Why Are You Here..?

Hades daughter 5 years old

[pleasedonttouch-me]

LEAVE ME BE..!

Hi..I’m lune..uhm..I’ve never really been good with introductions.

• • Recording initiated.

Remind us of your name?

…Lune..sir..

Last name too kid.

Lune night

Look at me when I’m speaking.

…sorry..

What is your gender?

Female..

How old are you?

5..

What are you?

a demigod…

[something moves in the background] What did I say about looking away?

I-I’m sorry..

What is a demigod?

A disgrace sir..

Who’s your godly parent?

…satan..?

…Your showing signs lune.

…w-wait..! I-im sorry..! P-PLEASE..!

[a loud thud, and a small click.]

Recording cut.

My brother @demigoddenier: he makes everything better when everthing goes wrong…. I wish he took more time for himself

My little brother @minithunderbitch: he gets very zappy sometimes..and he took the power out once..he felt really bad because it made me cry cause I’m scared of the dark..

[that-roman-arsonist]

A 14-year-old girl wandered quietly through the palace, her footsteps carrying her past the grand corridors and towering columns. She passed directly by Nero’s office without so much as a glance toward the door. She wore a simple garment that closely resembled a toga from Nero’s era, its fabric draping loosely around her frame. Her posture was remarkably straight, giving her an almost composed and formal appearance despite her young age. Her curly, dark brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, with a few loose curls framing the sides of her face as she continued down the hallway.

Nero was, of course, working, as he tends to do a lot of the time whenever he gets a moment to himself. The kids were either busy or sleeping, so until something happens he is stuck with paperwork. It's not that he necessarily likes it, but there simply isn't much more to do around here.

He stopped when he heard footsteps by his door. Strange, people don't really walk by here. He specifically instructed them not to. This area is off-limits to almost everyone, so who...

The emperor stood up and went to look in the hallway, and upon seeing an unfamiliar figure, he assumed the worst. Infiltration. He marched up to the person and tapped them on the shoulder. "I think you went the wrong way."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

The girl slowly turned her head, her gaze immediately finding Nero. Her brows furrowed as she studied him, a flicker of recognition crossing her expression. Perhaps he recognized her face, though she seemed far more certain of who he was. “Pater,” the girl said softly, the word carrying a quiet familiarity. She turned her body fully toward Nero, standing still as she continued to watch him with a cautious, almost searching look.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Excuse me?" He did not want to believe his ears. There was no way this girl just called him that. He does not parent teenagers, his children are... Not even five years old yet. Nero shook his head, "You must be mistaken."

He was so shocked by this that he forgot his usually threatening demeanor existed. There was tension in the air, and he didn't like what he was seeing. "Did you hit your head when you snuck in here?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“You don’t recognize your own daughter?” The girl tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes fixed intently on Nero as she studied his expression. There was a hint of disbelief in her voice, as though she couldn’t understand how he could possibly fail to recognize her. “It’s me, Lune.” She spoke the words with quiet certainty. Lune then crossed her arms over her chest, maintaining her perfectly straight posture as she continued to stand before him, her expression growing more serious as she waited for him to process who she was.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"I don't have teenagers." He replied flatly, squinting at her suspiciously. Something was going on, and he was definitely being lied to. He has toddlers and an infant, and that's it. He has never seen this girl in his life, though she does bear a strange resemblance to one of his children... No, it simply couldn't be. He scoffed when the girl claimed she was Lune. "Nice try. Lune is sleeping right now, and she's not grown up yet."

Lune also doesn't act like this, but that was besides the point.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“I forgot how much of an idiot you could be when I was young,” Lune muttered under her breath, her voice carrying just enough irritation to make the remark unmistakable. She shook her head faintly, a small look of exasperation crossing her face before she turned away from Nero once more. Without waiting for a response, Lune began walking away, her posture still straight and composed as her footsteps echoed softly through the palace corridor.

When lune turned his back to him her back was slightly exposed, the tattoo on her shoulder blade could now be seen ‘099_003’

[that-roman-arsonist]

At first Nero wanted to scream at her, because she couldn't be his daughter. His daughter was sleeping in her room, after finally having warmed up to the bed. They were still working on that with Zeno, but he'd like to say they were making progress- back to the point. Just when he was about to yell, he saw that unmistakable tattoo. The very same one Lune has. But- but it was impossible! This girl was so different from the Lune he knows. And she was... older.

"...impossible." The emperor muttered under his breath, but no one else could have that tattoo. Not that specific one. Deep down he knew, he knew this was his child. He slowly started walking after the girl, until he's caught up with her. "Impossible," He repeated, louder this time, before getting in front of older Lune and cupping her face. "People don't grow this much in one nap time..."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lunes eyes stared at the man. They didn’t sparkle with curiosity like they did. “Because I’m not from your time.” Lune said, she didn’t lean into his touch like little lune would have. She stood stiffly. Her brown eyes watched the man’s face infront of her.

