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       ❝ Gratitude can get you anywhere...ah yes, the eagle of Zeus — surely, you two are a dynamic duo ❞.

      Her attention pans to the bird that flew freely as well, admittedly she couldn’t help but think the animal was cute, how they worked together amazed her entirely. Offering another smile, and a click of the tongue — thoughts turn more sinister. 

       ❝ No confrontation, just intriguing. Your name is blissfully rolled off the tongues of others, your work is even reachable ❞.           

Unprompted Asks. -Always Accepting!! @withbloom​

      A dry swallow, amber eyes flickering down towards the woman as         she spoke. Kassandra did cause quite a ruckus when she got off her         ship and was met with hostile strangers. She taught them a lesson or         two… Straightening up, she lifts her chin a little.                       ❝I did what I had to do. It was me or them.❞         She responds albeit coldly. 

         Aspasia’s features remain solemn, yet unreadable. Hands that were placed at her sides now clutch onto the white fabric of her clothing, from peering above at the eagle that soared nearby. The infamous Eagle Bearer. A daring smile is placed on her lips, brown orbs full of nothing but evil. Her name was one that was deemed prevailing.

       ❝ We all must survive, there’s no judgment towards that ❞.

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        The past HAUNTED her. To spend the majority of the time ignoring Kassandra’s existence, burying the remains that submerged nonetheless. Daphnae almost felt like it were a sick dream, a sort of illness she would rise from. No, it was her — how she wanted to run her fingertips against her skin, press her lips against hers just one last time, a sweet goodbye unlike the prior one

         NO, It was forbidden! The daughters of Artemis would kill her if eyes peered to see them even talk amongst each other, the woman’s livelihood that surrounded her like a deadly wildfire. It was all that she knew, worshipping the goddess of the hunt was how she was born — customs. Features that remained stern, drop with an exhale which utters between her teeth. Was it truly worth losing relationships? Losing her?

        ❝ I can imagine how hard it was for you.. ❞. Atlas, she listens to what the misthios has to say — silent, pondering, hues of golden brown oozing like honey. Reluctantly, she steps forward and takes in the scenery of the temple behind her, where she spent all these years. The sun settled perfectly against the beautiful structure, inside her heart aches. ❝ If I am to leave..we must do it now ❞. By the gods, did she miss her.

Kassandra didn’t think Daphnae would accept to follow her. But she had wanted to TRY, more than anything else. She had slept with many people all over the Greek world, but not many of them had taken an important place in her heart. The first time it had happened, her heart had ended up totally BROKEN. She didn’t want to lose someone else she loved. It was that simple.

Another smirk crossed her features at Daphnae’s words. The misthios had missed her so much. Their relationship had already been FORBIDDEN by the code of the daughters of Artemis. However, when Kassandra had first showed interest, Daphnae hadn’t pushed her away. The bond they shared was so special, so meaningful.

She then blinked of SURPRISE. “You… would really follow me ?” She asked, chuckling a bit. “It’s your choice, Daphnae. But I would be glad to have you on my ship… and in my life, too.” She admitted. She was never shy when it came to flirting, but when it came to talking about her feelings, that was really different. 

         Irrationality played a major key in leaving the daughters of Artemis behind her, all the same, the lifestyle was tiring for her at times and the recognition that was felt well deserved often never appeared. Hopelessness buried itself deep into her heart, her mind muddling into the negatives of this situation. The life she had, she would never get back — sadness to happiness, her moods elevated consistently.

       The anchor that weighed her down, was soon to be freed — a bird in a cage that would soar within the night. Though the smirk that played on Kassandra’s lips cause a small smile to settle on her own, butterflies erupted in the bottom of her stomach amidst hands that shook at her sides. These nerves would claw at her skin until she took this chance, soon it wouldn’t matter and she would ease.

         NO, It was forbidden! The daughters of Artemis would kill her if eyes peered to see them even talk amongst each other, the woman’s livelihood that surrounded her like a deadly wildfire. It was all that she knew, worshipping the goddess of the hunt was how she was born — customs. Features that remained stern, drop with an exhale which utters between her teeth. Was it truly worth losing relationships? Losing her?

      The pair were star-crossed lovers, never truly to become a whole. Deep inside, Kyra knew this would all have to come to an abrupt end and face her fears alone. Pushing Thaletas to the side only worked for so long, but her heart belonged to another. Miles away, her mind still soared to Alexios. She felt accepted, loved, but also like a fool. All the years spent alone, how did she end up craving another so vigorously? The man drove her wild.

       ❝ I know you cannot stay forever, maybe someday.. we will meet again ❞.   Proceedings to cheer her up fail, sadness enters the pool of her amber hues alongside a sigh that is mustered into the quiet. Dampening the mood was never the motive, placing one hand on the side of his cheek a small smile creases her lips almost to show him, she’ll be “okay” or close to it.

         ❝ You reek of mistrust just as your dear brother ❞. 

           MILKY white clouds whiz by in the bright blue sky, Daphnae lies in a field of grass nearby the Temple of Artemis — the itchy texture sends goosebumps against her sun-kissed skin, she chooses to ignore it and enjoy her time distanced from hunting. Atlas, alone time. The Daughters of Artemis took up the majority of her day, the sudden urge to be by her lonesome was familiar to her heart. Never to be admitted.

          WITH EYES closed and arms over her head, she sings a soothing lullaby softly underneath her breath. A gentle breeze overcomes, sending a shiver down her spine as a shadow blocks the sun from hitting her body, she peeks one eye open and instantly sits up upon seeing who it was. The Eagle Bearer. Last time they spoke she ordered Kassandra to fight her, and when it was refused — fury entered her soul. How she even got past the daughters was beyond her, the pit of her stomach churned thinking they might be dead.

        ❝ you have some nerve showing your face around here, misthios .. what brings you here? ❞

@ofmisthios // x

The truth was that Kassandra MISSED Daphnae. When the other woman had confronted her and asked her to kill her in front of all the other Daughters of Artemis, the misthios had felt her heart miss a beat. This was why she had left. She had quickly felt a SPECIAL connection toward Daphnae. They shared the same passion for animals and for hunting; she had even wished to know her better. And even if they had parted quite abruptly, she couldn’t forget the other’s lips and their skin against hers. She hadn’t talked about their relationship in front of the others, but she still had refused to kill her. 

This was why she had decided to go back to her. She wanted to talk to her ALONE, not in front of all the other Daughters of Artemis. She wanted to talk to the woman, not to huntress. Too often, Kassandra forgot herself and was only the misthios. She didn’t want Daphnae to do the same. She wanted her on her ship, at her side. The opposite would be a waste.

“You. You’re the one who’s bringing me here.” She assured, half-flirty, half-anxious. “I wanted to tell you that you’re much more than a Daughter of Artemis.” She paused a bit, approaching the other. “Why did you ask me to kill you in front of the others ? You didn’t want me to convince you otherwise, right ? You didn’t want to give me a real choice.”

             CONFUSION, the empty silence that belittled the both of them. Daphnae’s heart pounds in her chest with a lump that forms in her throat automatically, she ponders upon the day she tried to force Kassandra to kill her — although it was non-personal, it was deemed so. The connection they had was unexplainable, amongst every touch she had yearned to see her once more. All the same, the quest was never finished and it angered her.

             Seeing her face was like seeing a ghost that disappeared in the walls, the memories that flashed were used to being put in the back of her mind, to be forgotten. Butterflies that erupted cause her to dig her fingernails into the dirt, she dammed the gods for these emotions.