"Hello, I'm Iris. No need for introductions or pleasantries, just don't get in my way."
Iris Wilson, Daughter of Apollo. || Strike of Fate AU.
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@her-golden-sword
"Hello, I'm Iris. No need for introductions or pleasantries, just don't get in my way."
Iris Wilson, Daughter of Apollo. || Strike of Fate AU.
Run Boy Run. ☆ Woodkid.
I redesign Iris and EVERYONE wants thet cookie. I mean I do too but GODDAMN
TELEMACHUS KISS YOUR WIFE‼️
– 🩷
"Oh... Well that is quite easy."
[Mwah!]
"There."
@her-golden-sword
"Wha- H-Huh.??-"
"Tartarus." Iris had a deadpan expression. Bro is either dead or dead/j
[ @her-golden-sword. ]
”What…?”
Iris took a deep breath, and grabbed his hand. "Marry me." More of a demand than a question-
He looked confused for a second, before blinking. Idiot. Idiota. Budala.
“O—okay! Yeah!” He smiled.
"Why did you-" Iris just chuckled and kissed his cheek. "Dork. You didn't have to say yes if you don't want to-"
“B-but I wanted to.”
"You're too cute.." Iris chuckled. "Then we're married."
"Tartarus." Iris had a deadpan expression. Bro is either dead or dead/j
[ @her-golden-sword. ]
”What…?”
Iris took a deep breath, and grabbed his hand. "Marry me." More of a demand than a question-
He looked confused for a second, before blinking. Idiot. Idiota. Budala.
“O—okay! Yeah!” He smiled.
"Why did you-" Iris just chuckled and kissed his cheek. "Dork. You didn't have to say yes if you don't want to-"
"Tartarus." Iris had a deadpan expression. Bro is either dead or dead/j
[ @her-golden-sword. ]
”What…?”
Iris took a deep breath, and grabbed his hand. "Marry me." More of a demand than a question-
"LYKOS LET ME GET A CAT!!!"
"Don't ever question why I have bites and bruises on my neck like you don't know I have a husband who's love language is that exact thing. It's not even kinky he just likes biting me..-"
"I'm the only one who can do things to Lykos and he won't actually kill me.. feels nice."
*Pat pat*
Good boy :}
- Anon :>
Don't call me that.
- 🗡️🩸
"I've got this."
Pat pat "Good boy!"
"There's confetti in my DAMN HAIR–"
Haven't... Been here in a bit. But I'm posting just to say happy birthday to my lovely wife, Iris. She turned 21 today. Love you, hun. ❤️
@her-golden-sword
"Oh, honey... Thank you so much.."
A black cat plush and you're so docile the fuck
"Shush."
Iris grinned as she walked through her husbands's home, almost giddy.
Recently, she'd bought a bunch of flavored lip balms, and she was pretty sure he'd never tasted something like them before. Being an ancient Greek prince and all.
So, she walked through with cookies and subtle yet more makeup than usual as to not look suspicious, and searched for him. This'll be fun.
[@her-golden-sword]
Telemachus lazily laid in his hammock, tilting his dagger to see how the sunlight would look on them. He saw Iris in the blade's reflection, and jumped down, perfectly landing on his feet like he somehow always managed to do.
"Hello, love," he hummed, kissing her cheek. Noticing her expression, he sighed. "Any reason why you're grinning at me like a madwoman?"
Iris clapped playfully at his entrance, and hummed happily at the kiss, though it's not where she wanted it. She loved when he did the absolute most.
She then pouted, batting her lashes innocently. "Aaw, what? I can't see my husband anymore?"
Telemachus sighed. "You're putting words in my mouth," he deadpanned.
He gently held Iris's hand in his own. "Now, tell me why you look so excited. And you're wearing slightly more makeup than usual."
Iris giggled and hugged his arm. She hadn't seen him in a while, it was an excuse to get clingy. "Oh, don't look all grumpy."
