#hausofsin

Artemis had never really been interested in buying something as...low as this establishment, but the place had been bringing in profits like crazy, which had caught the blonde’s attention. She might be rich, but her company’s profits had been lower than usual and so she had been looking for something new, something to reinvigorate interest in her brand.

This had not been it.

Consider the god of war surprised to find the absolute bombshell of a woman sitting in the bedroom of his chambers. He’d heard that there was something rousing up a fuss at a temple dedicated to him and he’d decided to see what it was. If they weren’t worshiping him, chances are it had to have been a bit of a big deal. And in fairness, Aphrodite was in fact a big deal. It was just a question of what it was she wanted from him. 

“This is unexpected.” he noted aloud, not even bothering with a proper greeting as he removed the top of his armor, tossing it to the side where it would remain until he could be bothered to deal with it again. He was going to relax for a bit, that was the plan anyway, but now he was more focused on the question at hand.

Artemis’ heart was bounding loudly in her ears. She had made a point of avoiding her brother for so long. She had made a point of avoiding everyone for so long, packing her days and nights full to the brim to keep herself busy, to keep her mind busy. But finally faced with him again, she couldn’t help but feel a warmth unfurl inside her, her feet moving before her thoughts until she had flung her arms tightly around her twin, squeezing him tightly. “I guess I did miss you, deep down.” Even as the emotions simmered inside her, she was still able to pull an easy smile as she looked at him.

Moira hesitated a moment, drawing in a deep breath as she lifted her hand, her fist hovering above the wood of his door. She knew expressing doubts to anyone was dangerous, but it was that exact feeling that was causing the muddle of feelings brewing inside her. At the very least, she knew turning towards her husband’s uncle wouldn’t appear that suspicious if anyone caught her outside his door, and she trusted the man to be the one to give her the most even-keeled advice on the matter. He knew the sort of pressure she was under, without being so entrenched in it anymore. So, she drew in another breath, and knocked. Three quick raps against the solid door as she held her breath in anticipation.

because i’m the worst

based on this ( seventh point ).  

          madness was     written in the   eyes of   one that had   broken long    ago.    cold    --    callously    he had    ripped the    girl from her     father.     leaving her    to pay the   debt of an    old man.     for how    wrong it    was that he    should attempt to    steal a   rose from the   vast palace   gardens.     he was      a cruel,    unkind   king.    unable to    connect with     the people of    the village     he ruled.    even the   servants feared    his very  wrath.    when he   neared they    scampered   to do his   bidding.    such    pointless   wretches.    the lot of    them.     they had    done as    he asked.    led that poor    trembling girl    into one of    the many    spare chambers    within the   castle.     --     that was   hours   ago.     charles   bored of    the   dull company    of the lords     &&     ladies at    court.   their affections were    not what    he required,    nor    enjoyed.    their    constant   chatter of trivial    matters regarding his     kingdom   brought him   great   discomfort    &&    boiled his    anger within his    veins.  lashing out    whenever he    saw fit, he   knew what those   in the castle   walls referred to him    as    --     a beast.            ❛    you    imbecile    !!     you’ve    done it   wrong    again    !!     start   over     &&    if you    manage to    wreck this    a third time    i will    have you    flogged in the    dungeons    !!     ❜      the trembling   male servant   before him    was holding up a     far less than    acceptable   coat    for him to    wear.    he was    supposed to be    the best   tailor around.    so much    for the   best.    with    hesitant    anger he    fled from his    chambers,     quick on his    feet,    his   skin    on fire    from the    heat of   the night.    surely that    delicate   little flower was   more than   acclimated to     her new   home by now.     with her     father   returned to the    village where she     was forbidden to    follow,    all she had    to rely on   now was     him.    &&     he had    taken   it upon himself    to be    her master.     --     her    owner.     &&     she was     now his   own to    do with as   he pleased.     without    bothering to    knock he    strolled right into     her chambers,    closing the    door behind him.      ❛    i take    it you have   settled   in     ??     ❜     not that he     cared   one way or    the other for   her comfort.    his    eyes were   already scanning her   frame,    as though    he were   preparing    to   devour her    whole.