makariax:
even as she made herself comfortable in the trolley, she held a soft grip on ket’s hand. “oh, no, babe, i gotta die from like a hydra attack or something. does hercules have no kids? where are my arch-enemies?” she huffed. “and, nah, there won’t be a funeral. there’ll be a party. i’m gonna be a full god, remember?”
ket smiled and leaned against the trolley, doing her best to push it while still holding on to mak’s hand. “but dying sounds --- not fun.” she made a face at the thought of mak dying. “but i can be your arch-enemy. right here, right now.” she joked, laughing softly. “ooh, right ~ can i help plan the party? i’m great at party-planning.”








