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@goddessxoflight
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Independent Canon-Divergent Palutena from Kid Icarus ✸→→ Lovingly written by Ghosty 21+ Only Selective. Interactions with Mutuals only. Canon-Divergent Friendly! AUS accepted! Other fandoms accepted! Para - Novella { Mirror Writer }. Mature topics. Roleplayer discretion is advised. HEAVILY Greek Mythology Inspired.
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Want to get on Palutena's good side? Bring her a tasty treat. For as long as she can remember, she has had a fondness for sweets. If you present her with desserts like cakes and cookies, she will offer her blessings without question. Her favorite dessert? Kourabiethes. Bring this to her altar, and she will shower you in her light.
"Oh, what? These, these aren't tears. It's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall."
The eldest daughter of Hyperion, a figure of strength and resilience, quickly wiped away the tears glistening on her cheeks before her dearest little sister, the ethereal and delicate Palutena, could catch a glimpse of the sorrow etched on the Goddess of Darkness's pale face. It was her solemn duty to serve as a fortress of support for her little sister, a role she embraced wholeheartedly, no matter the weight of the burdens that pressed down upon her shoulders. Yet, despite her best efforts to maintain a facade of strength, she couldn't help but offer Palutena a warm, sympathetic smile, especially when she noticed the look of concern etched on her sister's features.
Medusa leaned in closer, her smile softening as she beckoned Palutena to draw nearer, fostering a moment of intimacy between the two. With a delicate motion, she cupped her hand over her mouth, a playful gesture that was meant to shield the words that were about to escape her lips. She whispered a secret, her voice a gentle murmur that danced in the still air, "But when the rain came down, I made a vow to the dark, that what they hear isn't laughter, after all. It's just your voice, learning to stand up tall. And no matter what, I shall always be by my sister's side, supporting her."
Her words held a sense of hope, a promise that even in darkness there was room for courage and growth. Medusa’s heart swelled with pride as she shared her truth with her sister, a quiet call to embrace her own strength amidst the shadows that surrounded them...
Even though it was Medusa who faced the brunt of Palutena's punishments, her acceptance of this burden was rooted in a deeper purpose. Her love for her sister motivated her to make sacrifices, leading her to endure hardships silently to protect Palutena's happiness. Medusa envisioned her sister as someone who could stand tall and unapologetically free, unshackled by the whims of the gods or the constraints imposed by men. With this deep desire in her heart, Medusa willingly embraced every punishment inflicted upon her, each one proof of her love and dedication. She chose to conceal her tears from Palutena, believing that her own sorrow should not cast a shadow over her sister's light. Medusa wanted nothing more than to protect that exquisite glow and ensure that it continued to shine brightly, unwavering and pure.
Palutena, young and naive, does not realize the mistake she has made.
It is not her tied at the helm of punishment. It is not her feeling the weight and pain of their father's disappointment. She does not understand.
She does not know that her dear sister, forced to handle the brunt of of their father's anger, was the one taking the blame for the Goddess of Light's mistakes.
Medusa, who was given the responsibility of watching over the Goddess of Light, has failed her their father Hyperion's eyes. The great titan looks down upon her, disappointed that she did not stop her youngest sister from making a mockery of the court, for speaking out when she'd noticed the injustices surrounding.
She does not know it is because of her but Palutena is not blind. She knows her sister is hurting and trying to hide the tears that stains her cheeks. She always did try to be strong.
Medusa whispers words of encouragement to her, but Palutena's heart doesn't stop aching for her sister. The pain extends past guilt, wishing there was more she could do even if she does not understand what Medusa had done.
But she afraid. Afraid of earning the same wrath, the same scornful punishment.
She notes the chains bound around Medusa's wrists and body, keeping her dormant, from making any more mistakes that were not her own. The cold chains dig into pale flesh until every subtle movement is a reminder of her misgivings. She will not be allowed to leave until she understands the gravity of what she'd done. To make sure it never happens again.
