It’s instantly known as to who has approached her. Melinoe is able to sense the God of War miles away. Sugary hum trickles from painted brims, head dipping back and rests against a solid chest as seemingly endless gems peer up at their lover. “Ares.”
the goddess is known for her beauty, a gift from her mother, persephone, but melinoe’ personality resided, for the majority, to that of her father’s. reserved, passive. “is it ever early for the likes of us, father?” despite the modern rumours, they are both altruistic by nature.
ᅠ
ᅠ
She is no princess in the tallest
tower waiting for a prince to
save her. There is no dragon to
slay, no fields of thorns to burn.
ᅠ
ᅠ
⠀⠀⠀⠀For she is . . . 𝓐𝚁𝚃��𝙼𝙸𝚂.
ᅠ
ᅠ
https://t.co/iywPkidZtN
svelte leg is draped elegantly over a knee, the goddess perched on a stool and her willowy hand graces the surface of the bar, thumb tapping lazily away. fingers twirl a stray olive, swirling a mixture of margarita.
⠀
⠀
Strong, mighty Hephaistos,
bearing ⠀ SPLENDID ⠀ light,
unwearied fire, with flaming
torrents bright strong handed,
deathless and of art divine,
pure element, a portion of the
world is thine: all-taming artist,
all - diffusive power
⠀
⠀
@combatcries than you’re willing to offer.” More than they can have. If not their Father’s denying, then Aphrodite. They aren’t destined to have what she wishes, wants. “You’re all that I want and if you can’t see that. . .” She pauses, lips twisting as noses nudge. “You’re not as smart as +