#moongccddess

everything froze - even the god's heart stilled for a breath, like hell itself was running her words over again and again just as his own thoughts were. a joke. humorless as death, he slowly turned to face her, blinking slowly. a joke. he wasn't sure if anyone had ever asked him that before. had he even told a joke before?

he was reminded of simpler times, happier days. before he realized his brothers had tricked him, before he knew they saw him as the lesser of three. maybe then, he'd have told jokes. maybe then, he'd turn with laughter in his eyes, a rusty smile in smile from lack of use.

" do i look like a person who tells jokes? " he finally broke the silence, staring down the speaker with a blank, unreadable face. " is there anything about me you'd find comedic, in any sense of the word? only the fools find death a joke. "

but he wasn't death itself, only it's lord. and he wasn't immune to humor, even if it had been centuries since he thought himself capable. and maybe, just maybe - maybe his sarcastic comments were a sort of form of joke, one he hadn't realized was still there inside of him. like a morsel of humanity, or at least of something gentle, suddenly flaring alive inside. " ...did you find it funny? "

She’s silent, stewing. 

Fury is not something Feng Wu feels that often, annoyance yes, anger…maybe but fury? No. Last time she had been this angry it had taken her then husband and his guards to lock her in the sun facing wing of the palace to stop her from burning down a continent. 

Now, it was her own self control. Maybe it was a sign that she had matured as a deity? Or that she simply was getting 

“If the God of War wishes to make moves, and to stir the pot of the mortals, then he will do so, for as powerful as I am, he is far more.” Though, while she was sure that she could have petitioned his more emotional side once upon a time, that ship has long sailed. 

“I’m afraid you are a thousand years too late if you wish for me to appeal to him for mercy upon the lands, we are long parted.” While the divorce had not been pretty, she was thankful for it. Feng Wu would literally prefer spending time with any other being in the universe. Despite that, she does understand how serious the issue is. 

Feng Wu takes in a sharp breath through her teeth. 

well,  wasn't  this  a  funny  little  encounter?  ❝&&  WHO  might  you  be?  ❞  he  quipped  carefully,  setting  down  the  checkbook  he'd  been  filling  out  for  a  table  in  the  back.  his  step-dad's  restaurant  wasn't  the  most  popular,  but  the  locals  knew  when  his  mom  was  in  the  kitchen.  atticus  lazily  leaned  against  the  backing  of  a  booth  before  offering  the  woman  a  grin.  ❝lookin'  for  a  booth  or  a  table?❞

" of course i do, that's why i've got you! " ariadne hissed her response through gritted teeth, all bone and brittle as she wrestled back the blonde's arm behind her. " you're one of them, aren't you? " there was only accusation to be found in her carefully clipped tone.

ariadne had suffered at the hands of heroes, demigods, even deities themselves. for years on this island, lost && alone, she prayed for someone to come. but now that they had, bearing that glimmer of something ethereal... the age kicked in. " have the gods finally decided to remember me? " moonlight glinted from ariadne's blade against the intruders porcelain throat, and she only lessened the pressure for an answer.