Palutena reaches for her sister, hands cupping Medusa's tear-stained cheeks. A thumb smooths over her cheekbones to catch any stray tears, wishing it was enough to comfort her. Simply visiting her imprisoned sister was asking for trouble, but Palutena never was good at following direction.
Palutena says nothing, only staring into her sister's eyes as if searching for something. Medusa rarely steps out of line, so whatever she had done, it must have been dire. Their father never blindly punishes his daughters.
She breathes evenly. "Whatever you have done, I pray that lessons have been learned today. I do not like to see you like this... To anger father is not an objective I'd ever assumed from you. Once you are free, will you ensure you do not anger him again?"
Yes, she is naive, indeed.
It's where he always lingers, somewhere between sleep and awake, ever so beating with the love in her broken heart.
The shy and somewhat awkward son of the Inventor had once again slipped away from the confines of his father's cluttered workshop, driven by an irresistible curiosity that pulled him beyond his familiar sanctuary. As he ventured further, a sense of excitement fluttered in his chest.
With cautious steps, he made his way to the edge of the trees, peeking out from behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak. Heart pounding, he cast a furtive glance into the clearing, filled with dappled sunlight that danced across the ground. There, under the soft glow of the golden rays, stood the maiden who had enchanted him so. Her presence radiated a quiet grace, her long, flowing hair shimmering in vibrant green hues, reminiscent of the leaves that surrounded her.
'She's... She's so beautiful.'
Her presence seemed to illuminate the very air around her, wrapping the space in an aura of warmth and gentle affection. Icarus felt a familiar surge of emotion—a blend of admiration and longing—that made his heart race. As he observed her, hope and shyness intertwined, fueling his silent wish to find the courage to step forward and speak to her rather than hide in the tree's shadows.
Sunlight shines on the evergreen, hands stretching out as flowers bloom where her light touches. Her bare feet dance across the meadows with an airy step that dodges every blooming flower beneath, ensuring that their lives are not tampered by her merriment.
She is joyous, free, and her laughter matches the tempo of her fellow companions for they do not worry nor do they fear. The Goddess protects them from harm; from any hunter that dares make a sport of assaulting them.
Nymphs of various seasons and colors join her in revelry, their musical instruments playing in tandem with each mirthful step of their feet meeting Gaia's earth.
It is her escape. A place to run and hide away from her duties when she wants a break and a chance to breathe. To get away from it all. The mortal plains, free from divinity, feels more like home than the skies above these days.
But there was another reason why she enjoys she enjoys every escape.
A boy.
One whom she knows was watching her from the shadows. He isn't discreet, but she finds that charming. She smiles, her fingers curling at her skirts, lifting them to display the gold charms dangling from her ankles, chiming and jingling as she hops around the other nymphs who spin with her.
She waits, but he does not come. He does not leave the refuge of the forest. It becomes clear that this was another day that he fails to gather up the courage to join her side.
No matter. She has enough courage for the both of them.
She moves like she is dancing on clouds, spinning with an airiness that appears as though she is flying just as she approaches the lining of trees. Only then does she find respite from the merriment, her chest rising and falling, sweat dripping from her brow. She is happy, alive, and its clear she has every intention of experiencing such revelry alongside the mortal boy she'd taken an interest in.
She reaches into the shadows towards the inventor's son.
"Icarus!" She chirps excitedly. "Come dance with me!" Although her failure at exhibiting any sort of patience aides in her failures of waiting for him to answer. Before he has a chance to back out, she makes up his mind for him and snatches him up by his wrist, yanking him out from the safety of the trees and into the thick of the festivity.
Now the party could really begin.
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#GODDESSXOFLIGHT ▻ "You shall be purified!" #IKAROSXFLIGHT ▻ "Great Palutena, victory is ours!"
