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Realistic or Modern 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫










No matter the weather it was also common to see a certain legacy resting under one of the Sakura trees that decorated the quad. The warming magic that he had snagged from the infirmary kept him warm against the harsh cold of the island. There was a frown on his face. He had been visiting Valeria ever since she’d been placed in the infirmary. It came as no surprise to him that people were beginning to talk shit. He had knocked more than a couple of jaws loose over the course of a few days. Even though he had been hurt himself he couldn’t not defend one of his only friends on campus.

Ikenna could suddenly feel a annoyed presence in front of him. Like a lazy big cat he cracked his eyes open to gaze at the person before him. The woman met his gaze, her eyes burning with a fire that he recognized. Ikenna knew the legacy as Diamond, a water based legacy who he’d spend his nights with sometimes. His dark eyes traced her from head to toe before reaching her eyes. “Yeah?”

“Hey, they’re talking shit about your girl.”

It happened in a flash. His dark eyes began to shine with pure malice. The air around him seemed to grow even colder as pure negative energy began to ooze from him. His gaze locked with Diamond and a cruel smile formed on his lips. Ikenna licked his teeth, tasting the annoyance and indignation that came from her. When she smiled Ikenna threw his head back and laughed, slowly climbing to his feet. “Let’s go.”

Their walk was silent, no words needed to be exchanged between them because they were feeling the same. He could hear the not so quiet conversation and see the crowd that has steadily began to walk with the loudmouth. Ikenna decided to meet them head on. The crowd parted as he stepped in front, none of them dared to run into him. He folded his arms over his chest. “What’s this I hear about losers? Useless? Is that anyway to talk about a teammate?” The snow crunched beneath his feet as he stepped closer. Ikenna loomed over them now. “You’re so bold now that Valeria isn’t here. Would you say the same if she were in front of you? Should I deliver you to her now or should I rip that tongue out and gift it to her?”







legacy of ekenswu



ikenna.













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The crowd forming around Issah and Laurie irritated the demigoddess. All these fools were sticking their heads in business they had no part in. But truthfully; she cared not who heard her harsh words. She’d never been one for holding her tongue and now that Valeria was on the up and up, her discretion went out the window. The words she spoke were the harsh truth and everyone who heard it knew so. They were just too cowardly to say it aloud, for fear Valeria’s pathetic aggression would be targeted at them. Laurie didn’t fear those who spoke with their fists instead of their mouth. She looked down at them. They were beneath her. Imbeciles that couldn’t comprehend intelligent words and went swinging instead of speaking.

Ikenna’s form came into view, Laurie standing proudly with arms crossed against her chest. Ah. A butthurt legacy coming to threaten her. She could’ve rolled her eyes before he even spoke, but allowed him the gracious few seconds as he spoke. Looking at Issah, she took a step forward, focusing on Ikenna now. “It’s the only way to talk about a teammate that almost got me killed,” Laurie said defiantly, a fierce glare boring into the taller man. “Not just me either. Zahra. Zero. The rest of our team. She put all of us in danger. I’m sorry I’m not kissing her ass like you.” Laurie sneered at him, willing to go to bat for her controversial opinions. She was pissed anyways, he was only adding fuel to her fire.

Letting out a condescending laugh, her eyebrows raised curiously. Clearly, Ikenna had no clue who he was dealing with. “Oh? Do you think I wouldn’t say it to Valeria’s face? I would gladly speak every word to her. But she’s still groveling in the infirmary.” She scoffed, clicking her tongue at the audacity of a legacy to need to rest up in the infirmary after a week. Any demigod or goddess would’ve been healed and back to classes in days, but Valeria’s weak body betrayed her, like all the legacies at Mythos. They were subpar. Beneath the true divine beings that they walked among. They could puff their chest and offer violent threats, but the truth was… every legacy knew how inferior they were to any demigod.

A smug, demeaning smile graced Laurie’s lips, only unfolding her hands to shoo him away. “I don’t have time for simpletons. If you have something of substance to say then spit it out and stop bumbling.” She let out a soft sigh, clearly fed up with Ikenna’s presence. He was one of the witless fools that participated in gladiators. Even giving him a few scornful words had drained her. Speaking to those like him made her feel as if she was losing brain cells by the second. “Now. If you’re finished spewing half-witted threats my way, you can fuck off.”








daughter
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laurie.













