@mintynaiad || Perma Starter Call;
✾ - “ Who are you exactly? Something sweet and delicate, I assume. ”
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@mintynaiad || Perma Starter Call;
✾ - “ Who are you exactly? Something sweet and delicate, I assume. ”
@mintynaiad is basking in the sun
The god turned his fair head, his hair was so bright it rivaled the sun in the light. He gazed a moment at the strange nymph, his fingers still pressed against the strings of his lyre. ‘Now that is a unique scent. Forgive me but I don’t know that I recognize you, I though I knew all the nymphs and spirits of the forest.’
"Darling, why do you take my photographs so often?" (craaaaaack XD )
@mintynaiad
“You look like someone I know. My apologies if I made you uncomfortable.”
mintynaiad Kos got home from a morning out with his father, he knocked on Rosemary's room door still with his more formal clothes from spending a morning with his father. He waited for her to open it anxiously.
Headcanon for Belen
Belen grew up among his family but as child he would always take his father's phone to facetime, that was how he met some of his father's acquaintances. His friends was mostly the mortals from school, his brother and sister, and the adults he bothered often. Menthe being one he was particularly fond of, it was a matter of time before he developed a friendship with Menthe's daughter, Rosemary, as well. She is one of his closest friends.
It was early, in a mix of night a day, the sky looked orange and lilac, the sounds in the woods were quiet but showing the wild was starting to rise. Artemis had her silver bow at ready, searching for her next pray, stags were rare but still there, she knew. The thrill of the hunt brought her elation, even if her choice now was to spare lives, mortals killed them mercilessly. Soon there would be nothing to hunt anymore. At the sound of steps, she turned pointing her arrow at the visitor, "you..." mintynaiad