#oflaurelwreaths

[brokenbow]

“I would like to call to order the ‘Punch Eros’ club a few days early so that we can get our Valentine’s day schedule planned. I understand that you’ll want to spend at least some time with your significant others, so lets make sure everyone can get in one good roundhouse punch that day.”

[brokenbow]

“The Punch Cupid Club should get badges or something, so that when Cupid is nearby, we can all be summoned to that spot and punch him all at once.”

[colourphone-blog]

📱 - aaaand daphne just for fun?

goddess of rainbows, cellular data, and texting apps 

Text to: Literal Plant 

are there any nymphs for like, weed (Failed Delivery) 

cause i bet THEY’D be a party (Failed Delivery) 

are you mississippi bc youre the only miss i see wait shit thats wrong fuck undo siri undo this un-type undo (Failed Delivery) 

mississippi is hard to spell but tenesseeseesee is harder (Failed Delivery)

still waiting for an explanation for saying i’m “not as awful as the other gods” cause that indicates im still awful :^) explain :^) (Failed Delivery) 

i get that most of the other gods are awful. but there was no need to say that. (Delivered)

[brokenbow]

“I don’t believe that man’s ever been to medical school.” ~oflaurelwreaths

“Who, Asclepius? He’s one of mine. Medical schools take lessons from him.” Could Apollo sound prouder? Probably not.

[ilio-arma]

“Stay on the phone with me.” ~ oflaurelwreaths

@oflaurelwreaths

☼ “ I would not imagine that I would do anything more than spend time with my darling love. I have all of eternity to spend, and all with you. After all, my smile only reflects off of your glistening waters. Eyes crystalline, just as your chilled steams.”

[brokenbow]

Ѡ ~oflaurelwreaths

{text: my lady love} I always knew, but to have your beauty confirmed to me like this!!

{text: my lady love} are you busy later? ;3;

[ilio-arma]

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” ~oflaurelwreaths

Well…. @oflaurelwreaths

☼ “Though, Daphne, it also does not bode to think too far into the future and forget out past.” The god looked at his perfectly clean hands, normally bright eyes now dark. “I have killed thousands and made even more suffer. And while my hands are clean, they should be blood red and plague green. I have breathed sweet, purified, honey-scented air, and thick, choking air, and now I don’t feel a difference anymore.”

The blond shook his head, running his hands through his golden tresses. “The earth has changed, as have the mortals. Now they are uncaring, impure and I like all others are at fault, in some way, some form. I am not allowed to stop foreseen futures of the unfortunate. I am an all powerful god, a prince of all, and yet I cannot muster the courage to speak up against the things I am not allowed to do. Instead, I sit back like a coward, a sick man with a black heart.”

And yet his eyes were filling with salted tears. “I know how each mortal lives and dies and I cannot do a damned thing of it, Daphne. Do you not understand? I murder by mortal hands and I blow lies into large proportions, making humanity hell to endure. And yet what do I do each damned day? I raise the sun to the east and fall to the west, I create music and eloquent poems and yet day and day passes by with nothing more than being spoiled. Daphne, do you not think that such a responsibility on a God was meant on purpose? So father could see the same that he is, and shame it away?”

What was he doing. Talking to a naiad about his issues when she likely had plenty of her own. Having to listen to every given command given without a say. And even while he tried to be the best of them all, he couldn’t achieve it. Something always held him back. “While the water you flow is not the same with time passing, I always am just the same. I am cruel, sickening and heartbroken. And that’s all I can seem to be without putting on the happy facade I always have. And now I have made more of a mess just blabbering on about senseless things.”

[brokenbow]

Librarian! + 423 (maybe for oflaurelwreaths?)

“In an instant, I could have achieved what I had wanted so much. I could have smiled as I had at Eamonn, and bid him shut his eyes, and kissed him in the way that Grandmother had taught me, a way that made a man burn for a woman, so that he would do anything to have her. ... But I could not do it; not even for that.”  -- Child of the Prophecy, by Juliet Marillier

Daphne was right there in front of him. Every particle of Apollo’s being longed to reach out and hold her, to kiss her and make her his. But that would make her hate him, hate him even more then what Eros’ black arrows had done, if that were possible.

Apollo didnt just want her. He wanted her love, and that was not the way of going about getting it.

“I love you,” he said softly, making sure to put as much aching longing into his voice. “I wish that you would let me prove it to you.”