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It was silent for a short while. Ikenna kept his gaze locked on Laurie with unwavering focus. He was more than capable of talking things out rationally. He was a man who knew how to tear others apart with his words, cutting them deeper than any knife could. But looking at the arrogant demigod before him he found that speaking wouldn’t be enough. His rage called for a more lasting punishment. “Put us in danger you say? If I remember right those creatures were taken care of. The last one managed to get a strike in before it was killed.” Ikenna tilted his head. “You say that she nearly got you killed…it’s truly a shame that the job wasn’t finished.”

He broke her gaze and instead scanned the crowd. His eyes fell on Kiaan and his smile returned. Ikenna shoved his hands into his pockets before his voice carried through the crowd. “Mehta…why don’t you come over here and join in this debate of ours.” There was no mistaking the commanding tone of his voice. The time for talking was over. He had no desire to debate or to argue when actions were so much better. “You were our team captain, no? You should show Laurie the consequences of disrespecting a teammate like this. We legacies lay our lives down to defend the world from monsters despite the shortcomings we may have. And this is how we’re treated? Useless? Losers? Divinity runs in our veins and we were chosen by our ancestors for whatever reason….” With each word his rage only intensified. Ikenna clenched his fists in his pockets.

“Aah, now I’m really annoyed. Kiaan…take this oh so powerful demigod, this superior being, and let her prove how better she is. I want you to rough her up in a way that Valeria would be proud of. Let this be a tribute to her, a direct result of an insult to her bloodline and the doubt of her prowess.” His tone was monotonous now. His body tense with the urge to lash out himself.









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If he remembered right? Ikenna must’ve been joking. This must be some elaborate prank the legacy was trying to play on her. If she remembered correctly, her team was too busy coddling Valeria who couldn’t take care of herself to beat down the Ananbosams. It was she and Zahra who defended themselves from the bloodthirsty monster as the remaining team members got Valeria off the battlefield. But Ikenna was blinded by pride and rage. It was sad, really, that he was so consumed by emotion he couldn’t see the truth for himself. Laurie pitied him.

“Is that any way to talk about a teammate?” Laurie taunted Ikenna, her words laced with venom and spite. Did she not just tell him to fuck off? Maybe he hadn’t heard her clearly the first time she declared she didn’t have the time for his idle prattle.

“Ah. You wish I died? That’s cute. If I said the same about Valeria you wouldn’t be feeling so nice.” She snapped back at him, a distaste for the legacy settling in her mouth. But it was only right for her to hold her own. She didn’t believe in physically fighting someone. She was above that. When Ikenna finally diverted attention from her, she found Kiaan in the crowd, a discomfort settling into her body. Kiaan Mehta freaked her out. Not scared of her. But she simply preferred not to be around the dark demigod. Despite these feelings, however, Laurie held her ground.

It took her only a few seconds to burst into hearty laughter. It wasn’t often the supercilious woman laughed so heartily– but the absurdity of it all was too much to bear. Ikenna was hilarious. He was absolutely ridiculous. Moments ago did he not boast his chest and proclaim his support for Valeria? And now, too cowardly to speak to her on his own, thought sicking a demigod on her would be the right decision. Legacies really were pathetic.

“You’re joking.” Laurie snorted, lips twitching as her laughter slowly died down but still lived in her chest, ready to bubble up again at any moment. “You have to be kidding, Ikenna…” She shook her head, smiling at the floor before meeting his eyes again. “Rough her up? Do you know how lame you sound right now? Seriously… There’s no need for all this back and forth. Don’t sick your friend on me. That really makes you look quite pathetic, don’t you think?”

Kiaan wouldn’t hit her. He knew good and well she wouldn’t fight back. And how righteous would that feel? Besides, all demigods alike knew their consequences were much more severe than legacies. Was Ikenna setting him up that way? Trying to turn the elite on each other? As if that would happen. She shook her head at his brazen attempt, commended his cowardice but felt relaxed in her position. He wouldn’t try anything– not anything that would turn out good. Besides, with Issah behind her, she had no doubt he would defend her if push really came to shove.








daughter
of iris



laurie.