“I grew up.” Lune said, almost reading Nero’s mind with the whole she didn’t act like herself. “People don’t stay the same forever pater.”

[that-roman-arsonist]

A 14-year-old girl wandered quietly through the palace, her footsteps carrying her past the grand corridors and towering columns. She passed directly by Nero’s office without so much as a glance toward the door. She wore a simple garment that closely resembled a toga from Nero’s era, its fabric draping loosely around her frame. Her posture was remarkably straight, giving her an almost composed and formal appearance despite her young age. Her curly, dark brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, with a few loose curls framing the sides of her face as she continued down the hallway.

Nero was, of course, working, as he tends to do a lot of the time whenever he gets a moment to himself. The kids were either busy or sleeping, so until something happens he is stuck with paperwork. It's not that he necessarily likes it, but there simply isn't much more to do around here.

He stopped when he heard footsteps by his door. Strange, people don't really walk by here. He specifically instructed them not to. This area is off-limits to almost everyone, so who...

The emperor stood up and went to look in the hallway, and upon seeing an unfamiliar figure, he assumed the worst. Infiltration. He marched up to the person and tapped them on the shoulder. "I think you went the wrong way."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

The girl slowly turned her head, her gaze immediately finding Nero. Her brows furrowed as she studied him, a flicker of recognition crossing her expression. Perhaps he recognized her face, though she seemed far more certain of who he was. “Pater,” the girl said softly, the word carrying a quiet familiarity. She turned her body fully toward Nero, standing still as she continued to watch him with a cautious, almost searching look.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Excuse me?" He did not want to believe his ears. There was no way this girl just called him that. He does not parent teenagers, his children are... Not even five years old yet. Nero shook his head, "You must be mistaken."

He was so shocked by this that he forgot his usually threatening demeanor existed. There was tension in the air, and he didn't like what he was seeing. "Did you hit your head when you snuck in here?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“You don’t recognize your own daughter?” The girl tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes fixed intently on Nero as she studied his expression. There was a hint of disbelief in her voice, as though she couldn’t understand how he could possibly fail to recognize her. “It’s me, Lune.” She spoke the words with quiet certainty. Lune then crossed her arms over her chest, maintaining her perfectly straight posture as she continued to stand before him, her expression growing more serious as she waited for him to process who she was.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"I don't have teenagers." He replied flatly, squinting at her suspiciously. Something was going on, and he was definitely being lied to. He has toddlers and an infant, and that's it. He has never seen this girl in his life, though she does bear a strange resemblance to one of his children... No, it simply couldn't be. He scoffed when the girl claimed she was Lune. "Nice try. Lune is sleeping right now, and she's not grown up yet."

Lune also doesn't act like this, but that was besides the point.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“I forgot how much of an idiot you could be when I was young,” Lune muttered under her breath, her voice carrying just enough irritation to make the remark unmistakable. She shook her head faintly, a small look of exasperation crossing her face before she turned away from Nero once more. Without waiting for a response, Lune began walking away, her posture still straight and composed as her footsteps echoed softly through the palace corridor.

When lune turned his back to him her back was slightly exposed, the tattoo on her shoulder blade could now be seen ‘099_003’

[that-roman-arsonist]

A 14-year-old girl wandered quietly through the palace, her footsteps carrying her past the grand corridors and towering columns. She passed directly by Nero’s office without so much as a glance toward the door. She wore a simple garment that closely resembled a toga from Nero’s era, its fabric draping loosely around her frame. Her posture was remarkably straight, giving her an almost composed and formal appearance despite her young age. Her curly, dark brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, with a few loose curls framing the sides of her face as she continued down the hallway.

Nero was, of course, working, as he tends to do a lot of the time whenever he gets a moment to himself. The kids were either busy or sleeping, so until something happens he is stuck with paperwork. It's not that he necessarily likes it, but there simply isn't much more to do around here.

He stopped when he heard footsteps by his door. Strange, people don't really walk by here. He specifically instructed them not to. This area is off-limits to almost everyone, so who...

The emperor stood up and went to look in the hallway, and upon seeing an unfamiliar figure, he assumed the worst. Infiltration. He marched up to the person and tapped them on the shoulder. "I think you went the wrong way."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

The girl slowly turned her head, her gaze immediately finding Nero. Her brows furrowed as she studied him, a flicker of recognition crossing her expression. Perhaps he recognized her face, though she seemed far more certain of who he was. “Pater,” the girl said softly, the word carrying a quiet familiarity. She turned her body fully toward Nero, standing still as she continued to watch him with a cautious, almost searching look.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Excuse me?" He did not want to believe his ears. There was no way this girl just called him that. He does not parent teenagers, his children are... Not even five years old yet. Nero shook his head, "You must be mistaken."

