╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
📖A mythic slow-burn, spiralin...
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: here's a bit of extra scenes/plot to ch.62 ┃ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬; ahhh! i'm back lovelies~ didn't mean to dip (i know it's been like a week but it felt so much longer i swear 😭💔😩) but yeah, it's been... ugh... yeah. if you follow me on tumblr, you might have saw a few rants/posts i've made there and pieced together why i've dipped, but if not, plz read the a/n at the bottom... i know i do a shitton of them but i swear it's the best way of communicating, especially seeing as this book is posted across 4 seperate platforms--- but yeah! plz enjoy the chappie first! it was one of my most favs ngl, it was fun writing in the different povs heheheh enough, not gonna spoil, enjpy babes! also! i know i said i'd update the comments but actually never got around to it! i've been swamped with doubles at work, so i've been hella tired, but i'm resting when i can so hey 🤣 )
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She moved like a shadow beneath a silver sky.
The air was still above the mortal world, that kind of velvet hush reserved for mountaintops and moments just before prophecy. Artemis stepped lightly across the threshold between realms, the hem of her cloak brushing against the clouds with no sound. She did not disturb the sky when she moved—it merely held its breath and let her pass.
Lately, things had grown... difficult.
She would never say so aloud, not to her retinue, not to the wolves at her side or the girls who pledged their blood in her name. But the air above Olympus had thinned in recent weeks. Not weather. Not season. Just something strange—like the gods themselves had begun exhaling slower, holding something back.
And always, always, it circled back to her brother.
She didn't need to see the golden scorch across the clouds to know Apollo had intervened again. She felt it in her joints, in the bones of the moon when it tilted a half-degree too far, chasing some warmth it had no business wanting. His aura clung to the edges of the realm like the smoke from a burning feast: too sweet, too much.
She sighed—long, sharp through her nose—and tightened the leather cord around her wrist.
Careless. Again.
Of course he was.
Divine interference, twisted time, some mortal girl he couldn't stop haunting. Artemis didn't know the details. She didn't need to. She could smell his recklessness from here, taste it in the stillness like honey gone sour.
He never learned, that was the trouble. For all his songs and prophecies, her twin had never understood the consequences of touch.
Not like she did.
Around her, the night hummed—unbothered, unaware. The wind curled soft around her legs, brushing against the hem of her silver tunic like a child seeking comfort.
