#mara othonos

[penelcpes]

for: @maraothonos​

She was in the city. There were few kobaloi that Penelope had aligned herself with throughout the years, but Mara was one that she remembered best— a girl with a chest full of fire, and a spirit that burned just as brightly. They were special, the children of Dionysus, and while he had turned his back upon them and offered them silence throughout the years, the rift was all but willing to give them shelter and a home, raising them until they were old enough to remember and ready to move on to whatever wickedness that they were bound to in this life. She had been stood in the window of Caffeine and Caffeine when she saw her pass, and was tempted to just let her go, to carry on with her life as it was— but her heart tugged and Penelope pushed past the doors, calling out. “Mara!”

[lennyromeijnders]

for: @maraothonos​ location: lenny’s apartment

“You look good like this,” Lenny cooed, reaching over to brush the tips of her fingers over the other woman’s swollen mouth, her own curving indulgently. Their third slumbered on, but she had woken tangled in limbs, her flaxen hair wild and loose around her shoulders, to find that Mara was awake as well. Sooty lashes swept up the other woman’s cheekbones as they found each other’s gaze and she was sleepy enough to laugh, a syrupy sort of sound, forcibly quieted to keep the other from stirring. “Do you like pillow talk, or should I let you sleep?” It was polite to ask, but in truth she was curious of the other, whose magic was something that she could feel, but didn’t quite understand or recognize.