𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗦 | 'No damsel in distress, don't need to save me. Once I start breathin' fire, you can't tame me. And you might think I'm weak without a sword. But if I had one, it'd be bigger than yours.'
━━ 𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝐋𝐎𝐕...
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𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: slight mentions of character deaths
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SOFIA HARKNESS leaned against the cold tiles of the train station. Her earth-toned school outfit stood out from the bright white tiles of the train station. Her blonde hair which she inherited from her grandfather, the sun god known as Apollo, was tied back in a very loose and messy ponytail. Her eyes, the one distinguishing feature that Sofia got from her father, looked like a kaleidoscope of varying colors of the seven seas. They were bright pools of sea green mixing with beautiful tinges of deep blue.
The female demigod was carefully studying all those who past her. Her deep sea-green eyes were full of calculation as she stood deep in thought. Her ridged posture held a sort of defensive pose most unfamiliar with war would miss. She suddenly turned to look at the beautiful brunette boy that was beside her as he moved to lean his shoulder on the bright white titles of the train station.
Rory Mikealson, the blonde girl's childhood best friend, just grinned brightly at the blonde girl. His tan future truly looked like something sculpted by his mother, the goddess of beauty, herself; features made with care and love - some kind of ethereal beauty that was held in gentle godly hands.
Rory was gorgeous in every way that defined the world.
His soft brown eyes were studying her facial details like he was trying to memorize them and recording them to his heart. Rory's soft grey sweater hid most of their school's nauseating uniform; the same uniform that Sofia knew the son of Aphrodite found quite hideous and very unflattering in every manner. She swears only a child of Aphrodite would call their school's mandated uniform an actual fashion crime.
The two demigods were currently planning to head back to their home which was a little further into the very heart of London. The two of them lived together in a house that Sofia's mother had left to her in her will. Neither demigod had any living mortal relatives, so they lived together in London. There was a sort of safety in numbers they supposed.
"What exactly is going on in that beautiful mind of yours, Sof?" Questioned the son of Aphrodite as the brunette boy reached forward to twirl a loose strain of the girl's long blonde hair. He then moved the piece of hair behind her ear.
"Nothing particular. Just thinking of what are dinner plans should be." She says simply with a bored shrug. Rory carefully eyes the girl suspiciously, but doesn't press further. He just lets them fall back into a comfortable silence.
