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I. ???II. Disco Elysium III. Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II, the Sith Lords IV. Haunting of Hill House EP 10 V. Art by Kim Dorland, Ghosts of You and MeVI. Private Jack Bell, The Thin Red Line VII. Heraclitus on Soul.
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There's a word for this ache...
This world started how every tragedy does: credence in the gods. It came to be monstrous for anyone who knows it. Those who live it however... they have become weary. Tiredness is hereditary in demigods as much as it is in their blood to hold up a sword - always ready, always aimed, always tired. Bones tersely posed in that anxious way that someone who knows a war is coming will stand.
In lieu of the weary, Áine grieves through her existence. She knows that - as the sole (surviving) demigod daughter of Hades - their world will always choose to see her in three ways: a Carnivore. Nearly shrouded. Shadowed. It would take banishing out Kronos' essence herself to get that cemented notion of her to change. This is far beyond how proficient others know she can kill monsters, beyond her taciturn ways, her odd apathy, beyond the fact she makes decisions only if the chance flip of a drachma allows it. Áine Cross will always be just a mosaic of shadows. No great prophecy was uttered with a daughter of Hades in mind to fulfill it. She knows this. She allows this. She will take the unease in peoples eyes every time she returns from months in the Underworld over the burden of what happens to heroes.
If it means Áine can come back to those she loves in the summer - the Cross girls who gave her their last name, her sisters - she will step aside. Yet, there are still consequences her birth has wrought; her father would've never broken his oath but love, fickle and beyond prophecies, comes however much you forbid it. Because of that love, Aine will always hear the Fates as their strings reverberate in the silence ( they don't need to remind her of all people...) and remember remaining idle was never a choice for someone like her.
