━━━━GREAT GODS!
❝ but do you feel like
a young god? ❞
( the blood of olympus )
( multiple characters x ocs! )
( "heroes of old" book three )
( heroes of...
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tw: mentions/hints of what bryce did
━chapter twenty-three, ❝she is not playing a game!❞ 『V A L E N T I N A』
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━━━She falls asleep with too little on her mind.
Valentina had not realized how tired she was━recounting her story of Bryce Lawrence to Leo... it exhausted her. And all of the stress that had been plaguing her for the last several days ━ to storm or fire the world must fall ━ and how either Ajax or Romeo will die ━ seems to crash, leaving her barely capable of keeping her eyes open after she gives Leo her pink scrunchie. Seeing it on his wrist makes her smile... Her eyes droop, and she puts a leg around one of his, snuggling into his side further, and falls asleep.
And just like that, she is back at the race track.
She is preparing for more races. She stands off to the side, very well aware of her suitors ogling her, doing some runner's stretches. She wears a simple white chiton and her golden hair is back in a braid. Then she hears someone speak━
"I have to apologize," says a man. "I thought risking one's life for any woman was ridiculous. Now that I've seen her, I understand."
"Yeah, that's great, buddy," says a suitor. "Step aside. This week it's our turn."
Valentina glances over for a split second. She assesses the man who had spoken first━he had long, graceful limbs, and a sweet honey tan. His hair is a deep shade of black, curly, a little disheveled, and his green eyes catch the light in a certain way that makes her stomach flip. She keeps her cool, however, and pretends not to notice, and goes back to focusing on her stretching. But she couldn't help but play his voice in her head over and over again... It is rich and pleasing and... She feels an unfamiliar warmth inside of her chest that disturbs her.
She tries to clear her mind. She has races to win. And six more men to kill.
King Iasus calls the first runner to his mark. She takes her starting position, twenty paces back.
She chases down her suitors one after another━moving swiftly and gracefully, entrancing the mysterious man even more. She could see him in the crowd, mouth agape, his eyes wide and transfixed as he drank in her mere existence.
After the last race, as the crowd disperses, Valentina is cleaning the blood off her knives when she hears that familiar, entrancing voice.
