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⠀⠀⠀  rurik sires was one thing. ⠀⠀⠀    ﹝   ︡A VILLAIN   ﹞ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀born from the carnage of ruin, blood of the deceased pharaoh flowing in his veins. muted sounds churned beyond the castle halls, voices a distant hum. faint flickers from fire-lit lanterns cast shifting shadows, leaving the secluded chamber drenched in a deep, sanguine glow. the baritone of her voice had drawn him, a silent summons, a command he had known before even entering the threshold of her room. ⠀⠀⠀    ﹝   ︡…    ﹞ ⠀⠀he slinked back against the cold stone wall, his question caught in his throat. rurik had not anticipated such a reaction from her; it threw his mind into overdrive. a low grunt rose at the back of his throat as he reached to grip the nape of her neck. she slinked closer, pressing against him, their bodies colliding, his chest brushing hers, hips meshing against her softer curves. one hard drag pulled her back, his breath hitching as the chemicals of desire and shock fired through his mind. stunned, his icy gaze hardened, a harsh breath slipping between clenched teeth.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ “have you lost your mind?” he demanded, barricading himself against the storm of the wall, tightening his grip on her neck. “is this how every royal.. every divine of olympus treats their guests? by throwing themselves at them?”

   ‎⠀⺌   HA ! beat that, sire! 
            
            ID: @hyrded          * moving with the unrelenting speed of lightning, hera rose onto her tiptoes, hands reaching of their own accord, curling around the nape of his neck. her fingers slipped into the [red] cascade of his hair, gripping and tugging his head to the angle she desired. she kissed him, succumbing to the burning sensation that had tormented her ever since she had seen him in zeus’s court. hera tilted her head, letting her free hand slide to rest upon his chest. sensations bloomed within her, and she felt the thrill of having swallowed the words of his mouth. as divinely handsome as he was, she ached to entwine her own scent upon his skin, to claim what remained of him for herself. *

ID: @HELFIRE                lucian is a coward,      * she bit out, though his creature bore no fault. the sting of betrayal lingered, a reminder of how much she had trusted, how much she had risked, how little could ever be shared with the world. she drew a slow breath. *       will you cease your worries for another time. i wish to be alone. i have told you all that you asked. rest assured, there is nothing else to demand of me. 

ID: @HELFIRE          * one of her brows lifted in quiet surprise. unspoken, tidal tension hummed between them, a remnant of a decade-old history. hera tore herself from the row of scrolls and codices she had gathered for study, laying them across the broad stone table, weighted with bronze. behind her, a brazier hissed low, casting flickering light across marble columns and the coffered ceiling. the library smelled of cedar and aged parchment, silent but alive with the ghosts of knowledge. she tried not to focus on elder’s voice, though it sounded altered, stripped of the kin warmth she had once known. he was all she had, the only person who had ever truly mattered. the gods refused to accept him among their own, his origin foreign to olympus, yet she could not care. for all her divine blood, she had found no family among the olympian gods. loyalty had been rare, fleeting, even her own father had never ever offered it—sverrir alone had been constant. a ragged sigh tore from her lips. *     i do not approve of your meddling in my affairs. but yes, i did. only for a little while.       * her fingers flexed, adorned with simple bronze rings. her chiton of pale linen fell in precise folds, belted beneath the breast; a dark himation rested across her shoulders, clasped at the throat with a modest pin. she mustered a semblance of composure, pretending the world between them was ordinary. she turned, offering her back to the one who was her protector, her confidant, her forbidden anchor. yet the moment she did, her expression fell, hidden behind the towering shelves. acrid disappointment settled deep in her stomach, a silent echo of longing. * 
                       * from here, she could recall him—the faint scent of him lingering across the library, memories of laughter and lessons, hunts she had begged to join, nights spent merely listening to his voice. those moments had been fleeting, fragile, yet they had marked her entirely. *        

⠀⠀⠀  the reaper had descended into mount olympus by an unknown force—-whether her summoning or fate itself tugging him through the chaos of a world that did not belong to him. ⠀⠀⠀    ﹝   ︡…    ﹞ ⠀⠀he had done what was necessary in the moment. barefoot, the jagged stones tore at his soles, leaving scabs and fresh pain. all around him, carnage sprawled in patterns that felt eerily familiar, echoing the blood-soaked fields of egypt where he had waged countless battles. lowering the woman to the ground, rurik cast a wary glance behind them. a carved path gaped hollow and desolate, as if the mountain itself had been sundered in anger.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ “can’t stay here,” he murmured, the words tasting foreign and yet strangely inevitable. frowning, he realized he understood the sound of her voice as if it had always been part of him. “were you the one to summon me?”

ID: @hyrded        * her head moved in a small refusal, timid despite the tremor passing through her limbs. ruin had taken hold of the air itself. smoke crept low and thick, bitter on the tongue, stinging the lungs with every breath drawn. it wrenched a cough from her chest, and instinct drove her arms tighter around the man’s neck, fingers digging into the warmth of living flesh. he was a stranger. untouched by the hours before his coming. unaware of the gathering that had filled these heights. the amazons had been summoned to council, a rare convocation beneath the eye of zeus, held upon the high courts where stone once rang with divine voices. yet olympus had never been a place of lasting accord. the gods were quick to wrath, quicker still to envy. her sight blurred as she looked upon the broken terraces and fallen columns, the sacred planes marred by ash and shattered marble. jealousy burned deep and sharp within her, a wound no fire could cauterize. even here, where clouds once veiled perfection and snow crowned the peaks untouched by mortal feet, peace could not endure. mount olympus had always borne the weight of divine rivalry. *    will you put me down? please. 

&.     fabulous work of art.   

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