The Wild One ;

I sing of Artemis: -- Whose shafts are of gold, who cheers on the hounds. The pure maiden, shooter of stags, who delights in archery, own sister to Apollo with the golden sword. Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she draws her golden bow, rejoicing in the chase, and sends out grievous shafts. The tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes awesomely with the outcry of beasts.

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[agriaxthea]

the rawness up close ➝ tex saverio 2012

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[agriaxthea]

Love was this raging twisting violent thing. It caught them early and held on, and they never fought it. They were disastrous and terrible; they kept each other breathing with selfish lips. To be in love was as easy and as brutal as an arrow tearing through living skin and muscle. It lodged fast in their chests. Their love was the first thing they believed in. It was the first truth they knew. [x][x]

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try to say something without melting the gold off of the walls.

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[agriaxthea]

the rawness up close ➝ balmain fall 2012

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      And, boy; he’s fairly uncertain around gods now. Especially anyone relatively close to Apollo, but no one’s closer to him than this sister. If words gets around that Patroclus is back, he’s not sure what’ll happen to him. Dying for a second time might ensure he’ll never come back living, even.

                  “Artemis.”

[agriaxthea]

       "It's.... nice to see you -- well."

The loyalties she has that lie with her twin are screaming at her to alert him, to let him know that one that he once smote has risen again. But the ties she has to Achilles are convincing her otherwise. Who's to say that he doesn't deserve this chance? The war was centuries ago; Artemis could put that behind her for now.F

                    "May I ask what brings you here?"

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     “You’re way taller! That’s not fair.”

[agriaxthea]

"Fine..." With an over-theatrical exasperated sigh, she hands the girl back her toy. Chuckling, Artemis makes snaps her fingers and hands her another doll in addition to the first. "That better?"

[achillitatos]

/spraws over and claims

touch him and die

[agriaxthea]

xheroicus replied to your post:fatherglory She’s shocked that he’s made an...

reminder: touch him and die. you too mom.

YOU'RE STILL GROUNDED, ACHILLES.

reminder: never threaten a goddess. especially one that acts as your mother.

[agriaxthea]

fatherglory

She's shocked that he's made an appearance. The goddess knew the history of his last battle: the effect it had on Achilles and the outcome of the war were hard to forget. Especially regarding the Gods' loyalties. But with the recent turn of events with petulant children (ie. Katniss and Achilles), Artemis should've expected as much. Though she's never been quite good at predicting relationships.

            "Patroclus."

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     “I —— uh, maybe… no, I can’t.”

[agriaxthea]

      "Oh. How 'bout now?"