Don't play with ice, little ones.

Lady Khione of the ice. I've found my way into this small domain, Father called it a 'blog'. If you do have any questions, do ask. I've got lots of time to spare, but do rush for me. I'm not getting any younger, nor is the ice melting any faster. [An independent RP blog for Khione, Greek goddess of snow. If you need to track us, you can use the link thesnowmaiden. We're open to crossovers, we reply to threads and such, and if you have any questions, our ask box is open! Also, as a footnote, none of the GIFs belong to us unless specifically stated. If you'd like a GIF removed, please just leave us a note in out inbox.] {Face Claim: Jessica Stam} M!A: None

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      ➳ "Of course I’m willing to help. Assuming           it’s… my expertise?” He cocked a curious           eyebrow at her, then turned to shove all           the jars into his messenger bag and           slide cash to the girl behind the counter.           Tugging Khione along by her hand, they           ended up outside again, where Stan took           a deep haul of air as if he’d been holding           his breath. “God, I always hate the scent           of disinfectant… So, what can I do for you?           The payment will be… well, sort of taken           while we’re at it. Don’t worry about it.           It’ll help you sleep anyway.”

She smiled widely, following him as he had her hand in his grip. "Disinfectant's so unnecessary, and they overload it in those stores." she nodded in agreement, wondering where they were going. But she remembered where they were.

"Don't worry- it's something I'm sure, that you're the only one who can help with. And if I had to be honest, you're the only one I'd approach." she mumbled, eyes trained on his lips. She needed help sleeping, she needed this, she needed, and she just neeed something to rub out the tension before spring begun. "If I could ask, where are we headed?"

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The Girl that went to War||Khione + Lou||

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  "Actually, yeah," Lou Ellen managed to dodge the spear at the last possible second. If she’d been any slower (which could’ve been a real, proper, possibility) she would’ve been toast.

A demi-pancake, as it were.

But she was not dying. Not here; not now. Lou Ellen squared her shoulders and geared up some more, about ready to try and cast a hex on Khione.

"Bein’ normal is overrated. Tha’s also exactly why people don’t worship ya anymore.”

The blonde paused.

"—We never were friends, love. Friends don’t lie t’ each other. They’ve got each other’s back. Can’t say tha’ y’had mine as I had yers."

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Khione cursed as the spear missed, but made another swing, aiming for a slash, to draw some blood or to tear a bit of skin off with it. So if it was a dance she wanted. Lou asked, and she would receive.

But as the hex came, instinctively, she used her spear to block it. And it melted into water, right in her grip. That spear was made out of nevermeltice, snow forged with her aura, promised to never melt. Of course. Lou's hex. Her hands were glowing again. She'd have to dodge instead of blocking.

"They don't worship me because they made the mistake of choosing to forget. You, on the other hand, oh,  how does it feel, knowing you'll die at my hand, forgotten, a wisp in my father's winds?" she hissed, preparing an icy blast.

"Your definition of 'friend' is very different from mine."

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The Girl that went to War||Khione + Lou||

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  "Aye," was the only thing she was willing to say. "Tha’ I do. Luckily, me mother came back. Can’t say the same fer yer old man though,” Lou Ellen spat in return.

Whoops.

Let the insult battle begin.

Lou Ellen looked the goddess in the eyes, gearing up as well. “—As will I, ice bitch. Tell me, d’ya go ‘round lyin’ t’ yer family ‘s well? Or is tha’ special privilige only fer yer friends?”

Yeah she wasn’t over that.

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The comment about Boreas made Khione grip her spear even more tightly, so tightly that she wouldn't have been surprised if it broke in her grip. But she wouldn't return it. Perhaps because she wouldn't know what dignity she would lose if she lost her composure.

"Do you go around taking pride in being an anomaly and social pariah? I refuse to believe we were friends." she said icily, before attacking, jabbing her spear at Lou Ellen- aiming for her neck.

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manipulativelittleshit started shivering

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"Oh I can imagine, truly," Loki offered her his glove, "You would prefer to use these. I am sure they can keep you warmer than yours." Eyes gleaming with delight and curiosity, he love watching his possible victim wasting an amount to re-evaluate the situation. The Trickster used to almost every reactions towards his unusual change of behaviours, yet he was willing to waste more time with this lady. Curiosity got the best of him.

"So, how long have you been its guardian?"

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She rubbed her hands. She did need new gloves, and this was a rather warm gesture. She smiled thinly, taking a glove. Not that she needed them for warmth- they did look rather flattering on her. She slid them on, fascinated- nearly forgetting about the god in front of her.

But she looked up, to answer his question. Right. He was there.

"As soon as the first snow fell. A little young compared to the other gods, really." she paused, to admire the glove on her hand. It really was fitting. "How long have you walked the earth, jotunn?" she asked.