He was so shocked by this that he forgot his usually threatening demeanor existed. There was tension in the air, and he didn't like what he was seeing. "Did you hit your head when you snuck in here?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“You don’t recognize your own daughter?” The girl tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes fixed intently on Nero as she studied his expression. There was a hint of disbelief in her voice, as though she couldn’t understand how he could possibly fail to recognize her. “It’s me, Lune.” She spoke the words with quiet certainty. Lune then crossed her arms over her chest, maintaining her perfectly straight posture as she continued to stand before him, her expression growing more serious as she waited for him to process who she was.

[that-roman-arsonist]

A 14-year-old girl wandered quietly through the palace, her footsteps carrying her past the grand corridors and towering columns. She passed directly by Nero’s office without so much as a glance toward the door. She wore a simple garment that closely resembled a toga from Nero’s era, its fabric draping loosely around her frame. Her posture was remarkably straight, giving her an almost composed and formal appearance despite her young age. Her curly, dark brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, with a few loose curls framing the sides of her face as she continued down the hallway.

Nero was, of course, working, as he tends to do a lot of the time whenever he gets a moment to himself. The kids were either busy or sleeping, so until something happens he is stuck with paperwork. It's not that he necessarily likes it, but there simply isn't much more to do around here.

He stopped when he heard footsteps by his door. Strange, people don't really walk by here. He specifically instructed them not to. This area is off-limits to almost everyone, so who...

The emperor stood up and went to look in the hallway, and upon seeing an unfamiliar figure, he assumed the worst. Infiltration. He marched up to the person and tapped them on the shoulder. "I think you went the wrong way."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

The girl slowly turned her head, her gaze immediately finding Nero. Her brows furrowed as she studied him, a flicker of recognition crossing her expression. Perhaps he recognized her face, though she seemed far more certain of who he was. “Pater,” the girl said softly, the word carrying a quiet familiarity. She turned her body fully toward Nero, standing still as she continued to watch him with a cautious, almost searching look.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

You and another demigod switch parents for 48 hours. All traits and powers and swapped. Have fun.

Lune had been minding her own damn business. She had been wandering the halls. She felt this surge of electricity run through her body. Lune stopped in her tracks and shook her head a bit. Her brown hair was now blood and curly, sticking up in every direction. Her eyes now an electric yellow instead of their usual dark brown.

She started to freak out because she didn’t like this feeling and because she started to freak out she started getting zappy.

@minithunderbitch /nf

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Open starter!

Lune’s hair had grown astonishingly long over the past year, thick curls cascading all the way down to the backs of her thighs. The dark strands bounced with every little movement she made as she sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scraps of colored paper, glitter, and half-finished arts and crafts projects. A pair of scissors rested loosely in her hand while she focused on cutting shapes from construction paper.

Then her attention drifted.

Slowly, her gaze shifted from the scissors to the heavy curtain of curls pooled beside her. The scissors paused midair. A curious expression crossed her face, eyes narrowing slightly as though some dangerous little idea had just sparked to life in her head. She lifted a thick lock of hair between her fingers, studying it carefully. For a moment, she hesitated.

Snip.

The sound was soft but unmistakable. A large curl slipped free and fluttered into her lap, while the shortened strand sprang upward unevenly. Lune stared at the chunk of hair she’d cut off, almost fascinated by what she’d done.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Nero's been busy with a lot of things recently. He hadn't talked to the kids in... a little bit, and he felt bad about it. He didn't know why that was, after all, he was supposed to be this cruel and merciless man, and now he's feeling bad because he hasn't talked to the kids that calll him papa? Weird. But alright. He made his way over to the room Lune was staying in, just in time to see her cut her hair. He stood frozen in the door for a moment, before rushing up to the girl and grabbing the scissors from her hand. "Good gods, kid- be careful with those."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune looked up at Nero with wide, curious eyes, her head tilting slightly to the side as soft curls framed her face, a few pieces of hair stuck straight up from where she cut it. It was very noticeable. Tiny fingers held up the strand she’d just cut, the severed lock dangling between them as she examined it with complete fascination rather than guilt. Her brows furrowed in concentration, staring between the scissors and the piece of hair like she was trying to solve some sort mystery.

“Pater,” she asked quietly, lifting the strand a little higher for him to see, “why it do that?”

[that-roman-arsonist]

"It's sharp, baby, that's why it does that." He put the scissors on the desk where Lune couldn't reach them anymore before assessing the damage to her hair. It was... bad. Not extremely bad, but bad nonetheless. He needed to find a way to salvage it, and fast. He's never done a girl's hair, never did much of anything in his life, really. But it can't be that difficult, right? He just needs to make the cut piece not stand out as much. "Come on, let's go give you a haircut."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune lifted her arms up to the man. “Up up” lune mumbled quietly. She started to stand up. She missed her pater so much. Lune grabbed her bow before she stood up. “Pater” lune grabbed onto his pant leg when she stood up fully.