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hairs static and charged. standing up and wavering, they’d form delicate webs spider-like, but for issah, they hovered in dark vigor. spectral billows of the pending grim reaper, his locks coated like white shoes in soot, stood in the air like they belonged, denying laws of gravity and the like.

a silver two-headed ax glimmered, waiting for its master to be put to use. lightning fluctuated through the air, towards him; the venomous man of same age and brown skin like his own; beautiful. “giving up yet?” issah chimed and hunted after him. the bolt crushed a tree nearby, close enough to make kiaan’s hair; head and arms stand up. where danger tingled the skin, stomachs lifted with newfound energy of adrenaline.

on the other end of the field, a cloaked, nimble kiaan darted from shadow to murky shadow, polished yet harrowing in his simplicity, foreboding in his dead silence. the thunderous bolts rearing their blinding mugs threatened to purge him with every step, though never quite quick enough to keep up with the ephemeral traverser of darkness.

despite maintaining his dignified, senior researcher composure on most other occasions, the kiaan of war was a perilous thing; when he laughed through the haze, an ominous, unsettling sound from within the all-consuming shadows, even mosquitos dared not trespass into his domain.

"boy, oh, boy," he taunted in practiced farsi, a gentle, eerie lilt to his echoing voice, "you really know how to get me going."

in a brief moment of obscurity from his opponent's view, kiaan unsheathed his twin blades and sprinted towards the tree behind issah, where he pushed off a nearby rock and catapulted himself into the air. his cursed blade, kalakuta, sliced the branch above his head clean off with a single maneuver, raining a flurry of leaves and debris across issah's field of vision should he opt not to dodge in time.

upon jumping back and landing on the forest floor several meters away, however, kiaan failed to gather his bearings quick enough in the face of the bolt charging in his direction, white hot and captivating, glorious; it caught the edge of his shoulder as the tree behind him exploded in a shower of snapping twigs and peeling bark, his sleek, redirective armor graciously taking the brunt of the otherwise debilitating blow.

"fuckin' aye, man, that shit hurts! you know i got plans after this, you ass— at least buy me a massage or something, damn." as simple as flipping a light switch, kiaan re-materialized before issah from within the black fog, a toothy grin on his face despite the cutting complaints falling off his numb lips. "that was a real nice volley towards the end, though; a little more back-and-forth like that, and we'll have a proper show on our hands."

failing to stifle the maniacal snicker bubbling to the surface, kiaan roughly dapped issah up before jogging over to his abandoned clipboard at the edge of the arena, where he jotted down the updated notes from their fourteenth trial run of the session. with the free day coming up and all sorts of extracurricular organizations putting forth their miscellaneous activities of choice, the theatre club was asked by the student council to host a duel showcase between two seniors by proxy of issah, an esteemed member and local flashiness connaisseur. the duo's renowned formal duelling abilities had been subpeonaed plenty of times prior in official academy ceremonies, seeing as they were already relatively well-matched in strength and spirit, and the contrast in their powers made for an eye-catching display of agility versus force, abyss versus brilliance.

after wrapping up their duel with a fierce hug and a stray noogie ("what the— if we weren't both desi, i'd tell people you hate crimed me just now—"), kiaan departed back to campus to meet up with siobhan for their regularly scheduled night fencing practice. with evaluations coming up soon after the mission that nearly ended his life, the son of nirriti found himself lagging miserably behind his sparring partner, who was already leagues better than himself at the sport. though not his forte— truly a swordsman at heart— kiaan was prohibited from joining any clubs that could result in drawing his hazardous blood if it could put other students at fatal risk, and as such, the only remaining option to hone his bladework safely was none other than the glorious world of fencing.

when kiaan arrived at the quad, however, where he and siobhan had originally arranged to meet prior to heading over towards the practice grounds, the simmering tides of commotion soon caught his eye, distracting him from his initial task of locating the daughter of morrigan. though disinterested in the circus of nonsense at first, the mention of valeria's name rapidly caught his attention, an unamused crease furrowing in his brow as he narrowed his eyes beneath the hood of his cloak.

