#exheroibus

Jason flicked his cigarette into the cool Gotham breeze and watched the ashes drift away before responding. "Preaching t the choir, baby bird." He said after a moment. "Might wanna impart your words of wisdom on B instead, he's the one whose always trying to figure me out like I require the "World's Greatest Detective" Treatment" when the answer's completely fucking obvious."

@exheroibus​​ | From Cassian (for Nesta maybe?)

Ella had finally had enough of her cruel step mother and her awful sisters. She would be locked inside and forced to be their servant no more. All she wanted was one night. One night to socialize and have a little fun. She didn’t even care for trying to meet a prince or any wealthy man for that matter. All she desired was a night of freedom and feeling pretty. Instead she received a ruined dress and more of a mess to clean up as she was locked in that awful house on her own for the night.

So Ella did what she never had the confidence to do before. She ran away. There would be no more ‘Cinderella, I want tea!’ ‘Cinderella, fix my hair!’ There would be no more Cinderella at all. Only Ella Tremaine now. Maybe just Ella. As much as she loved the only tie she had left to her father, she did not want to be found and brought back to that house. That place hadn’t been home since the day they received news of his untimely death. 

She hadn’t exactly known where she was going to go when she packed what little belongings she had and left. She just knew she’d find the adventure she’d always dreamed about. Originally, she wanted to head towards the docks, but something in the forest was pulling her in another direction. It just felt like she was supposed to go this way, and Ella wanted to trust her instincts. 

Ella didn’t see the wall, she just saw a low hanging tree; it reminded her of her mother’s tree, and she wanted to get closer to it. A willow, she believed it was called, and she wanted to get closer to it. She ducked through some bushes, finding it a tighter squeeze than it had looked, but luckily she was very thin from eating only the scraps left behind by her step mother and step sisters. The air felt fresher after she was through, and it seemed warmer. A little unusual, but she didn’t think much of it, her focus was on the willow tree. 

She found herself humming quietly as she got nearer, a song her mother must have sung to her as a child. She could no longer remember the words, but the melody was just as soothing on it’s on. Enough so that Ella hadn’t even realized when she had sat beneath the tree and fallen asleep. She hadn’t even known she had been asleep until she felt someone shaking her awake. She opened her eyes, expecting it to be one of her step sisters, but instead she was faced with a handsome man with hair as bright as autumn leaves. 

A stranger! 

“You.... You are a child.”  Melancton frowned at the ‘hero’ from behind his dark veil. The gorgon had thrown it on to carelessly when he heard someone making a ruckus outside his home, so a snake or two were able to peak their heads out from beneath it. He had very little against turning most heroes that came to threaten him into stone, but this was not a hero. “Why would they send a child?”

Requested by @exheroibus

Do what makes your ș̴̂̀͐͂͛̈̏͝o̴͉̤̼̠͈̳͒̇̈́̐͒͐ͅữ̵͖̻̗̍̂̉̕͠͠ḷ̴̛̛͕͕̟͔̜̫̭̖̋̓̾̐̈́ͅ 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 Leave a little s҉p҉a҉r҉k҉l҉e҉ wherever you go

Diamánti L̶o̶k̶i̶s̶o̶n̶   (they/them) God of Shimmer, Lady/Lord of the Undead Child of Loki & Hades

The smirk on the gentle goddess’s face was down right cocky. ❝Hmmm, now who was it that said this would happen? Oh, that’s right: I did. You really should reconsidering making bets with me.❞ Despite her gloating there was a note of playful laughter to her voice. But, really, she would have thought that people would’ve learned. But, her disarming charm probably helped in that department.

        winter still clings to her, cold and ashen. the last vestiges of the underworld that have yet to be shed by the warmth that greets her when she returns home. the queen of the dead is gone, replaced by the goddess of spring. from wife to daughter. she tilts her head toward the sun and lets it wash over her for the first time in six months. already the earth feels like it’s waking up beneath her and she thinks perhaps this year, the harvest might be the best yet. her lips curl up at the corners as she bounds up the steps to her home above the ground.