[that-roman-arsonist]

The emperor looked at Lune and went to pick her up. This way they'd get to the bathroom quicker. And he'd be able to try and fix the problem quicker. "Yes, kid?" He talked to her while he walked. Keeping her entertained, or something.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune rested her head against his shoulder. Her small frame relaxed beside him, as her fingers lightly curled against his sleeve. “Love you,” Lune murmured. Lune picked her head back up and started to look around curiously

[that-roman-arsonist]

He didn't know what to say for a moment. This felt like a big milestone. He's not sure Lune has ever told him that. He hugged her closer to himself as he navigated to her room's bathroom. "Love you too, Lune." He said and set her down on a stool. "Now, let's get your hair in order, yeah?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“Do you think I can still wear my bow?” Lune asked tilting her head. She held up her white bow and smiled big at him. She kicked her legs as she sat on her stool

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Open starter!

Lune’s hair had grown astonishingly long over the past year, thick curls cascading all the way down to the backs of her thighs. The dark strands bounced with every little movement she made as she sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scraps of colored paper, glitter, and half-finished arts and crafts projects. A pair of scissors rested loosely in her hand while she focused on cutting shapes from construction paper.

Then her attention drifted.

Slowly, her gaze shifted from the scissors to the heavy curtain of curls pooled beside her. The scissors paused midair. A curious expression crossed her face, eyes narrowing slightly as though some dangerous little idea had just sparked to life in her head. She lifted a thick lock of hair between her fingers, studying it carefully. For a moment, she hesitated.

Snip.

The sound was soft but unmistakable. A large curl slipped free and fluttered into her lap, while the shortened strand sprang upward unevenly. Lune stared at the chunk of hair she’d cut off, almost fascinated by what she’d done.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Nero's been busy with a lot of things recently. He hadn't talked to the kids in... a little bit, and he felt bad about it. He didn't know why that was, after all, he was supposed to be this cruel and merciless man, and now he's feeling bad because he hasn't talked to the kids that calll him papa? Weird. But alright. He made his way over to the room Lune was staying in, just in time to see her cut her hair. He stood frozen in the door for a moment, before rushing up to the girl and grabbing the scissors from her hand. "Good gods, kid- be careful with those."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune looked up at Nero with wide, curious eyes, her head tilting slightly to the side as soft curls framed her face, a few pieces of hair stuck straight up from where she cut it. It was very noticeable. Tiny fingers held up the strand she’d just cut, the severed lock dangling between them as she examined it with complete fascination rather than guilt. Her brows furrowed in concentration, staring between the scissors and the piece of hair like she was trying to solve some sort mystery.

“Pater,” she asked quietly, lifting the strand a little higher for him to see, “why it do that?”

[that-roman-arsonist]

"It's sharp, baby, that's why it does that." He put the scissors on the desk where Lune couldn't reach them anymore before assessing the damage to her hair. It was... bad. Not extremely bad, but bad nonetheless. He needed to find a way to salvage it, and fast. He's never done a girl's hair, never did much of anything in his life, really. But it can't be that difficult, right? He just needs to make the cut piece not stand out as much. "Come on, let's go give you a haircut."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune lifted her arms up to the man. “Up up” lune mumbled quietly. She started to stand up. She missed her pater so much. Lune grabbed her bow before she stood up. “Pater” lune grabbed onto his pant leg when she stood up fully.

[that-roman-arsonist]

The emperor looked at Lune and went to pick her up. This way they'd get to the bathroom quicker. And he'd be able to try and fix the problem quicker. "Yes, kid?" He talked to her while he walked. Keeping her entertained, or something.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune rested her head against his shoulder. Her small frame relaxed beside him, as her fingers lightly curled against his sleeve. “Love you,” Lune murmured. Lune picked her head back up and started to look around curiously

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Open starter!

Lune’s hair had grown astonishingly long over the past year, thick curls cascading all the way down to the backs of her thighs. The dark strands bounced with every little movement she made as she sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scraps of colored paper, glitter, and half-finished arts and crafts projects. A pair of scissors rested loosely in her hand while she focused on cutting shapes from construction paper.

Then her attention drifted.

Slowly, her gaze shifted from the scissors to the heavy curtain of curls pooled beside her. The scissors paused midair. A curious expression crossed her face, eyes narrowing slightly as though some dangerous little idea had just sparked to life in her head. She lifted a thick lock of hair between her fingers, studying it carefully. For a moment, she hesitated.

Snip.

The sound was soft but unmistakable. A large curl slipped free and fluttered into her lap, while the shortened strand sprang upward unevenly. Lune stared at the chunk of hair she’d cut off, almost fascinated by what she’d done.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Nero's been busy with a lot of things recently. He hadn't talked to the kids in... a little bit, and he felt bad about it. He didn't know why that was, after all, he was supposed to be this cruel and merciless man, and now he's feeling bad because he hasn't talked to the kids that calll him papa? Weird. But alright. He made his way over to the room Lune was staying in, just in time to see her cut her hair. He stood frozen in the door for a moment, before rushing up to the girl and grabbing the scissors from her hand. "Good gods, kid- be careful with those."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune looked up at Nero with wide, curious eyes, her head tilting slightly to the side as soft curls framed her face, a few pieces of hair stuck straight up from where she cut it. It was very noticeable. Tiny fingers held up the strand she’d just cut, the severed lock dangling between them as she examined it with complete fascination rather than guilt. Her brows furrowed in concentration, staring between the scissors and the piece of hair like she was trying to solve some sort mystery.

