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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙜𝙨.

#RP #ᴅ𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒊

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐞

the first witch
a canon character for
the Greek myth verse
more info below.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
https://t.co/DfQAjCTlpY

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

S t r e t c h i n g .

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

Perfect timing to harvest some herbs. Some only bloom according to the push and pull of the moon.

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

Working on potions. Grinding herbs. Don’t mind her.

[ᅠ𓆰 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 @fleetfeathered]

ᅠᅠᅠ𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝!
ᅠ𝐈 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.
--
ᅠᅠ [ #HADESRP || #MYTHOSRP || #MVRP ]

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

Snip, snip.

Tending to her garden.

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

Unfazed.

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

I never needed any message delivered anyway, muffin man.

[ᅠ𓆰 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 @fleetfeathered]

Yes. That is me. Apollo. No longer will I deliver your messages and keep you company even when you don't want it.

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

(Neither does hers.)

Just when I thought it was impossible to be more dramatic than Apollo.

[ᅠ𓆰 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 @fleetfeathered]

Perhaps I will just starve instead next time.

( <-- His ass does not need to eat. )

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

Y e s s s s s . . . ?

:)

[ᅠ𓆰 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 @fleetfeathered]

Okay well you know what-

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

Turns out I don't even have to turn this one into a pig...

The way he's eating... he already is one.

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

This is why I craft protective spells around my home,

and yet he is always there.

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

@fleetfeathered 🤦‍♀️

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

Have you heard of... the muffin man?

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

@fleetfeathered YOU'RE GETTING CRUMBS EVERYWHERE IN MY HOUSE.

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

@fleetfeathered Hermes,

This is an intervention.

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

https://t.co/ZbmyAgFw0v

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

// MY GIRL 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

Appearing here for one purpose only: sharing this.

https://t.co/XDDy0Pk4M9

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

+

...Everything that felt like home.

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

"And at what price?" the witch inquired.

It was not every day Circe was visited by one of the Gods, and especially not 𝘕𝘺𝘹, out of all of them. The Night herself, whom she respected much more than the Sun.

Nevertheless she was still wary.

Circe was also angry. A spell +

[C i r c e @aloneonaeaea]

+ she had cast on one particular goddess she despised, in order to ensure herself a peaceful future, had been broken, and now she was wondering if there was a way she ever could protect the very few things she loved...

Her island, her animals and her garden. Her 𝙨𝙤𝙣. +