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"htaW ddO YY OU mnean wnin t er's nrear yl ov er?" Khione yelled into the phone, cradling it and sobbing wildly, a bottle of alcohol clutched in her other hand. Her speech was slurred, and although she doubted anyone could understand her with ease, she couldn't help being noisy and loud whenever she was drunk. It was an unprofessional and crude way of dealing with her loss, especially when it happened every year, but it got the job done.

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"Aphrodite." Khione crooned, turning around to see the Olympian goddess of beauty and love. To Khione, snow and love had nearly nothing in common, even if one looked closely, but Khione admired beauty all the same. "What brings you to the end of winter?"

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The Girl that went to War||Khione + Lou||

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Of course Lou Ellen wasn’t going to take her on for size; she could not. She was not strong enough for that. No, Lou’s task was clear: she only had to distract Khione.

And if she had to do that by exchanging insults and blows, then so be it.

"I have prayed t’ her, yes. I s’pose ya have prayed t’ yer dearest father—bless his soul—t’ look out fer his beloved daughter when she falls in battle?”

The sarcastic, unhinged, ‘devil may care’ grin on Lou’s face wasn’t the one she sported a lot. The magic in the air was very nearly visible, nearly tangible and Lou Ellen had certainly forgotten her previous ties with Khione. “Well then, m’lady, shall we dance?” 

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The demigod's magic was certainly thick in the air, so that was something Khione would have to take care of. It left a sour taste in her mouth. She growled at the remark with her father, and Lou Ellen's grin only infuriated her. Was that how it would be now, then?

"What luck do I need from neglecting parents, demigod- you'd know something about that." She spat back, drawing back her left palm to prepare a beam of ice to hurl at her.

She may have felt a heartstring tugged at Lou Ellen's use of her title. It brought fresh memories, back when they hadn't had this in the way. Well. Khione wouldn't make the same mistake again. "I hope you know I'll enjoy this, snowflake."

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The Girl that went to War||Khione + Lou||

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To some degree, Lou Ellen was afraid, but she had to forsake that fear and find her inner courage. Wars were not won by weaklings, by flotsam. She took a deep breath in through her nose and breathed out through her mouth.

Clarisse’s voice reached her ears: “Can you take care of the ice bitch, Hewitt? Distract her.”

"Aye," Lou responded, all traces of snetimentality gone. "I can an’ will."

The temperature dropped by several degrees because of Khione’s fury. That was annoying, but it didn’t bother her much. The magic inside of her kept her warm enough.

Lou Ellen called forth her own weapon; her magic. She had a dagger, but she’d use that if push came to shove (and she’d be all out of juice). With a yell, the opposing group—Lou Ellen included—charged forward to meet Gaea’s army. 

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The two opposing sides clashed, and Khione fell upon the demigod, spear forward, aimed for her chest. Stress had worn her, and she looked much more different than when they'd first met. But khione was certain on one fact- Lou Ellen was hardened for battle. What a fight this could end up to be.

"Taking on a goddess? I hope you've prayed to your mother to deliver you, demigod, this is folly." Khione snarled, disappointed that she'd missed her spot. She gripped her spear again.

It was as if she'd forgotten who Lou Ellen was. She hadn't, really, but if Lou was going to be involved in this war, then Khione would have no qualms with showing the Hecatean demigod a true absolute zero.

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The Girl that went to War||Khione + Lou||

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She’d send up a prayer to Hekate, to help and guide her through this. As Khione and the whole lot drew closer, Lou’s eyes found hers. Her easy going smile had vanished hours ago and now there was only ire.

Because this was the woman who had  B E T R A Y E D  her. Who had fed her nothing but  L I E S. 

The little blonde locked eyes with her loved ones (for as far as she could see them) one last time before training her blue eyes on the snow maiden once more.

"—Let the games…begin," She’d whispered, more to herself than to others.

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Lou's eyes were trained on her. The snow queen stared back, daring her to avert her gaze first. Khione would've shivered, had she been intimidated- but she was not. This was a demigod who would die on the battlefield. She had to be nothing more than that. Sentimentality be damned, if Knione didn't take Lou out first, then the battlefield would be uneven.

She looked at one of the Laistrygonians, back at Lou, then back at him, the message clear. The Hecatean demigod's blood would be hers. Khione gripped her spear, stopping, and putting a halt to the slow march. For a second, for a minute.

"For Gaea. For Gaea!" Khione whispered, then roared, charging, headfirst, icicle spear kept in front of her, and the temperature dropped several degrees, in her cold, cold fury.

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The Girl that went to War||Khione + Lou||

This was it.

It was time.

The last hour was upon them.

Gaea’s forces rose and now the Greeks and the Romans had to work together to stop them.

Lou was frightened, afraid, yes, but it was also something she’d trained for. Days, weeks, months, years. It all came down to this. And besides, should she die tonight, her only wish would be that her friends and family’d be save from harm.