“Pater,” she asked quietly, lifting the strand a little higher for him to see, “why it do that?”

[that-roman-arsonist]

"It's sharp, baby, that's why it does that." He put the scissors on the desk where Lune couldn't reach them anymore before assessing the damage to her hair. It was... bad. Not extremely bad, but bad nonetheless. He needed to find a way to salvage it, and fast. He's never done a girl's hair, never did much of anything in his life, really. But it can't be that difficult, right? He just needs to make the cut piece not stand out as much. "Come on, let's go give you a haircut."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune lifted her arms up to the man. “Up up” lune mumbled quietly. She started to stand up. She missed her pater so much. Lune grabbed her bow before she stood up. “Pater” lune grabbed onto his pant leg when she stood up fully.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Open starter!

Lune’s hair had grown astonishingly long over the past year, thick curls cascading all the way down to the backs of her thighs. The dark strands bounced with every little movement she made as she sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scraps of colored paper, glitter, and half-finished arts and crafts projects. A pair of scissors rested loosely in her hand while she focused on cutting shapes from construction paper.

Then her attention drifted.

Slowly, her gaze shifted from the scissors to the heavy curtain of curls pooled beside her. The scissors paused midair. A curious expression crossed her face, eyes narrowing slightly as though some dangerous little idea had just sparked to life in her head. She lifted a thick lock of hair between her fingers, studying it carefully. For a moment, she hesitated.

Snip.

The sound was soft but unmistakable. A large curl slipped free and fluttered into her lap, while the shortened strand sprang upward unevenly. Lune stared at the chunk of hair she’d cut off, almost fascinated by what she’d done.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Nero's been busy with a lot of things recently. He hadn't talked to the kids in... a little bit, and he felt bad about it. He didn't know why that was, after all, he was supposed to be this cruel and merciless man, and now he's feeling bad because he hasn't talked to the kids that calll him papa? Weird. But alright. He made his way over to the room Lune was staying in, just in time to see her cut her hair. He stood frozen in the door for a moment, before rushing up to the girl and grabbing the scissors from her hand. "Good gods, kid- be careful with those."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune looked up at Nero with wide, curious eyes, her head tilting slightly to the side as soft curls framed her face, a few pieces of hair stuck straight up from where she cut it. It was very noticeable. Tiny fingers held up the strand she’d just cut, the severed lock dangling between them as she examined it with complete fascination rather than guilt. Her brows furrowed in concentration, staring between the scissors and the piece of hair like she was trying to solve some sort mystery.

“Pater,” she asked quietly, lifting the strand a little higher for him to see, “why it do that?”

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Open starter!

Lune’s hair had grown astonishingly long over the past year, thick curls cascading all the way down to the backs of her thighs. The dark strands bounced with every little movement she made as she sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scraps of colored paper, glitter, and half-finished arts and crafts projects. A pair of scissors rested loosely in her hand while she focused on cutting shapes from construction paper.

Then her attention drifted.

Slowly, her gaze shifted from the scissors to the heavy curtain of curls pooled beside her. The scissors paused midair. A curious expression crossed her face, eyes narrowing slightly as though some dangerous little idea had just sparked to life in her head. She lifted a thick lock of hair between her fingers, studying it carefully. For a moment, she hesitated.

Snip.

The sound was soft but unmistakable. A large curl slipped free and fluttered into her lap, while the shortened strand sprang upward unevenly. Lune stared at the chunk of hair she’d cut off, almost fascinated by what she’d done.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Lune thought it would be a fantastic idea to jump in the white stuff (snow) outside. Poor girl came in shivering and soaked. Lune went to Nero’s office and knocked on the door “P-pater” lune shivered and stared at the door. Her body shivered as she hugged herself trying to keep warm

@pleasedonttouch-me

Nero was working, as he does, when he heard a knock on his door and a small voice calling out to what he could only assume was him, and he only knew one person who would call him 'pater'. He stood up and opened the door to see Lune, shivering and soaked from head to toe. "Oh, child..." The emperor leaned down and picked her up, bringing her to the bathroom and giving her a towel there to help her get dry again.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune hugged the Emperors legs as she was given the towel. She sniffled because her nose was running from being so cold. Lune nuzzled her face into his leg. “Pater it’s so cold..” lune shivered.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"I know." He kneeled next to the girl, rubbing her with the towel to at least try and get her to stop shivering. "I'll get you some new clothes so we can wash these. There's blankets in your room, we'll go there once you're dry."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lunes little cheeks were rosey red from the cold. Her poor lips a soft shade of blue. Lunes hair poofed up slightly as he dried her hair. Her little curls now more prominent as her hair had gotten longer. Lune sneezed “ok” lune said softly

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Dry yourself off." Nero said as he stood up and walked to Lune's room, to pick out some new clothes for her. He grabbed some warm fuzzy pants, and a sweater, then headed back to the bathroom and watched the little girl. "Once you're dry, put these on. Then we'll get you under a blanket."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune nodded, she took the clothes from Nero and took her shirt off. There was a tattoo on her shoulder blade. The tattoo stated ‘099_003’. Lune shivered as she put the sweater on.

