ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ: ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.
ᴘʀɪᴍᴏʀᴅɪᴀʟᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ
The white haired goddess stared at the other god without a word spoken. Instead, thoughts rushed in her mind of what to say. How could Artemis do this, day in and day out? Just an awkward, stoic stare was there; she seemed somewhat mindless.
Bright blue eyes just found their way onto the god, and they followed if he made movement.










