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@hadesbound

She eyes the little godling below her with nothing short of contempt , though there is an undercurrent of pain that only Zagreus would know how to read . ❛ You know , I can’t even trust myself anymore ... ❜

[traumeriinmoved]

@hadesbound liked this for a starter.

  ❝Which one do you like better?❞ Rosemary holds up two succulents. Both are shaped like flowers, but one is orange while the other is purple.

[megaerans]

[ LINGER ] :*

she   watches   as   zag   takes   her   hand   in   his   own   ,   lifting   it   to   his   lips   and   pressing   a   soft   kiss   to   her   knuckles   .   he   repeats   the   gesture,   again   and   again,   and   megaera   finds   herself   blushing   ,   a   deep   azure   crossing   her   features   .   what   game   is   he   playing   ?   if   it's   to   make   her   flustered   ,   he's   absolutely   succeeding   .  

❝   zagreus   ,   ❞   she   murmurs   ,   her   voice   a   soft   temptation   .   ❝   what   are   you   doing   ?   ❞

[cravesfreedom]

            ❛   so, how do i know that you’re the real deal ?   ❜    it’s not so much spoken with skepticism as it is with expressed concern  ---  she needs her to be the SOLUTION.  there’s a brief pause, but not long enough for lilith to answer, before waverly is tacking on another inquiry,    ❛   oh !  and do you accept checks ?  ---  i am paying you for this, right ?   ❜    what she doesn’t ask is  :  would putting her in danger cost EXTRA ?  ( @hadesbound ❤‘d ! )

[naturewiitch]

@hadesbound

Thank Gods. It’s finally the end of Daphne’s shift at the café; which means her mother has given her permission to go home after her begging for three hours. Her anxiety has been particularly bad today, and all she wants is to go home and curl up in her bed. She is about to put on Fındık’s leash when she spots a situation with the corner of her eye. Some creep is harassing a girl. At least that’s what it seems at first glance. Slowly, the redhead makes her way closer to the table. She sticks red locks behind her ear in an attempt to hear more clearly. How she wishes her father was around! Daphne has never been fond of confrontations but she knows she can’t leave without solving the problem. She is an adult, after all. She acts on instinct. 

“Sorry, I’m late honey.” She chirps as she brushes past the man and sits opposite the brunette. “Who is this?” A slender finger is pointing at the man, her face showing slight distaste at his presence hoping to make him leave. “Is he bothering you?”  Brown eyes find the other’s. Hopefully, the brunette will understand what Daphne is trying to achieve here.