[that-roman-arsonist]

The emperor stared at Lune's shoulder blade for a moment. If he knew one thing, it was that you shouldn't brand children with tattoos. He knelt down and pointed to the girl's shoulder blade. "What was that?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“What’s what?” Lune asked, she tried to look at her back. “Are you talking about the tattoo?” Lune asked confused until it clicked “Oh! The misters and misses give us a number! I’m number 3 of the satans children” lune had never been told hades name always what they called him.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Yes, I'm talking about the tattoo..." Nero stared at the child, not entirely knowing how to react. Even he didn't do that- and gods, he'd never even think of doing it. "Why would they need to imprint it into your skin..?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“So they know how dangerous I am. Zeno has one too” lune looked up at Nero. She then put the fuzzy pants on. “And so they can identify us quickly incase we try to kill ourselves or if they take it to far” lune hugged Nero’s leg

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Dear gods..." He let her hug his leg as he thought. What kind of place would do that to children? What kind of place would tell them that? He picked Lune up and carried her to her room, where he placed her on the bed and wrapped her in a blanket. "That's not a good or normal thing to tell children."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“Why?” Lune asked tilting her head. Her little brows furrowed in confusion. Lune held onto Nero’s arm.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Because it messes up their minds." And gods, he knew something about messing up people's minds. He sat down next to her, seeing her holding his arm as her needing him close.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune climbed into Nero’s lap and cuddled the man. “..your the best pater..” lune said softly. She looked up at Nero and smiled.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Nero made sure to bring the blanket with Lune, covering her again so she wouldn't be cold. "I'm really not, but whatever you'd like to think, I suppose." He rubbed the littke girls back, letting her rest against him.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“Thank you for not giving us back..” Lune said sleepily. She yawned and leaned her head on his chest. Her little hand gripped his shirt as if scared he’d leave if she fell asleep.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Lune thought it would be a fantastic idea to jump in the white stuff (snow) outside. Poor girl came in shivering and soaked. Lune went to Nero’s office and knocked on the door “P-pater” lune shivered and stared at the door. Her body shivered as she hugged herself trying to keep warm

@pleasedonttouch-me

Nero was working, as he does, when he heard a knock on his door and a small voice calling out to what he could only assume was him, and he only knew one person who would call him 'pater'. He stood up and opened the door to see Lune, shivering and soaked from head to toe. "Oh, child..." The emperor leaned down and picked her up, bringing her to the bathroom and giving her a towel there to help her get dry again.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune hugged the Emperors legs as she was given the towel. She sniffled because her nose was running from being so cold. Lune nuzzled her face into his leg. “Pater it’s so cold..” lune shivered.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"I know." He kneeled next to the girl, rubbing her with the towel to at least try and get her to stop shivering. "I'll get you some new clothes so we can wash these. There's blankets in your room, we'll go there once you're dry."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lunes little cheeks were rosey red from the cold. Her poor lips a soft shade of blue. Lunes hair poofed up slightly as he dried her hair. Her little curls now more prominent as her hair had gotten longer. Lune sneezed “ok” lune said softly

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Dry yourself off." Nero said as he stood up and walked to Lune's room, to pick out some new clothes for her. He grabbed some warm fuzzy pants, and a sweater, then headed back to the bathroom and watched the little girl. "Once you're dry, put these on. Then we'll get you under a blanket."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune nodded, she took the clothes from Nero and took her shirt off. There was a tattoo on her shoulder blade. The tattoo stated ‘099_003’. Lune shivered as she put the sweater on.

[that-roman-arsonist]

The emperor stared at Lune's shoulder blade for a moment. If he knew one thing, it was that you shouldn't brand children with tattoos. He knelt down and pointed to the girl's shoulder blade. "What was that?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“What’s what?” Lune asked, she tried to look at her back. “Are you talking about the tattoo?” Lune asked confused until it clicked “Oh! The misters and misses give us a number! I’m number 3 of the satans children” lune had never been told hades name always what they called him.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Yes, I'm talking about the tattoo..." Nero stared at the child, not entirely knowing how to react. Even he didn't do that- and gods, he'd never even think of doing it. "Why would they need to imprint it into your skin..?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“So they know how dangerous I am. Zeno has one too” lune looked up at Nero. She then put the fuzzy pants on. “And so they can identify us quickly incase we try to kill ourselves or if they take it to far” lune hugged Nero’s leg