Iris then rolled her eyes and let out a little huff. "I can't just dress up for my husband? But if you must know, I'm practicing different looks for my birthday next month." It wasn't a complete lie.
"You don't need to. You already look good enough," he muttered, kissing her forehead.
"Oh, what was that? I couldn't hear my grumpy husband~" she teased, poking his cheek.
"Also disrespectfully, it's my day, not yours." She hummed. "But I like the subtle dark eye look.."
"Mm, ok," He hummed. "So, why do you look so giddy?" Telemachus peeked behind her back. "You're hiding something," he observed.
"Stop being so suspicious of me!" She frowned and handed him the box. "I just bought some cookies. You act like I'm trying to kill you." Perfect excuse to ask for a kiss.
"Oh," Telemachus mumbled, licking his lips at the sight of the cookies. He did have a sweet tooth.
He gently opened the box, munching on chocolate chip.
"I went through all that trouble and you aren't gonna praise me?" She pouted dramatically. "I don't even get a thank you kiss!" Yeah she knew she was annoying him, but he liked it.
Telemachus quickly pecked her lips. "There, is that--"
He paused. Orange... No, peach flavoring?
His pupil dilated.
Iris grinned. There it was.
"Thank you~" she purred, acting like nothing was wrong as she turned away. "Well, that's all I wanted~!"
Telemachus grabbed Iris's arm. His grip was tight, yet not enough to hurt her.
"Iris..." He muttered, his expression darkening. "Sweet..."
Iris yelped, her face flushing. Oh, she's really in it now.
She hesitantly turned to him. "Dragonfly, are you alright?" Stupid question, he's obviously not.
Without a second thought, Telemachus grabbed Iris into his arms, carrying the both of them into the hammock.
"Eek-!" She yelped, her face flushing as she sort of accepted her fate. I mean it wasn't like she could fight him, so she hoped she'd make it out alive. (She would, she's just dramatic.)
"Sweet.... Sweet..." He muttered, kissing Iris's lips multiple times. He loved the peach tangy flavour of her lip balm. But mostly he just liked kissing her.
Iris squealed, wrapping her arms around him as he kissed her with a giggle. She knew this would be fun.
"Mmmh–" She hummed. "Is something different about me? What's with all the affection?"
"Flavoured lip balm. And you got the flavours I haven't tried yet..." He murmured.
"Well, that took all the fun out of you not knowing what lip balm is.." she mumbled, sighing dramatically. "You're so boring. I went shopping the other day and I got a whole bunch and I wanted to surprise you."
"Also, you say that like you eat the stuff."
"...Can you put all of them on so I can taste them..?"
"I mean, I brought some with me- is this an excuse to make out with me?" She grinned as she sat up.
"...Yes." he muttered.
Iris sighed and opened her purse, grabbing a cherry one and putting it on. "Well, I live to make your life better~"
The second the stick left Iris's lips, Telemachus grabbed her face, kissing her passionately.
"Now- Mmph–!" Her eyes widened, but she relaxed against his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"cherry wine..." He muttered sweetly.
"I swear, I'm never gonna find the ones you really like." She muttered back, running a hand through his curls.
Telemachus leaned into her touch, then laid onto her chest. "Even without the balm... You still taste sweet."
"Mmh," she giggled. "I don't eat too many sweets though. Or do you just have a crush on me?~" You're married, Iris.
"We're married, rainbow girl..." Telemachus muttered with a roll of his eye. He gentle kissed Iris's neck.
"...Oh, you totally like me~" she laughed but it died down when he kissed her neck. "H-Hey-"
Telemachus hummed, gently nipping at Iris's skin. He then sighed and laid on the crook of her neck.
"Already sick of me?" She teased, tugging on his hair a little to make him look at her. "Too bad we're married! You can't get rid of me~" she stuck her tongue out.
...
Silence. Until he started snoring.
"You're not sleeping on me. You're gonna drool." She pried him off of her, or at least attempted to.
"Mm..." He mumbled, before encircling his arms around her tightly and snoring again.