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Independent and Selective Roleplay blogs based on the Kid Icarus || Of Myth and Monsters series. Written by Ghosty and Daedalus. Mirror writers. Canon-Divergent! Heavily Greek Mythology inspired and p l e n t y of creative liberty. Disclaimer: Mature Topics ahead; triggering content and dark themes. Must be 21+ to interact.
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// *Cries while trying to find active Hades/Hades 2 roleplayers.* I just want to find a Zagreus or Melinoë to play with and poke at!
Love.
She believed in it once.
When a hand used to hold her own and whisper gentle promises into her ear. How an inventor, so excited and felicitous in the way he showed his new creations, couldn't wait to experience them with her. Oh, how she loves him with every fiber of her being that any memory of him now is like a twist to her broken heart. Never forgotten. When a sister, so patient and kind, guided her with a leniency that Palutena assumed without question. So compassionate and warm, it was that love that turned her into a monster. Palutena, so unaware of the dark descent of her sister, and how became too fanatical towards the Goddess of Light, that it ate her from the inside out. When a father so gentle holds her tight as she cries tears that only a youngling could possess, she can't help but yearn for that same parental love years later. A protector, however, choosing his favorite child over the darker of the two, used that love to blindly determine his successor. A captain. Carrying the face of the long lost memory still dormant in her heart, aching and struggling to come forth and remind her of all that could have been, makes her realize just how cruel love can be.
Those loves have led to ruin, but in doing so, she's learned to wield it as a weapon. To use it as a power against others. Their love. Their loyalty. Their worship. All seen as weaknesses that she can mold into whatever she wants. To make her stronger. To keep her in power. To fuel her with the potency of ementation that keeps her forever young. So easy it is to string along those who show their undying devotion to the Goddesses' altar. She sees strength in control, and to dominate one's emotions is the easiest way to influence her followers. If she is the one in control, she's less likely to be hurt; to have her feelings she's so afraid of admitting used against her. Or so she believes.
The last time he felt power so intense — that which weighs 'pon the bones from sheer proximity — he had engaged in one last battle alongside his ' comrades ' . That anything could come close to the likes of Kaguya, and perhaps even surpass her, leaves the Kage more unsettled than the void-like stare lets on.
What he couldn't recall the last time feeling, however, was this unexpected pity the woman before him imparts.
Hm. Normally so willing to dismiss these facsimile platitudes, and yet Sasuke had yet to tell her outright to get lost. Had one simple gesture disarmed him so easily...? Perhaps it was the notion that anyone, mortal or otherwise, could look upon his icy demeanor, and see anything that resembled sadness...
... fury, cruelty, domination, coldness. Those seem more suited for him. Those were... the things he wanted to keep it to. Needed to...
But this woman — that he silently deduced was not of this realm — was prying too deep into him for his liking. He can feel phantom nails pry open old scars deep inside of him, he feels sick.
❝ Asking for my truths before you've offered your own? Hmph. You don't see sadness in me. You see a sucker. ❞ His distrust is sharp. ❝ If you are not mortal, what are you? ❞
She likes this boy.
There was no circumlocution with him. He doesn't hesitate to question the trust and goodwill. Straight to the point. There is no reason to be amiable. He believes that she sees him as a sucker. A fool. Like any other mortal.
He was correct.
"Ah, there is no hiding oneself with you. You have quite a keen eye for someone so fallible."
She does not conceal herself a moment longer, allowing the thread between two domains to severe and reveal herself to the quiesce boy.
A flash of light and the flutter of moth wings all around her reveal a woman. She keeps her distance, standing high above on a sturdy branch within the fortitude of trees. Should he find her dangerous, she has time to react.
She stands tall. Mighty. In all the glory that one with years of experiences could carry upon her proud shoulders. She tilts her chin, head held high as she offers him a smile of reception. Her hair, long and luscious, blows in the gentle earthly breeze alongside her many robes and layers.