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Dear gods..." He let her hug his leg as he thought. What kind of place would do that to children? What kind of place would tell them that? He picked Lune up and carried her to her room, where he placed her on the bed and wrapped her in a blanket. "That's not a good or normal thing to tell children."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“Why?” Lune asked tilting her head. Her little brows furrowed in confusion. Lune held onto Nero’s arm.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Because it messes up their minds." And gods, he knew something about messing up people's minds. He sat down next to her, seeing her holding his arm as her needing him close.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune climbed into Nero’s lap and cuddled the man. “..your the best pater..” lune said softly. She looked up at Nero and smiled.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Lune thought it would be a fantastic idea to jump in the white stuff (snow) outside. Poor girl came in shivering and soaked. Lune went to Nero’s office and knocked on the door “P-pater” lune shivered and stared at the door. Her body shivered as she hugged herself trying to keep warm

@pleasedonttouch-me

Nero was working, as he does, when he heard a knock on his door and a small voice calling out to what he could only assume was him, and he only knew one person who would call him 'pater'. He stood up and opened the door to see Lune, shivering and soaked from head to toe. "Oh, child..." The emperor leaned down and picked her up, bringing her to the bathroom and giving her a towel there to help her get dry again.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune hugged the Emperors legs as she was given the towel. She sniffled because her nose was running from being so cold. Lune nuzzled her face into his leg. “Pater it’s so cold..” lune shivered.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"I know." He kneeled next to the girl, rubbing her with the towel to at least try and get her to stop shivering. "I'll get you some new clothes so we can wash these. There's blankets in your room, we'll go there once you're dry."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lunes little cheeks were rosey red from the cold. Her poor lips a soft shade of blue. Lunes hair poofed up slightly as he dried her hair. Her little curls now more prominent as her hair had gotten longer. Lune sneezed “ok” lune said softly

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Dry yourself off." Nero said as he stood up and walked to Lune's room, to pick out some new clothes for her. He grabbed some warm fuzzy pants, and a sweater, then headed back to the bathroom and watched the little girl. "Once you're dry, put these on. Then we'll get you under a blanket."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune nodded, she took the clothes from Nero and took her shirt off. There was a tattoo on her shoulder blade. The tattoo stated ‘099_003’. Lune shivered as she put the sweater on.

[that-roman-arsonist]

The emperor stared at Lune's shoulder blade for a moment. If he knew one thing, it was that you shouldn't brand children with tattoos. He knelt down and pointed to the girl's shoulder blade. "What was that?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“What’s what?” Lune asked, she tried to look at her back. “Are you talking about the tattoo?” Lune asked confused until it clicked “Oh! The misters and misses give us a number! I’m number 3 of the satans children” lune had never been told hades name always what they called him.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Yes, I'm talking about the tattoo..." Nero stared at the child, not entirely knowing how to react. Even he didn't do that- and gods, he'd never even think of doing it. "Why would they need to imprint it into your skin..?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“So they know how dangerous I am. Zeno has one too” lune looked up at Nero. She then put the fuzzy pants on. “And so they can identify us quickly incase we try to kill ourselves or if they take it to far” lune hugged Nero’s leg

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Dear gods..." He let her hug his leg as he thought. What kind of place would do that to children? What kind of place would tell them that? He picked Lune up and carried her to her room, where he placed her on the bed and wrapped her in a blanket. "That's not a good or normal thing to tell children."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“Why?” Lune asked tilting her head. Her little brows furrowed in confusion. Lune held onto Nero’s arm.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Lune thought it would be a fantastic idea to jump in the white stuff (snow) outside. Poor girl came in shivering and soaked. Lune went to Nero’s office and knocked on the door “P-pater” lune shivered and stared at the door. Her body shivered as she hugged herself trying to keep warm

@pleasedonttouch-me

Nero was working, as he does, when he heard a knock on his door and a small voice calling out to what he could only assume was him, and he only knew one person who would call him 'pater'. He stood up and opened the door to see Lune, shivering and soaked from head to toe. "Oh, child..." The emperor leaned down and picked her up, bringing her to the bathroom and giving her a towel there to help her get dry again.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune hugged the Emperors legs as she was given the towel. She sniffled because her nose was running from being so cold. Lune nuzzled her face into his leg. “Pater it’s so cold..” lune shivered.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"I know." He kneeled next to the girl, rubbing her with the towel to at least try and get her to stop shivering. "I'll get you some new clothes so we can wash these. There's blankets in your room, we'll go there once you're dry."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lunes little cheeks were rosey red from the cold. Her poor lips a soft shade of blue. Lunes hair poofed up slightly as he dried her hair. Her little curls now more prominent as her hair had gotten longer. Lune sneezed “ok” lune said softly

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Dry yourself off." Nero said as he stood up and walked to Lune's room, to pick out some new clothes for her. He grabbed some warm fuzzy pants, and a sweater, then headed back to the bathroom and watched the little girl. "Once you're dry, put these on. Then we'll get you under a blanket."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune nodded, she took the clothes from Nero and took her shirt off. There was a tattoo on her shoulder blade. The tattoo stated ‘099_003’. Lune shivered as she put the sweater on.