"Telemachus of Ithaca!!" She yelled, pushing him off again. "Don't sleep on me!"
"Woah-" Telemachus stumbled back, falling off the hammock.
Iris blinked. Well, shit. Iris immediately jumped down. She didn't effortlessly land on her feet like he did, but she landed either way.
"Uh- Babe-?"
Iris grinned as she walked through her husbands's home, almost giddy.
Recently, she'd bought a bunch of flavored lip balms, and she was pretty sure he'd never tasted something like them before. Being an ancient Greek prince and all.
So, she walked through with cookies and subtle yet more makeup than usual as to not look suspicious, and searched for him. This'll be fun.
[@her-golden-sword]
Telemachus lazily laid in his hammock, tilting his dagger to see how the sunlight would look on them. He saw Iris in the blade's reflection, and jumped down, perfectly landing on his feet like he somehow always managed to do.
"Hello, love," he hummed, kissing her cheek. Noticing her expression, he sighed. "Any reason why you're grinning at me like a madwoman?"
Iris clapped playfully at his entrance, and hummed happily at the kiss, though it's not where she wanted it. She loved when he did the absolute most.
She then pouted, batting her lashes innocently. "Aaw, what? I can't see my husband anymore?"
Telemachus sighed. "You're putting words in my mouth," he deadpanned.
He gently held Iris's hand in his own. "Now, tell me why you look so excited. And you're wearing slightly more makeup than usual."
Iris giggled and hugged his arm. She hadn't seen him in a while, it was an excuse to get clingy. "Oh, don't look all grumpy."
Iris then rolled her eyes and let out a little huff. "I can't just dress up for my husband? But if you must know, I'm practicing different looks for my birthday next month." It wasn't a complete lie.
"You don't need to. You already look good enough," he muttered, kissing her forehead.
"Oh, what was that? I couldn't hear my grumpy husband~" she teased, poking his cheek.
"Also disrespectfully, it's my day, not yours." She hummed. "But I like the subtle dark eye look.."
"Mm, ok," He hummed. "So, why do you look so giddy?" Telemachus peeked behind her back. "You're hiding something," he observed.
"Stop being so suspicious of me!" She frowned and handed him the box. "I just bought some cookies. You act like I'm trying to kill you." Perfect excuse to ask for a kiss.
"Oh," Telemachus mumbled, licking his lips at the sight of the cookies. He did have a sweet tooth.
He gently opened the box, munching on chocolate chip.
"I went through all that trouble and you aren't gonna praise me?" She pouted dramatically. "I don't even get a thank you kiss!" Yeah she knew she was annoying him, but he liked it.
Telemachus quickly pecked her lips. "There, is that--"
He paused. Orange... No, peach flavoring?
His pupil dilated.
Iris grinned. There it was.
"Thank you~" she purred, acting like nothing was wrong as she turned away. "Well, that's all I wanted~!"
Telemachus grabbed Iris's arm. His grip was tight, yet not enough to hurt her.
"Iris..." He muttered, his expression darkening. "Sweet..."
Iris yelped, her face flushing. Oh, she's really in it now.
She hesitantly turned to him. "Dragonfly, are you alright?" Stupid question, he's obviously not.
Without a second thought, Telemachus grabbed Iris into his arms, carrying the both of them into the hammock.
"Eek-!" She yelped, her face flushing as she sort of accepted her fate. I mean it wasn't like she could fight him, so she hoped she'd make it out alive. (She would, she's just dramatic.)
"Sweet.... Sweet..." He muttered, kissing Iris's lips multiple times. He loved the peach tangy flavour of her lip balm. But mostly he just liked kissing her.
Iris squealed, wrapping her arms around him as he kissed her with a giggle. She knew this would be fun.
"Mmmh–" She hummed. "Is something different about me? What's with all the affection?"
"Flavoured lip balm. And you got the flavours I haven't tried yet..." He murmured.
"Well, that took all the fun out of you not knowing what lip balm is.." she mumbled, sighing dramatically. "You're so boring. I went shopping the other day and I got a whole bunch and I wanted to surprise you."