the hell is—

"mehta…why don’t you come over here and join in this debate of ours? you were our team captain, no? you should show laurie the consequences of disrespecting a teammate like this."

kiaan's eyes widened in shock as he whipped around to face ikenna, a bewildered expression taking over his usually stoic face. there's no way he's that bothered over this... of all the lucractive things he could use my end of the contract for, he chose a fucking turf war?

much to his horror, however, ikenna confirmed his worries not even a second later.

"kiaan… take this oh-so-powerful demigod, this superior being, and let her prove how better she is. i want you to rough her up in a way that valeria would be proud of. let this be a tribute to her, a direct result of an insult to her bloodline and the doubt of her prowess.”

what the hell was he even on about? the crowd turned to gaze upon him with aghast apprehension, hushed murmurs rippling end-to-end over the involvement of mythos' infamous cloaked assassin. kiaan already didn't have the most approachable reputation among the student body, mislabeled as intimidating and brooding— ikenna's selfish request was sure to drive the nail in that coffin for anyone who up till now dared to give him the benefit of the doubt.

... asshole.

kiaan stepped towards ikenna, leaning in to hiss an agitated, "are you fucking serious, okafor? take that shit back— you're gonna get me fucking expelled, you lunatic."

ikenna, however, showed no signs of budging, and within that very moment, the inky scarlet ring around kiaan's left index finger began to sizzle, stinging him with red-hot heat akin to boiling water pooling below his skin.

"ow, shit— you are such a fucking..." despite every cell in his body screaming at him to turn around and run, escape the scene before him that would ultimately result in nothing but violent confrontation, kiaan's limbs refused to obey, instead turning to face the very same demigod who had saved his life not even a fortnight prior and stride in her direction. no, stop, please— not this.

desperation and panic welling in his wide, expressive eyes, kiaan locked gazes with laurie before glancing down at his own glowing hand, praying she followed his line of sight to clock the demonic influence ikenna held over his willpower in that moment. goddamn, did his boots always weigh a million pounds, tethering him to the earth, binding him to the whims and woes of mortality?

"please fight back. please." his voice barely reached a whisper, mouthing the warning more than speaking it as he continued the heavy, tense footsteps towards his newfound, unwilling opponent. "i don't wanna hurt you."

that was all the notice kiaan had time to send before speeding forward in the blink of an eye to trap laurie in a chokehold against his will, nothing but hazy darkness left in his wake as a cacophany of gasps and screams rose from the audience. he closed his eyes in utter defeat at the disastrous turn of events, despite his overpowering offensive stance and the trembling pupils of those who gazed upon him with reverance and terror.

what a shitshow. ikenna was so dead to him.








4th child of nirriti



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Kiaan wouldn’t hurt her. Right? Laurie felt confident about this statement until she caught sight of the glowing ring on his hand. Her eyes went wide upon seeing him move closer to her, taking one apprehensive step back but the crowd of students hungry for a fight made it impossible to get much distance in between her and that demon Kiaan Mehta. “Kiaan.” Laurie sputters out sternly, though the apprehension creeping into her tone gives away her nervousness. “Don’t you dare put your hands on me.” She warned, though she had a suspicion her words wouldn’t make an impact. “I swear to the gods if you touch me Kiaan, you will regret it more than you’ve ever regretted anything in your life.”

As Kiaan uttered those solemn words, it suddenly dawned on Laurie that he was very much not under the control of his own will. Of course. That villain Ikenna had something diabolical up his sleeve. Was it just Ikenna that was a nefarious prick or did all legacies have the capability for pure abhorrently appalling actions? She didn’t have much time to ponder that thought, her heart jumping into her throat as Kiaan dove for her. The woman didn’t have much time to evade his sudden attack because in the blink of an eye, Laurie was trapped between Kiaan and the crook of his arm, gasping for air.

“What the–” She strangled out hoarse words, jamming her elbows into Kiaan’s ribs. “Fuck!” Laurie cried out.