[that-roman-arsonist]

The emperor stared at Lune's shoulder blade for a moment. If he knew one thing, it was that you shouldn't brand children with tattoos. He knelt down and pointed to the girl's shoulder blade. "What was that?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“What’s what?” Lune asked, she tried to look at her back. “Are you talking about the tattoo?” Lune asked confused until it clicked “Oh! The misters and misses give us a number! I’m number 3 of the satans children” lune had never been told hades name always what they called him.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Yes, I'm talking about the tattoo..." Nero stared at the child, not entirely knowing how to react. Even he didn't do that- and gods, he'd never even think of doing it. "Why would they need to imprint it into your skin..?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“So they know how dangerous I am. Zeno has one too” lune looked up at Nero. She then put the fuzzy pants on. “And so they can identify us quickly incase we try to kill ourselves or if they take it to far” lune hugged Nero’s leg

[that-roman-arsonist]

Lune thought it would be a fantastic idea to jump in the white stuff (snow) outside. Poor girl came in shivering and soaked. Lune went to Nero’s office and knocked on the door “P-pater” lune shivered and stared at the door. Her body shivered as she hugged herself trying to keep warm

@pleasedonttouch-me

Nero was working, as he does, when he heard a knock on his door and a small voice calling out to what he could only assume was him, and he only knew one person who would call him 'pater'. He stood up and opened the door to see Lune, shivering and soaked from head to toe. "Oh, child..." The emperor leaned down and picked her up, bringing her to the bathroom and giving her a towel there to help her get dry again.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune hugged the Emperors legs as she was given the towel. She sniffled because her nose was running from being so cold. Lune nuzzled her face into his leg. “Pater it’s so cold..” lune shivered.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"I know." He kneeled next to the girl, rubbing her with the towel to at least try and get her to stop shivering. "I'll get you some new clothes so we can wash these. There's blankets in your room, we'll go there once you're dry."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lunes little cheeks were rosey red from the cold. Her poor lips a soft shade of blue. Lunes hair poofed up slightly as he dried her hair. Her little curls now more prominent as her hair had gotten longer. Lune sneezed “ok” lune said softly

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Dry yourself off." Nero said as he stood up and walked to Lune's room, to pick out some new clothes for her. He grabbed some warm fuzzy pants, and a sweater, then headed back to the bathroom and watched the little girl. "Once you're dry, put these on. Then we'll get you under a blanket."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune nodded, she took the clothes from Nero and took her shirt off. There was a tattoo on her shoulder blade. The tattoo stated ‘099_003’. Lune shivered as she put the sweater on.

[that-roman-arsonist]

The emperor stared at Lune's shoulder blade for a moment. If he knew one thing, it was that you shouldn't brand children with tattoos. He knelt down and pointed to the girl's shoulder blade. "What was that?"

[pleasedonttouch-me]

“What’s what?” Lune asked, she tried to look at her back. “Are you talking about the tattoo?” Lune asked confused until it clicked “Oh! The misters and misses give us a number! I’m number 3 of the satans children” lune had never been told hades name always what they called him.

[that-roman-arsonist]

Lune thought it would be a fantastic idea to jump in the white stuff (snow) outside. Poor girl came in shivering and soaked. Lune went to Nero’s office and knocked on the door “P-pater” lune shivered and stared at the door. Her body shivered as she hugged herself trying to keep warm

@pleasedonttouch-me

Nero was working, as he does, when he heard a knock on his door and a small voice calling out to what he could only assume was him, and he only knew one person who would call him 'pater'. He stood up and opened the door to see Lune, shivering and soaked from head to toe. "Oh, child..." The emperor leaned down and picked her up, bringing her to the bathroom and giving her a towel there to help her get dry again.

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune hugged the Emperors legs as she was given the towel. She sniffled because her nose was running from being so cold. Lune nuzzled her face into his leg. “Pater it’s so cold..” lune shivered.

[that-roman-arsonist]

"I know." He kneeled next to the girl, rubbing her with the towel to at least try and get her to stop shivering. "I'll get you some new clothes so we can wash these. There's blankets in your room, we'll go there once you're dry."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lunes little cheeks were rosey red from the cold. Her poor lips a soft shade of blue. Lunes hair poofed up slightly as he dried her hair. Her little curls now more prominent as her hair had gotten longer. Lune sneezed “ok” lune said softly

[that-roman-arsonist]

"Dry yourself off." Nero said as he stood up and walked to Lune's room, to pick out some new clothes for her. He grabbed some warm fuzzy pants, and a sweater, then headed back to the bathroom and watched the little girl. "Once you're dry, put these on. Then we'll get you under a blanket."

[pleasedonttouch-me]

Lune nodded, she took the clothes from Nero and took her shirt off. There was a tattoo on her shoulder blade. The tattoo stated ‘099_003’. Lune shivered as she put the sweater on.