"Also, you say that like you eat the stuff."
"...Can you put all of them on so I can taste them..?"
"I mean, I brought some with me- is this an excuse to make out with me?" She grinned as she sat up.
"...Yes." he muttered.
Iris sighed and opened her purse, grabbing a cherry one and putting it on. "Well, I live to make your life better~"
The second the stick left Iris's lips, Telemachus grabbed her face, kissing her passionately.
"Now- Mmph–!" Her eyes widened, but she relaxed against his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"cherry wine..." He muttered sweetly.
"I swear, I'm never gonna find the ones you really like." She muttered back, running a hand through his curls.
Telemachus leaned into her touch, then laid onto her chest. "Even without the balm... You still taste sweet."
"Mmh," she giggled. "I don't eat too many sweets though. Or do you just have a crush on me?~" You're married, Iris.
"We're married, rainbow girl..." Telemachus muttered with a roll of his eye. He gentle kissed Iris's neck.
"...Oh, you totally like me~" she laughed but it died down when he kissed her neck. "H-Hey-"
Telemachus hummed, gently nipping at Iris's skin. He then sighed and laid on the crook of her neck.
"Already sick of me?" She teased, tugging on his hair a little to make him look at her. "Too bad we're married! You can't get rid of me~" she stuck her tongue out.
...
Silence. Until he started snoring.
"You're not sleeping on me. You're gonna drool." She pried him off of her, or at least attempted to.
"Mm..." He mumbled, before encircling his arms around her tightly and snoring again.
"Telemachus of Ithaca!!" She yelled, pushing him off again. "Don't sleep on me!"
Iris grinned as she walked through her husbands's home, almost giddy.
Recently, she'd bought a bunch of flavored lip balms, and she was pretty sure he'd never tasted something like them before. Being an ancient Greek prince and all.
So, she walked through with cookies and subtle yet more makeup than usual as to not look suspicious, and searched for him. This'll be fun.
[@her-golden-sword]
Telemachus lazily laid in his hammock, tilting his dagger to see how the sunlight would look on them. He saw Iris in the blade's reflection, and jumped down, perfectly landing on his feet like he somehow always managed to do.
"Hello, love," he hummed, kissing her cheek. Noticing her expression, he sighed. "Any reason why you're grinning at me like a madwoman?"
Iris clapped playfully at his entrance, and hummed happily at the kiss, though it's not where she wanted it. She loved when he did the absolute most.
She then pouted, batting her lashes innocently. "Aaw, what? I can't see my husband anymore?"
Telemachus sighed. "You're putting words in my mouth," he deadpanned.
He gently held Iris's hand in his own. "Now, tell me why you look so excited. And you're wearing slightly more makeup than usual."
Iris giggled and hugged his arm. She hadn't seen him in a while, it was an excuse to get clingy. "Oh, don't look all grumpy."
Iris then rolled her eyes and let out a little huff. "I can't just dress up for my husband? But if you must know, I'm practicing different looks for my birthday next month." It wasn't a complete lie.
"You don't need to. You already look good enough," he muttered, kissing her forehead.
"Oh, what was that? I couldn't hear my grumpy husband~" she teased, poking his cheek.
"Also disrespectfully, it's my day, not yours." She hummed. "But I like the subtle dark eye look.."
"Mm, ok," He hummed. "So, why do you look so giddy?" Telemachus peeked behind her back. "You're hiding something," he observed.
"Stop being so suspicious of me!" She frowned and handed him the box. "I just bought some cookies. You act like I'm trying to kill you." Perfect excuse to ask for a kiss.
"Oh," Telemachus mumbled, licking his lips at the sight of the cookies. He did have a sweet tooth.
He gently opened the box, munching on chocolate chip.
"I went through all that trouble and you aren't gonna praise me?" She pouted dramatically. "I don't even get a thank you kiss!" Yeah she knew she was annoying him, but he liked it.
