ᅟᅟᅟ𝓹𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳

you fight like hell, not because you have to, but because it’s in your blood.

for me. But. . .” She wonders what it will take to mend things between them—if things can ever be what they once were. “I find you quite amazing, Prince.”

“ worse ? ” her eyes widen. “ zagreus, i don't want it to get worse ! me and zeus are going to get married ! it cannot— ” she shakes her head. no. she cannot accept it. “ no, i haven't been there. . . ”

it came as no great surprise to hades. he had heard whisperings of it for some time. and he’d seen a change in his son since iris had come into his life. perhaps something they were both capable of. “I suppose congratulations is in order. your mother will want to celebrate.”

melinoë where are you .ᐣ “i don't think i will.”

“we have been friends for a while now, prince zagreus ... if you want to be friends, i would love nothing more.”

startled by his comment, a soft pink blush dusts icarus' cheeks. when did he suggest such a thing .ᐣ.ᐟ “i ... no .ᐣ respectfully, prince zagreus, i have not mentioned anything about kissing her, nor ... nor harbouring any sorts of feelings for her ...”

she follows her brother without much complaints. though she is a little tired. “ i don't want this to go bad. . .i really wanted this to work out, but everyone seems to be against it. . . ” she sniffles

there was something in his son’s eyes, something he had seen before. that spark of rebellion, of daring, that foolishness… “I do hope you mean your sister.”