What shocked her still was that when the conch horn sounded (and everyone took in their positions) it was one goddess that could be clearly discerned from the rest as they approached.

—The goddess whom Lou Ellen had once thought of as a friend.

Boreas’ daughter, the goddess of ice and snow:

K H I O N E 

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Khione only thought it fair to stand at the front line of war, visible before the rest (where she could pick anyone, and where demigods would die), donned in blue armor with runic patterns, as Gaea's lieutenant, second only to the Titan herself. She smiled, proud of herself, proud of everything.

But priorities, priorities. She was at the front line for a reason. For fresh kills, to pick any demigod who could think they could escape from her. Her eyes scanned the crowd standing opposite, but her eyes locked on one target. Friend. Target.

Lou Ellen had found her way in battle too. Khione faltered, smile dropping, grip on her icicle spear fumbling, but she gathered herself again- but it was too late. The conch had gone off, in her moment of weakness.

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"Nah, ‘m under m’own," She replied. What good was camp’s protection? She stood under her own protection for sixteen years, and would continue to do so until she died.

"Wha’ o’ it? Afraid something might jus’ happen after all? Have no fear, m’lady,” Lou’s happy-go-lucky tone changed into one of steel. “I can hold me own.”

She sighed and closed her eyes, invisioning the place where they’d met. And with a rather loud CRACK! they were gone once more.

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Khione landed on the ground, more prepared this time, but there was a nasty taste in her mouth, one that wasn't from Apparating. It wasn't confusion either, but guilt. Perhaps guilt. It could've been something else. She fixed herself up, dusting off her dress.

"I just need to know that you'll hold your own. That's all I need to know, Lou." she said to Lou Ellen, standing up and walking away. Just like that. She would walk away, before Gaea could see what they were doing. What was she thinking? Befriending a demigod from the Camp? Pretending the War wasn't around?

Khione opened her mouth to say something, to ask Lou if the rest of her sons and daughters would be alright. Her own children...but the snow goddess only formed a small snowball in her hand, while she was walking away, and when she was at a good distance, she turned around, and tossed the snowball into Lou Ellen's grip. "Nevermeltice." She called out, before truly leaving. A snowball that would never melt.

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      ➳ As soon as he heard the voice he looked up.           His hair was a curly mess, eyes hidden behind           glasses and dressed in jeans and a checkered           shirt. If he didn’t have that aura about him,           that sense of promise and pleasure, he would           have just been any ordinary guy. "Oh, sorry,           I’m… Ehm… Yeah, fetching my medication.           What can I help you with?” He hid quite the           stash of little jars on the counter behind           him, giving her a bright smile. "How           may I be of service, ice queen?”

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Her eyes flicked to the medication, but her gaze flickered back to his eyes, smiling back, feeling his aura permeate her senses. She took a shallow breath, allowing a moment to compose herself.

"Winter's approaching its end, and I have a few needs to quell, before Persephone presents itself. I was wondering if I could, well, ask you to help me with that. Whatever you ask for in payment, I'm sure I can return it." she continued, shifting from one leg to another.

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"How big are those birds?" Lou Ellen idly wiggled with her fingers, making some of the snow flurry upwards by her magic. The blonde looked up at the sky and her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug.

"I s’pose. Lest something happens t’ me. We don’t want ‘em birds  t’ drop outta the sky an’ we are standing next t’ the crib o’ where ‘em blizzards are made so…”

If Khione’s loyalty really did lie with the other side, the side of Gaea, then this would, probably, be the last time they’d see each other. And if they were to see each other again, Lou mused, it’d be on the battlefield.

"—Ready, m’lady?" She arched an eyebrow.

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"The birds? Can't remember. Some things are trivial to me, and the flight of late birds are among them." she replied, turning to the side, looking away. She had to look away.

"Nothing can happen to you, I'm sure." she half-hoped, half-assumed. "You are under the Camp's protection, are you not?"

She burned, bristling with frustration at Lou Ellen's smart remark. Silence her, a nearly drunken thought in anger peaked, but she quelled it. Nothing to be revealed, nothing to show.

"Ready, Lou." she said, prepared for the roller-coaster-esque hurl of the Apparating, putting a tentative hand on her shoulder.

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Winter was leaving. And she would be going with it. And it was natural that she'd had the idea of having a little fun before stowing herself away and becoming half as active as she was at the moment, for the next six months.

It wasn't that this felt wrong, it was that this was her first time asking for it so casually from another person, or in this case, another being. She had lived for as long as the first snow fell, and feeling clumsy was a foreign emotion. But there was nothing telling her to turn back.

She approached the incubus from behind, hesitant at first, and the room's temperature dropped by a few degrees, before she spoke up.

"Konstantin? I think I must ask a favor from you."

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