Telemachus quickly pecked her lips. "There, is that--"
He paused. Orange... No, peach flavoring?
His pupil dilated.
Iris grinned. There it was.
"Thank you~" she purred, acting like nothing was wrong as she turned away. "Well, that's all I wanted~!"
Telemachus grabbed Iris's arm. His grip was tight, yet not enough to hurt her.
"Iris..." He muttered, his expression darkening. "Sweet..."
Iris yelped, her face flushing. Oh, she's really in it now.
She hesitantly turned to him. "Dragonfly, are you alright?" Stupid question, he's obviously not.
Without a second thought, Telemachus grabbed Iris into his arms, carrying the both of them into the hammock.
"Eek-!" She yelped, her face flushing as she sort of accepted her fate. I mean it wasn't like she could fight him, so she hoped she'd make it out alive. (She would, she's just dramatic.)
"Sweet.... Sweet..." He muttered, kissing Iris's lips multiple times. He loved the peach tangy flavour of her lip balm. But mostly he just liked kissing her.
Iris squealed, wrapping her arms around him as he kissed her with a giggle. She knew this would be fun.
"Mmmh–" She hummed. "Is something different about me? What's with all the affection?"
"Flavoured lip balm. And you got the flavours I haven't tried yet..." He murmured.
"Well, that took all the fun out of you not knowing what lip balm is.." she mumbled, sighing dramatically. "You're so boring. I went shopping the other day and I got a whole bunch and I wanted to surprise you."
"Also, you say that like you eat the stuff."
"...Can you put all of them on so I can taste them..?"
"I mean, I brought some with me- is this an excuse to make out with me?" She grinned as she sat up.
"...Yes." he muttered.
Iris sighed and opened her purse, grabbing a cherry one and putting it on. "Well, I live to make your life better~"
The second the stick left Iris's lips, Telemachus grabbed her face, kissing her passionately.
"Now- Mmph–!" Her eyes widened, but she relaxed against his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"cherry wine..." He muttered sweetly.
"I swear, I'm never gonna find the ones you really like." She muttered back, running a hand through his curls.
Telemachus leaned into her touch, then laid onto her chest. "Even without the balm... You still taste sweet."
"Mmh," she giggled. "I don't eat too many sweets though. Or do you just have a crush on me?~" You're married, Iris.
"We're married, rainbow girl..." Telemachus muttered with a roll of his eye. He gentle kissed Iris's neck.
"...Oh, you totally like me~" she laughed but it died down when he kissed her neck. "H-Hey-"
Telemachus hummed, gently nipping at Iris's skin. He then sighed and laid on the crook of her neck.
"Already sick of me?" She teased, tugging on his hair a little to make him look at her. "Too bad we're married! You can't get rid of me~" she stuck her tongue out.
...
Silence. Until he started snoring.
"You're not sleeping on me. You're gonna drool." She pried him off of her, or at least attempted to.
Iris grinned as she walked through her husbands's home, almost giddy.
Recently, she'd bought a bunch of flavored lip balms, and she was pretty sure he'd never tasted something like them before. Being an ancient Greek prince and all.
So, she walked through with cookies and subtle yet more makeup than usual as to not look suspicious, and searched for him. This'll be fun.
[@her-golden-sword]
Telemachus lazily laid in his hammock, tilting his dagger to see how the sunlight would look on them. He saw Iris in the blade's reflection, and jumped down, perfectly landing on his feet like he somehow always managed to do.
"Hello, love," he hummed, kissing her cheek. Noticing her expression, he sighed. "Any reason why you're grinning at me like a madwoman?"
Iris clapped playfully at his entrance, and hummed happily at the kiss, though it's not where she wanted it. She loved when he did the absolute most.
She then pouted, batting her lashes innocently. "Aaw, what? I can't see my husband anymore?"
Telemachus sighed. "You're putting words in my mouth," he deadpanned.
He gently held Iris's hand in his own. "Now, tell me why you look so excited. And you're wearing slightly more makeup than usual."