Okay. Perhaps… Laurie may have underestimated Kiaan. He certainly would hurt her, even if it wasn’t by his own will. Despite her vow of nonviolence, this was her safety she was gauging and purely based off of the fierceness of the chokehold he had her in, this isn't a place to ‘say no to violence’.

Face flushing with redness from the pressure of his arm, Laurie gasped for air, eyebrows furrowing as she clawed at his arm. “Issah– Help.” The woman called out, looking for her roommate amidst the crowd. She felt panicked, body moving to wiggle out of the chokehold but failing. Her lungs burned, strangled gasps escaping from her lips as she slammed her elbow into Kiaan’s ribs with a vigor and desperation not usually seen from the “peaceful” demigoddess.

Whether it was Ikenna or Kiaan that was causing her such distress, they would both pay. Laurie would do whatever it took to enact her revenge on these pathetic excuses for people. Though she was currently being strangled, there was no doubt in her mind that once the fear of suffocation left her mind, it would quickly be consumed with revenge. Cutting off oxygen to the brain would damage her precious mind and that was an unforgivable sin.

Squeezing her eyes shut, the dizzying sensation of asphyxiation rushed her senses but she fought to stay conscious for fear that Issah, the monster that he was, would not stop once she went limp. Oh god, would Kiaan kill her? She didn’t put it past the man. Willing or not, he was showing his true colors. The colors of an infernal villain.








daughter
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With a roman pillar against his back, Issah leaned into the support while watching things unfold. Attentive eyes and batting lashes, his arms crossed as he followed the mounting aggressions between Laurie and Ikenna.
It was so very funny to watch them get offended and riled up that he could only chuckle behind held breaths.

“You say that she nearly got you killed…it’s truly a shame that the job wasn’t finished.”
“Ah. You wish I died? That’s cute. That really makes you look quite pathetic, don’t you think?”

It was getting better and better. Until Ikenna, the legacy of all he couldn’t see eye to eye with – sworn enemy since day one – called Kiaan as if he were a servant. How dare he? Issah’s shoulders straightened. Kiaan’s hisses of disapproval chiming in his ears. As expected. Good, he thought. But the distant memory of a conversation in Kiaan’s room in Mortem caught his attention, piecing it together in a puzzle missing one last space. A bright light, the smallest halo he had ever seen, ignited by Kiaan’s ring finger. A ring-like sphere.

Issah’s arm rested on the other demigod’s shoulder. The voice of the one and only – Shah Rukh Khan – echoed in a TV while the young men relished these old movies they watched as children with mothers or not mothers, with siblings and friends of same heritage with white friends too that didn’t understand, couldn’t understand how beautiful, dramatic but very beautiful all of it was.

His view fell on a finger, one that was now dressed in a red circle, like a tattoo. One he had never seen before. A ring?

“Oi, you got promised to someone that isn’t me? How come I know nothing of this?” Attention shifted completely on the ring, away from the Bollywood movie.
Kiaan glanced down at the thin line around his index finger, brow furrowing in distaste at the physical reminder of his naivety. “Fuckin’ Ikenna, man,” he began, snorting humorlessly. “Made the mistake of asking that brute to help me source some materials from his home country. Before I knew it, the bastard slapped this ring on me saying something about ‘holding up my end of the bargain.’ I’m guessing it’s a divinely binding return-the-favor type deal? Fuck if I know.”
– “Fuckin’ twat…,” Issah commented shaking his head. “He really put a damn spell on you, huh.” How unfortunate, but Kiaan could just as well pat himself on the shoulder for it. “Stop expecting good things from others. See where it gets you..,” he ran his mouth and sighed. As long as it’s a small favor…

That small favor turned out to be cashed in right here, right now to the disadvantage of his roommate who happened to be a pacifist when it came to violence, but not to verbal wars. As Kiaan lunged forward, Laurie’s protest sounded almost desperate. Pathetic. Kiaan – fast as he always was, always has been – held Laurie in a chokehold and if it hadn’t been apparent to anyone else, Issah knew how unwillingly his friend applied force on a former teammate despite views that clashed.

