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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ֯ ⁎ ،̲،̲ i am a walking 𝐰𝖆𝖗 comprised of 𝖇͟𝖑͟𝖔͟𝖔͟𝖉 and viscera with hands that will never wash clean.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘥͟𝘦͟𝘷͟𝘪͟𝘭͟’𝘴͟ 𝘢͟𝘥͟𝘷͟𝘰͟𝘤͟𝘢͟𝘵͟𝘦͟
Enyo smirks at the eye roll and it widens when she is, eventually picked up. Arms and legs encase Eris and her head is tucked into the woman’s neck. “Let’s grab a milkshake.”
Orbs of gold immediately careen, rolling affectionately. But her sister is, after a few seconds of silence, picked up. And with relative ease. Enyo weighs nothing, no more than a feather.
“That barely did anything to you, drama queen” the tiny one murmurs with a soft grin she tries to fight off. Her nose scrunches as it is traced and tapped lightly. “Where have you been ? I missed you.”
“Ouch, that one really hurt, Enyo.” Plush lips quirk with a goofy simper, hues akin to shimmering gold traversing her Sister’s visage. Fingertips trace along a delicate nose and tap lightly at the tip, hands soon finding svelte hips and squeezing possessively. “Greetings, tiny.”
“Fuck you, skyscraper” she instantly climbs on her sister’s lap after the bumping of shoulders. “Hi” she says back, arms wrapping around the other’s neck.
“Calm down, Tiny!” Eris snickers lowly, jumping the couch with relative ease and lands alongside her sister, their shoulders bumping. Painted brims are already in full bloom, grin aglow. “Hi.”
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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
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+ hearing them is more than enough for me” she grumbled, observing as Eris grabs a letter opener and goes for their father’s liquor cabinet. She claps a little and rocks on her feet with glee. “You’re so awesome” she says with a grin and bounces lightly. “Open it open it.”
Enyo is not at all surprised but is because Eris has always been tender with her. The raven haired woman snorts and giggles because yes, their father has never been good at keeping things hidden. Their secrets always spill. There was always something about them coming to the +
She snickers, the very sound with filled mischief and it’s supported by soft browns that drip with cunningness. Enyo’s knuckles are toyed with, stroked by surprisingly tender fingertips. Who could think Eris possessed a tender bone? “It’s not my fault Father keeps his business +
+ surface. Do you know how many scandals they’ve had to deal with over the years since mingling with mortals and becoming public figures? Loose-lipped on their bed. She hopes they become more than loose on the lips. “Ugh but you know how father and mother get after reunions, +