#xamethistus

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        the young boy frowned, crossing his arms         with genuine insult at the woman's remarks.

she couldn’t quite explain

the emotion that ran through

her. it was an almost angry

sadness, streaming through

her veins. the only way she

could show this was through

a pouted lip and a dead

expression.

              ❝ i’m really not interested in talking ———

                  she’s not   a very sentimental person by nature     ;            the only thing she genuinely cared about were her husband,            &   not  much  else.      but  the  exception  is  her  daughter,            by all means.

                                          so  when  the goddess see’s said daughter                                          weeping in the middle of a downpour,   she                                          can’t help but rush to her ;  breaths panting                                          as she tries to reach her as fast as she can.

                                                              &     when she does reach megara, her                                                              arms immediately scoop her into a tight                                                              embrace —   fingers tangling in the long                                                              locks of her darling child,    and holding                                                              her close as can be.

                            ❝    it’s okay — ❞                                          comes her whisper.

             "Hell --..."

                      Knuckles are bleeding; just because she's                       in charge now doesn't mean she no longer                       needs to get her hands dirty and remind the                       lesser groups just who is in charge.