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Fortunately, she didn’t voice her thoughts for him to hear. Apollo would’ve argued aggressively that Artemis’ always helps. If that weren’t the case, she wouldn’t be the one he seeks out when the scaffolding around him seems to break. —
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a small ache settled in her chest, and she could not quite tell whether it belonged to her or to him —— or to both of them.
whenever she was the one struggling, apollo always seemed to know exactly how to lift her spirits. while she had never considered herself nearly as »
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Still, a theatrical sigh of relief rolls over his tongue at her assurance. “ Good. Very good. I do think love looks much better on me. And——I’ll spare you the details. “
It’d be nice if it lasted, too. But that is an ancient curse he has almost come to accept. —
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( It helps more so than expected. Does the blanket return his light? No. But at least he doesn’t have to stand defenceless against the ambushing cold. )
“ I’ll warm up and give it back. “
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Silver, just like the soft light his sister radiates.
“ There a was a time where I wished I could’ve protected you from your experiences the way we protected our mother from hers. I was afraid you’d look at me differently, too. “
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Turning the word ‘ distinct ‘ over on his tongue, he decides that he doesn’t like the sound. Doesn’t like the way it tastes or makes him feel.
“ Well, you are not, “ he mutters then, hand reaching out to trace over one of her golden arrows. He owns the their counterpart. —
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artemis' eyes swept over her twin. unconsciously, she turned slightly within the chariot to face him more fully, resting her elbows against its edge.
it was a familiar feeling.
watching him think was often enough. before the first word left his mouth, she could already see »
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Apollo is a willing captive to fingertips burrowing into the skin of his waist. Golde brows twitch, delighted, at the display of possessiveness in Eros’ touch.
Breath hitching, Apollo’s mouth parts in a soundless ‘ ah~ ‘ before heated breath rolls against the slope of —
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ah well eros has never been one good at asking for anything they desired be it well or ill intended 。 desperation looked differently on everyone and eros’ 、 as the latter would know 、 was quick to turn +
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his lover’s neck. A few open-mouthed kisses against strained tendons and a sharp jawline, then settling almost innocently to the shell of their ear. His own grip tightens deliciously.
“ I’ll do just that happily. But do tell. . . are you asking for me to dip —
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Complementary? It’s such a simple word and yet it feels like a clean shot to millennia of quiet fears, a young god waiting for his divinity to undo the connection given to them by their mother.
Their lights too different, their domains placed too far from each other —
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artemis would not judge him for it. from her perspective, the birds had borne no fault in what had happened. then again, she had lost her temper for far less and acted before thinking on more than one occasion.
so she let the matter rest, unwilling to start an argument over »
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to ever touch at the edges. The perfect mirror image of a pair of titan twins that sit too far apart, closer to them than they could ever be to each other.
Complementary . . . it suggests the opposite.
“ I choose to believe that it is always both. We are what we are, —
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( slender fingers reach for the hem of the blanket to pull it more tightly around his shoulders, shielding warm skin from the icy breeze. )
. . . thanks.
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immortal scar visible on Apollo’s body.
Kissing them again until he finds himself breathless, words are gathered once again.
“ How is the recovery going? “
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“ . . . that’s not desperate, “ Apollo hums into a kiss granted despite the lacking use of a question. If he is honest to himself, he doesn’t like the idea of being denied Eros’ mouth. “ . . . that’s demanding. “
Technicalities, perhaps. —
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oh .ᐟ
oh 。
that last line against their lips did something to the god’s heart 。 either it skipped or stopped for a second——— eros actually didn’t know but they felt the warmth bloom tainting +
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Longing for this winged divine being is a fierce, torturous thing. He has to tap into an odd near-masochistic place to find the right armour to both love and defend. After all, Eros is the only one who has ever managed to leave a lasting, —
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“ Mm . . . we used to sit in the together more often when we were younger deities. Isn’t it a little funny how we’ve naturally grown into our divinity? We share enough to stay close; night could never take you from me. “
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Apollo waves her off. “ Collateral damage. “
Did the birds deserve to have their feathers charred and voices taken? Perhaps not, but Apollo’s temper was fragile at the best of times. Weave pain into the equation and he’s a victim to his own fury. —
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“ i think i would. i like taking their form. ”
a small smile crossed her lips.
“ there is something wonderful about the freedom of flight. ”
her expression softened further at the mention of the crows.
“ poor things. ”
a shake of her head followed, though there was »
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“ They learned their lesson and still use their beaks to screech for me. “
Their birthday is not the right time to have his mind trail off to buried memories of Coronis, and so he decides to focus on more important matters. Shared chariots. —
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