#prxmoiros

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THE CHILDREN OF KING ARTHUR 

loved by: emily, katie, darks & pippa

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@prxmoiros​      ||     the end of an era,     the start of an age

__________ ☩     HE FEELS EXPOSED IN HER HALLS.     she stands before him with hardly a thing changed.     if he hadn’t known better,      he would have thought time had     STOPPED     the last he left her.     but he knows,      things   will   never  be   the   same.     he has tracked her to this     ...     isle   of   tears.     a      STRANGE     place to be sure  &&  yet,     despite the pulsing of magic  ??     energy   ??     he wasn’t quite sure what the place radiated,      but it left his head feeling clearer.       as   if   he   had   just   awoken   from   terrible   dream.

☩__________ HE KNOWS WHAT ARTHUR HAS ORDERED HIM TO DO.     it is his     sworn   duty     to give his life in service of his king,     even when that means implementing the king’s justice on his once     wife.     he had loved her     (     not  the  way  she  had  desired,     tis   true,      but   he   had   loved   her   the  best   he   knew   how     )     yet there is something that leaves a     BITTER     taste in his mouth that of all the knights in camelot,     arthur chose to send his     knight   of   sorrows.     it is a test of     LOYALTY,     he supposes.

__________ ☩     HIS ORDERS CAN WAIT,    HE NEEDS ANSWERS.     he finds for the first time in     ...     well,      years,      that his thoughts are not consumed by one person alone.     a   beloved   who   shares   a   name   with   the   woman   before   him     ❛   what has your island done to me   ??  ❜

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the  overconfidence  that  stems  from  the  safety  net  that  is  his  older  brother  may  very  well  be  what  gets  thor  killed,   but  for  now,   he  is entirely  in  one  piece  as  he  falls  into  step  beside  tyr.   blood  stains  his  cloak,   though  whether  it  is  thor’s  or  his  prey’s,   the  young  god  does  not  know.   he’s  too  high  on  the  thrill  of  his  most  recent  adventure  to  feel  any  of  the  wounds  he  bears,   joy  not  even  dampened  by  his  brother’s  sudden  arrival.  ❛   i  had  it  under  control,   tyr.   did  father  send  you  to  come  rescue  me?   ❜      //    @prxmoiros​

[cecaeliana]

@prxmoiros​ wanted a tfln for evie 

[ sms ; evie ] There is a such thing as a wonderpuss octopus. Officially my new favorite animal.

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         ‘ lady elaine? ‘ their meeting had been brief, while he’d been shut away during his recovery. her company had been pleasant, but he’d certainly never imagined he would encounter her again. he had no wish to return to the convent he’d recovered at, and she’d given no indication that she had any desire to visit camelot. ‘ i didn’t imagine i would see you here. ‘

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@prxmoiros​ wanted ben !! 

      “ evie, can we- i mean, i need to talk to you. if you have a minute. ” it’s been a gruelling day, he’s had a particularly nasty conversation with mal (time to finally fess up the truth) and he’s looking to continue that streak by telling evie too. assuming mal hasn’t got there first. 

[brokenbow]

*cracks knuckles* Headcanon time: Apollo still hears Daphne's screams in his head. He can still hear the crack against Hyacinth's skull. He can hear Cassandra's words ricochet off of others- all these moments are ghosts on his person, weights of love lost and lust assaulted. These memories are always with him, in waking and in sleeping, like a mantle of regrets.

Yes, this is absolutely true. Apollo cannot forget about any of his past lovers, and he wouldnt want to even if he could.

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@prxmoiros a ajouté votre billet à ses coups de cœur: i was gonna sign off to work on papers but i lied...

     There was a strangeness in being a messenger goddess. Each of the Olympians and even the minor gods could not trespass into each other’s realm without the proper permission-- Zeus could not simply trek into the ocean as he so wished, for that was Poseidon’s home, and it would be extremely disrespectful. But Iris Thaumantias, who had naught but the nothing place in between the sky and the sea, could go anywhere with her messenger’s staff. She could drop into the sea without a second glance from Poseidon, reach into the height of Uranos, and indeed, even visit the Underworld as she pleased. Or, more likely, as her job entailed. 

      “Lord Hades,” She awkwardly curtsied, crossing her ankles. In the darkness of the Underworld, the brilliance of color that burst from her flesh seemed extremely out of place. Every part of her screamed that she was a goddess of light, and thus was far removed from this place-- the golden kerykion, the hair woven of pure sunshine, the hues that danced upon her skin. 

      “I have some letters for you,” She fidgeted, having trouble staying still even in situations where she’d decided being formal was better. “Normally, I know I just drop off your mail at the front, but Lord Zeus was like, these are pretty important, Iris, you better not lose these, ‘nd I was like, dude, when did I last lose a letter, so he was like, I dunno, but you better not lose these, you better just give it to him directly, ‘nd I was like-- I mean. They’re important. Here you go.” 

       Each word was shot out rapid-fire like a machine gun, and she grinned apologetically as she held out a small stack of parchment and envelopes to the god.