“Issah– Help.”

The demigod finally separated from the pillar, hands untangled and took a step into the heat of it all. “Hey, hey, hey,” he approached and locked eyes with Laurie, then Kiaan. “Don’t fight her, fight me. She doesn’t even find it exciting. I do.” And yet, it was not in Kiaan’s control. Did it mean he had to make Ikenna angry enough to take his request back and let Kiaan fight him instead? Hah, Ikenna was easier to set off than dry grass in summer. Issah grabbed Kiaan’s collar and yanked his torso closer to the ground – not making him fall – which allowed Laurie to gain more air. As he placed his foot behind Kiaan, he secured the arm that was holding Laurie’s head in check a moment ago and pressed it against his back. “I’d say sorry, Ki. But it’s not like I didn’t see it coming.” The shortest moment of negligence was enough for Issah to press his palm on Laurie’s forehead to push her out of his grip.

The pressure on his arm forced Kiaan to release his captive, groaning in pain as he whipped his head around to glare at the demigod over his shoulder. “I-I can’t, Iss, it’s not me, it’s—agh, fuck!” he futilely attempted to explain, tears welling in his panic-stricken eyes before the white-hot pain on his finger from Ikenna’s contractual power forced his mouth shut once again. The son of Nirriti kicked backwards with his booted heel, striking Issah’s shin and sending them both tumbling to the pavement in a heap of shoving limbs and labored grunts. In the blink of an eye, however, Kiaan regained his balance and pinned Issah to the ground, knees on either side of his hips as he dealt blow after blow with his bruised fists across the man’s abdomen. Despite squeezing his eyelids shut with all his might, a teardrop managed to escape and streak down his tan cheek, which he promptly disguised from the crowd of onlookers’ rapt attention with a shroud of foggy darkness around the tousling duo.

Kiaan‘s words drooped from his mouth like a weeping willow. I know. I know. Thoughts interrupted by a kick, a flip of bodies that rubbed over cobblestones and dirt. Issah gasped as Kiaan‘s knees pressed into his groin, punches followed and hit his stomach and chest.

Issah’s legs swung around Kiaan’s hips and pushed him a few inches away. His arms pressed Kiaan‘s collar in a tight grip despite immense pain inflicted on his body, he wouldn’t let go. He could take it, Laurie couldn’t, and that made him a bit mad at her too. Why couldn’t she just stand her ground and fight? Usually so independent, this is where she drew the line? Now look at her, counting on his brawns. Now look at her, calling out his name as if he were a knight. A favor to collect later as well. His blazing thoughts were interrupted when a drop hit his cheek. Kiaan’s tear. To hell with Ikenna, how could he make Kiaan do this, this bastard. He was next.








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LOVELIE/VALERIA

Valeria had never minded attention. She’d often craved it desperately, and when she’d gotten it, it had almost always been negative. She was used to whispers and stares. But when the eyes were on her in the colosseum, on the campus training grounds, they weren’t judging her for starting fights, but for failing one.

When she’d been released from the infirmary, one of the older nurses had stopped her. “Do not worry so much,” she had said, “Your mother got herself in here all the time. I remember it well.”

It might have been meant as a comfort. It had simply made Valeria want to scream.

The whispering woods had found her a refuge, just momentarily, from eyes and threats. She wasn’t giving up. She told herself this, again and again, she wasn’t giving up. She’d be back out in front of everyone tomorrow. ‘Take a break when you need it’, a voice that wasn’t her own said. As if it had ever helped.

Metal hit against the wood of an old tree, and loose leaves and branches fell over Valeria as it shook. Electricity and muscle memory took over, punches and ducks from imaginary enemies and spins. The forest laughed away at her, as birds sang from the trees and creatures rustled in the bushes, until something different caught her eye. The one watching her looked almost like a shadow, and yet, a distinctly human silhouette nonetheless. Valeria turned to face her, on the defense, arms held up and eyes narrowed.

