Gods blood is the sweetest nectar
And I am the foolish mortal
Who'll bind you to me
For I am addicted to your kiss
And I wish to swallow you whole
And when I kiss you
Religion shifts and blurs
Darling girl, I am the God of Light
But I'll worship you...
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• CHILD OF STORM AND SEAS,YOU ARE THEIR LEGACY•
Amara Potter Black lives and she is raised in a homely cottage near by the sea. She lives and she will know love as she grows --
Grows to be a pain in the neck (though they wouldn't have her any other way)
She is precocious child, who learns to fly before she could walk. Unpredictable and wild, Sirius, Remus and Regulus could attest, what with the amount of time they chased after the babe who was floating in the air, carefree as she pleased, tumbling and giggling around.
"Moony! Amara's flying again!" Sirius wails as he ran below Amara, ready to catch her if she falls.
"Gods damn it, isn't she supposed to be a child of Poseidon?" Remus curses, stressed and haggard, confused at to what to do "Why is she flying?!"
"Where is my damn broom?!" Regulus barks and with a simple accio charm, he was in the air, trying to rein in the rambunctious child.
Unfortunately,Amara seemed to think it was a game of chase, for everytime Regulus went near her she zoomed in the air away from him, giggling when Regulus hands were mere inches from her and she escaped his near grasp.
"She's certainly a lively one," Dorea giggled at the mess her future grandaughter would cause.
"And it seems it would be me, who will be having white hairs because of her," Sirius deadpan.
Charlus laughed and patted him on the shoulders "Come now,children are a blessing! "
"From the looks of it, Charlus," Sirius eyes flicked from the giggling child, to the enamored James,who was muttering about quidditch prodigies under his breath,and then met his eyes, "its going to be a nightmare... Just like your son."
"Tell me," Lily rested her head on her hands as she stared at an amused Poseidon,"is there some sort of 'What to do if your child is an overpowered gremlin' lessons that we can take?"
"Unfortunately," Poseidon indulged her, a littke quirk on his lips, "we dont have one. Gods are born and we age as fast as we want to. There has never been a childhood amongst us."
"That explains why he's such a child," Hades rolled his eyes looking at an irate Zeus, who was conflicted on letting such a powerful child of his brother live.
His traitorous, lying, brother who didn't swear the oath.
"That's antique!" Remus winced when Regulus crashed into one of the antique collection on the wall.
"I can buy you tens of antique, Lupin!" Regulus growled in frustration, the child who was causing this chaos merely waved her hands and giggling in the air."Oh,its on, little gremlin."
