He stares into the mirror of his bathroom. That's who's looking back at him. That's Argo. A faded scar on the left side of his face, sharp canines that look like fangs. Argo has deep brown eyes, deep rooted trust issues- and truly thinks he would be better off if everyone left him alone. Argo brings tragedy everywhere he goes. Argo has never talked to Hermes- and he assumes he never will. He's never been claimed, either. All he has is his shape-shifting and his jansport.
Argo has deep brown, short hair. And.. wings. Big wings.
Luna is younger than Argo by a few years. She has an innocent smile, the same scar- just.. newer. She hasn't learned not to trust yet. She has plenty of friends! She has all the bracelets to prove it! But, she knows they all just see her as a kid.
Her eyes are a bright blue, her hair is long and blonde. Her fangs are duller, more like a dog than a cat.
She has wings as well, they're just smaller- more proportionate to her body than Argo.
That's a name nobody's heard in a while.
Golden eyes, fangs like a wolf and dirty blonde hair. His scar was healed; unlike Luna's.. but it was cut open- bleeding with.. what seems like golden ichor. Right, this isn't Argo- this isn't really a.. mortal. This is a combination between a demigod and godly beings. A puppet.
And he has no wings, but he does have strings.
The three are having a conversation- which should be impossible.. but it's happening.
Argo has split his bathroom mirror in half, Luna on one side- Atticus the other.
"We need to be democratic about this-" Argo is the only one on the outside of the mirror; his body is the only one physically there. "I. I barely remember anything. I remember vague stuff- I'm just getting.. absolutely horrendous vibes from you." Argo gestures to Atticus.
"WHAT?? What the fuck man! You give bad vibes!"
"I will smash your mirror-"
"BOYS! You're both pretty!" Luna snickers, cutting off the other two. "I say that since I remember the most- I should get control!"
"But you're a baby. I don't know how being mentally 12 and physically almost 15 will work. Plus, you've already pissed off Nero, and none of my friends like you- because they think you're stealing my spot."
"No! No puppy dog eyes. Stop that. Stop it. I'm looking away."
Argo crosses his arms, looking away- and sees the door. He could just leave.
He sighs, turning back towards the mirrors.
He takes a deep breath, and takes Luna's portion of the mirror- staring into it.
Suddenly- you watch as Argo turns into Luna, then himself, then Luna.. then finally something strange.
They look Argo's age. 14, almost 15- with one brown and one blue eye. They have the facial and back wings; still an angelic white.
The front of their hair is Luna's brassy blonde- the back is Argo's dark brown. It's as long as Luna's was.. about to mid back- with Argo's bangs in the front.
They look up- propping themself up with their prosthetic arm.
"Hi." They definitely sound like Argo. "Who are.. you- I just need a name. Sorry. And- how long have you been there?"
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