She knows not to tread lightly around him, however, and so she wields a shield on one arm and a scepter in another. She has seen the way the mortals in this realm fight; so unlike the warriors from her own. They possess a different kind of power unlike anything she'd ever witnessed before. One that ensures her guard remains steadfast at all times. No matter how strongly she wishes to control it for her own.
Emerald hues, so controlled and dignified, scans him from toe to head. Her smile gentles despite her apprehensions.
"I am the Goddess Palutena, patron to the light; both sun and moon and in the light in one's heart. I come, not as an enemy, but perhaps someone who can offer a welcoming hand and guide you away from the darkness that eats inside you."
I dug up all my little secrets What a shame, living in such regret Suddenly I could see how needy I'd become, desperate for some healing You showed up just how I had seen it In my dreams, speaking words I needed A violent crashing from the ceiling You reached out and you caught me from the demons Father, save me Take me away from hell and then Heaven, help me Steady my feet again
I'm running up to the altar, drink from the water 'Til you show me some love, I am waiting I've got a heart full of sorrow, chest that feels hollow And I know I need someone to save me Oh, save my, save my Save my soul (to the altar) Oh, save my, save my Save my soul (to the altar) These arms feeling so heavy The weight I cannot carry Oh Lord, comfort my weary heart now Would you carry me?
❝ Lady Palutena. . . ! ❞
Like usual she cannot stop from spilling formalities, despite the goddesses jestful urges otherwise. Aqua drops to her knee, in subservient fashion, and lowers her eyes for fear of tarnishing the deity with her needy gaze. A tainted mortal didn't deserve even to ogle, but that did not stop her frightful greed that lapped up every curve the moment she was permitted—
—the fingers at her chin was not the permittance she expected. But it did well to melt her all over.
Shimmering babyblues look upon the goddess, with all but words expressing gratitude to even mar her soft fingers with her used up mortal flesh. She's just about ready to let any information leap from her tongue before Palutena even says it, but the moment that question does come. . . her throat catches.
❝ The captain? ❞ the languid repeat, and Aqua's biggest mistake for it would give it all away. Her gaze drifts.
Never would she ever want to lie to the benevolence before her, but... she can remember, how uncharacteristically somber Pit had been when he ushered her to let him do something on his own. Even though she fought with all her might to get him to cue her in, he insisted it was of dire importance. And though he didn't outright say it... there was this frightful little moment that she made the connection.
He wasn't telling Palutena what he was doing either.
She looks at the goddess again, her blood running cold at the realization that she took too long to answer, and that she was struggling to please her goddess. She feels dirty in her own skin, and wishes that she could escape Palutena's touch— if only to save this woman she loves from being infected by her sin.
❝ I haven't seen him for a while. ❞ Not technically a lie, but she is not giving the full answer. Her entire body tenses. ❝ Is he... I mean, forgive me to ask but... is everything okay...? ❞
"Hm?" Palutena tilts her head, beckoning an answer from such explicit lips. The smile on her own never wavers, but there is a growing sense of impatience that festers and grows every second Aqua keeps her waiting.
"Yes, dear. The captain. MY captain." She says all too sweetly despite the piqued undertone that Pit dare forget his place.
Aqua's hesitation does not go unnoticed.
The corners of Palutena's lips twitch. She notes every subtle change in her guard dog. The way her gaze flickers away, her hesitation, even the way she becomes elusive towards her gentle touch. It fails to escape the Goddesses' all-seeing perception. It meant that Aqua was hiding something from her.
Whatever it was, she was sure to find out.
She doubts Aqua's words, but does not draw her away. Quite the opposite, in fact, that Palutena uses the woman's love and loyalty as a weapon. Wielding and molding her into whatever she wants as she sees fit.
"You have nothing to worry about. It is he that I worry about." She feigns a careful kind of sadness, a pout forming ever so delicately from her bottom lip. Her brows crease and she looks solemnly to the side, as if searching what cannot be found.
She sighs wistfully.