Iris giggled and hugged his arm. She hadn't seen him in a while, it was an excuse to get clingy. "Oh, don't look all grumpy."
Iris then rolled her eyes and let out a little huff. "I can't just dress up for my husband? But if you must know, I'm practicing different looks for my birthday next month." It wasn't a complete lie.
"You don't need to. You already look good enough," he muttered, kissing her forehead.
"Oh, what was that? I couldn't hear my grumpy husband~" she teased, poking his cheek.
"Also disrespectfully, it's my day, not yours." She hummed. "But I like the subtle dark eye look.."
"Mm, ok," He hummed. "So, why do you look so giddy?" Telemachus peeked behind her back. "You're hiding something," he observed.
"Stop being so suspicious of me!" She frowned and handed him the box. "I just bought some cookies. You act like I'm trying to kill you." Perfect excuse to ask for a kiss.
"Oh," Telemachus mumbled, licking his lips at the sight of the cookies. He did have a sweet tooth.
He gently opened the box, munching on chocolate chip.
"I went through all that trouble and you aren't gonna praise me?" She pouted dramatically. "I don't even get a thank you kiss!" Yeah she knew she was annoying him, but he liked it.
Telemachus quickly pecked her lips. "There, is that--"
He paused. Orange... No, peach flavoring?
His pupil dilated.
Iris grinned. There it was.
"Thank you~" she purred, acting like nothing was wrong as she turned away. "Well, that's all I wanted~!"
Telemachus grabbed Iris's arm. His grip was tight, yet not enough to hurt her.
"Iris..." He muttered, his expression darkening. "Sweet..."
Iris yelped, her face flushing. Oh, she's really in it now.
She hesitantly turned to him. "Dragonfly, are you alright?" Stupid question, he's obviously not.
Without a second thought, Telemachus grabbed Iris into his arms, carrying the both of them into the hammock.
"Eek-!" She yelped, her face flushing as she sort of accepted her fate. I mean it wasn't like she could fight him, so she hoped she'd make it out alive. (She would, she's just dramatic.)
"Sweet.... Sweet..." He muttered, kissing Iris's lips multiple times. He loved the peach tangy flavour of her lip balm. But mostly he just liked kissing her.
Iris squealed, wrapping her arms around him as he kissed her with a giggle. She knew this would be fun.
"Mmmh–" She hummed. "Is something different about me? What's with all the affection?"
"Flavoured lip balm. And you got the flavours I haven't tried yet..." He murmured.
"Well, that took all the fun out of you not knowing what lip balm is.." she mumbled, sighing dramatically. "You're so boring. I went shopping the other day and I got a whole bunch and I wanted to surprise you."
"Also, you say that like you eat the stuff."
"...Can you put all of them on so I can taste them..?"
"I mean, I brought some with me- is this an excuse to make out with me?" She grinned as she sat up.
"...Yes." he muttered.
Iris sighed and opened her purse, grabbing a cherry one and putting it on. "Well, I live to make your life better~"
The second the stick left Iris's lips, Telemachus grabbed her face, kissing her passionately.
"Now- Mmph–!" Her eyes widened, but she relaxed against his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"cherry wine..." He muttered sweetly.
"I swear, I'm never gonna find the ones you really like." She muttered back, running a hand through his curls.
Telemachus leaned into her touch, then laid onto her chest. "Even without the balm... You still taste sweet."
"Mmh," she giggled. "I don't eat too many sweets though. Or do you just have a crush on me?~" You're married, Iris.
"We're married, rainbow girl..." Telemachus muttered with a roll of his eye. He gentle kissed Iris's neck.
"...Oh, you totally like me~" she laughed but it died down when he kissed her neck. "H-Hey-"
Telemachus hummed, gently nipping at Iris's skin. He then sighed and laid on the crook of her neck.
"Already sick of me?" She teased, tugging on his hair a little to make him look at her. "Too bad we're married! You can't get rid of me~" she stuck her tongue out.