Mythological One Shots bi me

Lunar Eclipse

It was never easy. It never was.

I sit in the moonlight with my silver bow and quiver arrows and I think to myself: I should not cross paths with the sun. It's too bright. His bow and quiver are too gold. I love Apollo like my own sisters, there's something endearing about him. I know that I've sworn off men for ever but he's the man that I love.

We're destined to love each other despite what history tells us to be.

The God of the sun, of music and poetry, has touched my wild heart and leaves me wandering in the forest, alone with my silver deer companion.

In the glow of the moonlight I found myself sitting beside him, with his arm around me.

How strange.

"No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother," he quotes Shelley to me as he kisses my forehead.

"My dear sister, Artemis, you're so cute."

"I know, but my sisters do not know about us. Lets just say that we are brother and sister, not husband and wife."

Quoting Percy Shelley's Love Philosophy