"He didn't appreciate my words at the time, and I fear we may have gotten into a bit of a disagreement. I dare say, it may have even been my fault." She says, rather truthfully given the fact that Aqua hadn't been present at the time. She did not witness what words had been exchanged.
She turns back to her guard, the hand on Aqua's chin smoothing to her cheek, cupping it in her warm embrace. Her touch kind and gentle. Forgiving. Her thumb rubs at the blush on the woman's cheek and Palutena marvels at how easily mortals can flush. So sweet. So rousing in the way she has the Keyblade Master wrapped around her ethereal finger.
"So you must understand how worried I am. He left so suddenly, and I have no idea where he's gone. So if you have any hints-- any-- at all. This Goddess would humbly appreciate what information you may possibly have." She explains, gaze searching for any sign that Aqua will surrender. That Aqua is far more loyal to her and not Pit.
Pit is captivated by the luminous beauty of Palutena's emerald eyes, each glance a powerful affirmation of his unwavering loyalty. He is willing to believe any untruth she utters, so great is his yearning for her presence. The emptiness that consumes him in her absence is unrelenting, wearing him down with each departure. His veins pulse with a selfish intensity, his singular purpose echoing in his mind: to cherish every precious moment with his beloved Goddess.
"The feeling is mutual, thy Goddess of most high."
She wasn't getting away from him so easily.
Despite the intense, all-encompassing, and possessive nature carefully hidden behind sparkling eyes and captivating smiles, it's intriguing when Palutena acquiesces to his requests. The turbulent sea in his eyes quiets its depths into a continuously flowing sense of peace and happiness. He grins broadly, revealing his teeth to his beloved, cherished Goddess. Just like all hungry animals do.
With a swift, decisive clap, Pit summoned two ethereal servant angels. One gracefully arranged their chalices and plates, while the other, positioned in the background, skillfully played the aulos, casting forth a mesmerizing, whimsical melody that danced through the air, enhancing the jubilant ambiance. As the soothing notes filled the space, Pit began to hum softly, taking hold of Palutena's cup and delicately pouring the sacred wine for her beloved uncle, Dionysus, the revered God of Wine. Each careful pour was executed precisely, mindful of the potential for exuberance that even a little too much wine could bring—though Pit couldn't help but secretly relish the idea. He offers the chalice to Palutena, "Heh, I can't remember the last time we gave ourselves a day off. I hope you haven't neglected yourself while I've been away, Lady Palutena."
She wasn't getting away from him so easily.
Two angels materialize, their movements skillful and abrupt, as though their orders were to move fast and precise.
She could not excuse herself in between the pauses, and it appears that the captain knew her far too well that he conducts such calculated results. Should she find an opportunity to end the 'relaxation session' brusquely, she would.
She is impressed, if not marginally irritated.
She scans the two angels, setting her sights on the one playing the aulos, the melody meant to soothe but enhance the revelry of the moment. As the melody plays, Pit hums along, seemingly pleased with himself.
Her brow twitches, but she reaches for the offered chalice and takes a sip. Nectar from Dionysus himself. There was no denying its potency and the bitter sweetness that touches her lips makes her head swim before the taste reaches her tongue. She takes a breath and tries to relax herself.
Might as well humor her captain. It has been over a century since they last seen each other, after all.
"No, of course not..."
What a lie she can spin so easily from her lips.
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The moment passes and three full glasses of wine has her feeling much looser than before.
The aulos pauses unexpectedly as the Goddesses' laughter fills the air, chiming with a whimsical airiness that carries with the wind. No longer is she the tame and subdued Goddess she claims to be.
Her stance far more relaxed, she leans back, one hand keeping herself propped up, but the other bringing another gulp to her lips. It trickles from the corner of her lips, dotting her bosom in red.
"And then Apollo fell off his chariot and the horses ran off without him!! Ahahaha!" She giggles. Sitting up, a hand moves from around her, hardly stifling the laughter she can't seem to smother. "It was so amusing, seeing him sprawled out on the ground and begging for his steeds to come back!"
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