbourhood (BUT REALLY THOUGH THIS SONG IS PERFECT)

Take you like a drugTaste you on my tongue

Ask me what I’m thinking aboutI’ll tell you that I’m thinking aboutWhatever you’re thinking aboutTell me something that I won’t forgetBut you might have to tell me againIt’s crazy what you do for a friend

Go ahead and cry little girlNobody does it like you doI know how much it matters to youI know that you got daddy issuesAnd if you were my little girlI’d do whatever I could doI’d run away and hide with youI love that you got daddy issues, and I do too

breaking up: if i were a boy - beyonce

It’s a little too late for you to come backSay it’s just a mistakeThink I’d forgive you like thatIf you thought I would wait for youYou thought wrongBut you’re just a boyYou don’t understandYeah, you don’t understand, ohHow it feels to love a girl somedayYou wish you were a better manYou don’t listen to herYou don’t care how it hurtsUntil you lose the one you wanted‘Cause you’ve taken her for grantedAnd everything you had got destroyedBut you’re just a boy

working it out: talk me down - troye sivan

I wanna sleep next to youBut that’s all I wanna do right nowSo come over nowAnd talk me down

So if you don’t mindI’ll walk that lineStuck on the bridge between usGrey areas and expectationsBut I’m not the one If we’re honest 

But I wanna sleep next to youAnd I wanna come home to youI wanna hold hands with youI wanna be close to you

happily ever after: right thru me - nicki minaj

You let me win, you let me ride, you let me rock,you let me slide and when they looking,you let me hide, defend my honor, protect my prideThe good advice, I always hated but looking back,it made me greater, you always told me,forget the haters just get my money, just get my weight upKnow when I’m lying, know when I’m cryingIt’s like you got it, down to a science, why am I trying,Know you ain’t buying, I try to fight it, back with defiance,you make me laugh, you make me hoarse from yelling at you,and getting at you, picking up dishes, throwing em at you,why are you speaking when no one asked you.

The Griswolds - Beware the Dog

He was waiting for Alice―unfortunately all he seemed to do these days was wait, but he had decided to wait, take some time, instead of being rash. Godric had watched the fall of many great men, none as wealthy or powerful as him, but still, and most of the times it had been cases of reckless action. He gets up from his chair and begins to take small paces around the room, his brow settling into its deep furrow, which seemed to be his only expression these days. Godric had not been getting any sleep or rest since the riots had begun and though he did not admit it, it was building up on him. The sole reason he was able to keep going on was the thought that all the commotion was his fault, his fault for not being able to take care of matters more swiftly. Also, he had known since the day he had failed to dispose of Hadrian Leclair that something along these lines. He was not unnecessarily optimistic or pessimistic about anything, his job was to deal with the workings of the state and money in the most neutral way and he missed the days when the most dramatic thing in his life was a merchant with debts up to his chin.

alicethewise

It had been a rough couple of days for Hadrian. The riot was something he had not anticipated as it was not something planned by the Titans-- or at least he hoped it wasn’t. It was guilt that caused Hadrian to think this way, as he didn’t want to believe that a group he stood beside would be responsible for the death of the knights he once considered brothers and sisters; he didn’t want their blood on his hands, but it was naive of him to believe that in the midst of a civil war things would be so black and white or as simple as having a single side tilting towards the “right” side.

Though this riot was not planned by Caelan and the Titans, it served as a wake-up call that death was inevitable, betrayal was inevitable, tragedies like these were going to be inevitable if they ever wanted to find peace again, and soon enough Hadrian would have to come to terms with the fact that it was him against them and nothing else. He was no longer a knight, and the people he once considered friends were now his enemies if they chose to stand beside a false King. Eventually that concept would sink in, but in the moment it was a difficult notion for him to grasp as he was not entirely ready to grasp it just yet. 

Though he was not welcomed, Hadrian had made an effort to visit the graves of his fallen friends well after their funerals and after their families left the cemetaries. It would not have sat right with him if he had not paid his respects and declared his apologies even if there was no one on the other side who wanted to hear them. It was because of this that he found himself coming home so late. It was not exactly his home so much as a home he was forced into after losing his knighthood and all his titles. It was a place in the outskirts of Albion, one that was hardly large enough to house the servants he once had when he was still considered a lord and still had noble claims to his family’s wealth, but it was enough to keep him sheltered and it was a place kept away from the knowledge of those who would wish to harm him-- or so he thought. 

As soon as he stepped past his fence, the atmosphere felt different. In the darkness his sight was obscured, but he could have sworn he heard noises coming from the trees surrounding his little cottage. Perhaps it’s rabbit, he thought, but still kept his hand secured on the hilt of his blade which he always had at the ready on his side, scoping out the area as he fiddled with his locks only to find that they were already unlocked. His body tensed and he tried to think back to early that morning and whether or not he remembered to lock his doors; it would not have been unlike him to forget such things when his mind was constantly jumping to the next step, never really settling in one thought or one task for too long. 

He stepped inside, still tensed and still uneasy, a feeling that became commonplace nowadays. He waited and listened for a few moments for any signs of movement or that someone had broken into his home before he allowed himself to let his guard down and head towards the kitchen to fetch himself a drink of water, hoping that would calm him down and cool him off. It was then that he heard the sound of chainmail and heavy steps heading towards him in the dark. His initial instinct was to turn and face them with his sword unsheathed, though perhaps it would have been wiser to run while he still could. Recognizing the figure as Alice did little to soothe his nerves, but he found himself lowering his weapon as there was still a sliver of hope that perhaps she was not here to do him harm and this encounter could still end with him walking away as she had let him once before. 

For Athena

 The Wise Warrior 

A warrior born fully clothed in armor...a wise being ready for the impossible...a goddess among men... A T H E N A