╰┈➤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.66 ┃ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤; ahhh sry for being gone like that yall, ya girl once again thuggin through life lol. also fr thank yall so much for all the positive engagement on the last chapter 🫶🏾 like i said, ngl i was kinda nervous cuz over time i've seen how much yall love hermes and i was like "damn hope they dont jump me for this one lmaoo" cuz frfr he was never meant to be a love interest hahah. but yeah hope yall liked my lil meta-ending a/n too ngl the way i was crying/dying writing it cuz it legit felt like i stepped in a time machine 😭 i used to write all my a/n like that when i was younger, full on meta shit happening with book characters down there lmaoo. just had to dust off my lil skills as an apology for hurting yall like that 💀 but no worries this doesn't mean it's the last time we see hermes 👀 also sry for rambling lol hope yall enjoy this chapter—had so much fun with it fr, lots of stuff here is actually setting up the isekai book/hints (even a character or two might show up, just saying))--ALSO Y'ALL KIKI/@k_nayee IS BACK DSNDBJSB TELL ME WHY I GOT A NOTIFICATION FOR WARRIOR SHE AINT SAY SHIT OKAY BYE
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High above the mortal world, past the fading storm clouds and into the golden spires of Olympus, dawn was breaking.
Eos walked alone down one of the quieter marble paths, each step left behind a faint shimmer, like the last glow of a dying star before sunrise.
She was tall—taller than many of the lesser gods and even some of the elder ones. Her skin was a deep, rich brown, but along her arms, neck, and cheeks, splotches of vitiligo broke the darkness into colors that rippled like early dawn.
Soft pinks, pale oranges, the faintest purples and golds—each hue melted into the next like paint swept across a sky that wasn't ready to wake. Her fingers and forearms gleamed a soft rose, like they'd been dipped in sunrise itself.
Her hair floated around her shoulders in a cloudy mass—thick coils and drifting wisps that shifted with the breeze, flickering between foggy white and faint pastel colors as if she carried the horizon wherever she went.
But instead of a serene, beautiful smile that encapsulated her namesake, she scowled.
The expression tugged at her mouth, making her jaw twitch as she walked. In one hand she carried a scroll, clutched tight enough that the papyrus bent under her grip. The seal at the bottom gleamed faintly with gold wax, half-smeared from her thumb pressing into it.
"Of all the things I wake the sky for," she muttered under her breath, her voice low and scratchy from sleep not yet shaken off, "this is what I get dragged into...?"
