#chat002

[mxgicks-blog]

“i will not pull a rabbit from a hat for you, dionysus.” // @aphrcdciac

[sxnlights-blog]

“you again.” apollo smiled. “by the way, i recall why i remembered you now. you were a medic. we share a common interest.” he rambled, slightly bleary from the wine. “though i’ll admit i may have had a... small part to play in your death. sorry. all is fair in love and war, right? half this house sided with troy. its damn cause is only a floor above us.” // @patroklcs

[discxrds-blog]

“the god of death can’t be alive.” eris tittered. “the idea goes against all things, right? we should test you. come here, i’ll cut your hand.” it wasn’t as if a little bloodspill would turn her stomach. // @thanesko

[the-clarkegriffin]

[Clarke was out of breath from running from the Grounder Camp. She had to stop. Her legs burned, her chest was heavy, and she couldn't move any further. But she couldn't stay out in the open. Hiding in a bush, she caught her breath. 

It was then she heard the familiar voice of Bellamy Blake. She breathed a sigh of relief. She found her way home. Carefully, she pulled herself towards his voice, peaking out from the bush.]