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| enemies to lovers | dagger to throat | morally grey oc | slow-burn | dark themes | gore | violence | toxicity | corruption arc | golden era | mythology references | dark fantasy | 18+
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊
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𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 Christmas Eve locked up in her room reading one of the few books she owned.
The girl had wanted to avoid her mother all day. She hadn't come out of her room either because she was too embarrassed or because she was using books as a distraction to get rid of the gaping hole of numbness inside her chest. Either way, spending her time reading was a great habit.
She barely had time to read but always picked up a book and submerged herself in it. The ink bled into her heart and mind, giving her an escape from the outside world. By doing this, she'd grown weary of her life. Sometimes she felt her bones straining under the weight of all the lives she was not living.
Maybe one day, she could live those lives.
But not today.
Knocks came thrice, strong and loud, and so the door opened wide. Ariadne tore her eyes away from the beckoning black letters and raised her head to look at her mother, who stood at the door.
"Merry Christmas Eve," her mother said, and the statement was soft, a little above a whisper.
"Merry Christmas Eve," Ariadne echoed, returning the greeting. She shut her book and placed it on her nightstand, scooting closer to the wall adjacent to her bed. The demigoddess noticed that the sun was about to set, and she vaguely wondered why her mother was in her room after missing one of the most important holidays.
She'd never really understood why they celebrated it. Ariadne and Paloma knew that the Greek gods that once humans worshipped were real, so she didn't see the point in celebrating something that was a part of another religion. But Paloma had grown up celebrating Christmas with her family since it was the most practiced religion in Central American countries. It was natural that the mother wanted her daughter to live with the same love she'd once grown up with before Death had sunk his claws and wiped the rest of the Velasquez family.