She was caught it seemed. The dark figure blended in all too well with the forest around them. Bear feet made little to no noise against the forest floor but the chime of an anklet was akin to a tree falling. The space seemed to go quiet as she emerged from her hiding place. Her appearance was human until she grinned. Full lips parted to reveal to white rows of knife-like teeth. A giggle left her as she gazed at the legacy. Valeria, the talk of the campus herself. “I see that you got some fight in you still. Good…good.” Her own stance was open and far too carefree some would say. “The wind’s been carryin’ ya name girl. You’re a star.” She giggled once again.

The smile dropped from her face then. Her eyes bore into Valeria’s as she stepped closer. “It ain’t me that you should me raising ya fist at though. Not too many people come into these woods. You look mighty tasty.” She tilted her head, eyes trained on the trees behind the legacy. Her dark eyes met a set of holes where eyes should be. “Stick close to me if you don’t want to become a snack. You’ve lost ya way haven’t you?”

The shadows and trees solidified into a woman. Valeria had seen her around across campus— a demigod— but didn’t know her name. The same could clearly not be said about her. The mention of recognition did nothing but raise Valeria’s guard further, mouth curling into a frown.

“Who even are you?” Valeria’s tone came out harsh as she looked her up and down, bristling both at the words and the intensity of the gaze. This presence was exactly what Valeria had come to get away from. She didn’t turn her head, aware of how it would look, but considered the trees in her vision and realized she had absolutely no clue where she was. Not that she could admit it. The last thing Valeria wanted for a long, long time was demigod help. “I don’t need a guide. Or a stalker.”

“Call me Lovelie, pretty thing. Consider our meeting a blessing.” She stopped a few feet in front of Valeria before performing a dramatic bow. She glanced up, the black tresses that she’d turned her hair into sliding over her eyes. From behind the curtain she could see the white skull of an elk inching ever so closer. “Don’t be like that, I need ya.” Lovelie slowly straightened to her full height. She merely stared, watching as the creature crept closer. She open her hand and a fireball appeared. Her moves her quick as she threw it at the creature, it wasn’t long before it was engulfed. The pelt was quick to flame, before long the being was little more than a pile of ash. The only thing left behind was the skull. Lovelie glided past Valeria and picked up her prize. “These pesky little things love to snack on humans and you’re as close as it gets. My, legacies sure are versatile.” Her laugh echoed just as the noises of the forest returned. “Follow me, you’ll be lost forever if ya don't.”

Valeria stood her ground, holding her ground even as Lovelie moved closer. Her words did nothing to placate Valeria, and she might have snapped back had it not been for the shift of Lovelie’s gaze. Those too-dark eyes found something behind Valeria’s back, and unable to hold position, Valeria turned to look.

The bushes had parted, a skull peering out in a way it shouldn’t have been able to do, gaping holes for eyes and teeth bared. Lovelie and the elk reflected each other, and for a moment, Valeria was caught in the middle. She was ready for an attack, to swing a block, but it proved unnecessary. The creature burned like a dying sun, and Valeria had to make sure her jaw shut before Lovelie noticed.

“I don’t need help.” A show of magic was impressive enough, but Lovelie’s words bit into Valeria. As close as it gets. She drew in a breath and started to walk, bumping in a less than gentle manner into Lovelie’s shoulder and continuing in a direction she could only pretend to be sure of.

Valeria was as prickly as people said, but she didn’t mind in the slightest. With the skull in her hands she merely followed after the legacy. Lovelie was fine with just letting her walk around for a while, but as they delved deeper into the forest she could feel the energy shift. “Hmm, you’re brave. Not anyone is willing to give their life up over pride.” Lovelie suddenly turned and began heading in the opposite direction. “Fights over status…blood is blood no matter how deep it may or may not run. To belong or to not belong…such matters can only be determined by oneself. The divine are merely the guiding hands, the first step to greatness…” With each step her voice began to grow more distance. “Another soul to be lost, potential wasted…it would be a shame.”

As Lovelie turned, Valeria couldn’t help but look back and watch the black hair swing as it grew more distant. Pride over life. For all her words, Lovelie couldn’t know: coming back with the help of a demigod, with the tensions now, was not so different from death. Valeria’s fingers itched, her staff thrumming with unfinished fights, and yet she restrained. ‘Breathe. Focus’, Valeria forced herself to stop. She didn’t follow after Lovelie, she damn near couldn’t, but she stopped, tightened her fists, and focused on remembering the direction Lovelie had chosen to walk away in.

There was a hiss that grew quieter as Lovelie continued to walk. It would not force Valeria to come with her but there were other ways to help the legacy escape the woods. Upon the snow covered ground were scorch marks where Lovelie had stepped, leading to a safe exit.
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Eulalia used to be just okay with the cold.

She never loved it; it would be silly to claim otherwise. No one really likes the stinging tingles that start at the fingertips and end at the toes when exposed to the elements. Or the loud sniffles to hide a dripping nose. She especially didn’t like how much the air dried out her skin.

But it wasn’t all bad, either. Eula loved the look of snow, much like any other kid. Not only did it mean that school got out, but it also meant the shop was closed. She was free to go frolic in the frosty landscape for as long as she could handle it.

And when she couldn’t handle it anymore, she would run squealing back with her sisters. Her mother would attempt to stop them in the doorway, begging them to stomp the snow off their shoes outside of their house. Little Eula was too impatient for that type of nonsense majority of the time, and she’d often attempt to squeeze past her mother desperately to get to the hot bowl of udon waiting for her on the kitchen table. She also knew that she tried to get past her mother, that she’d hold up Eula by the ankles while laughing and shake her about, since she ‘can never remember to shake off her own boots, so she ought to do it for her.’

When she was that little, Eula wasn’t able to notice the true panic and concern in her mothers eyes. The fear that Eula might actually mess up their house. That she might ruin what was already perfect.

How she failed to notice just how sick her mother was still eludes Eula. It wasn’t like anyone else noticed it either, but Eula still felt like she should have. Out of all her siblings, Eula was the closest to her.

But she still failed anyway.

She never told anyone when it happened, but Eula was almost glad her mother had died. It really sounds horrible to think about, but it wasn’t like she was truly glad, just almost.

It’s complicated, you know? You still love a person and you know that the sickness that consumed them wasn’t their fault in the end, but they still hurt you. They still hurt you really badly, and you can’t forget it. Maybe you can forgive, but you can’t forget. When Eula’s mother screamed at Eula for accidentally cutting herself, or gaining a bit of extra weight, she knew it wasn’t really her mother screaming at her.

But it still looked and sounded like her. It still knew exactly what to say to hurt her feelings, and to make her cry. It still was the one who locked her in her room at night without dinner, and who would vanish for days to do whatever god knows what.

So yeah, something about the cold right?

Eula really didn’t like the cold now.

It wasn’t even her fault this time. While she still appreciated the beauty of the snow that blanketed the campus, she also fucking hated that snow covered every inch of the place.

Sat in her window sill, staring out across the vast white space, Eula was shivering.

By all means, she should be perfectly warm and content. There was no reason she should be shivering; her room was properly heated and she had all the winter clothes in the world to dress herself up in. There was even a fireplace to light and illuminate the living space, but it was currently snuffed out.

Instead, Eula sat without even a pair of socks on. With her naked knees drawn up to her bare chest, Eula stared out the window and shivered. Her teeth were threatening to chatter against each other, and her toes curled and uncurled in an attempt to keep the blood circulating. She was hugging her knees as tightly as she could to conserve any heat she generated, and her breath fogged the air ever so slightly each time she exhaled.

Most important of all, however, were Eula’s wings. For once, they weren’t bound and hidden away under layers of clothing. The shimmering hue of them seemed so dull in the cold winter weather, and instead of being perky and raised, Eula had them draped around her body. They almost looked like a feeble attempt to cloak herself.

There was a reason that Eula was sitting nude in her window sill, attempting to brave against the cold. At least, that’s what she told herself.

Ever since these stupid wings sprouted from her back, Eula has become virtually useless in the cold. Her limbs shut down and refuse to move, even with the thickest of scarves wrapped around her nose. She was basically like a stupid bug in the winter; Doomed to die or bury themselves in the dirt until it was warm enough for them to not be in dirt anymore.

Neither of those options sounded very appealing, which meant her life currently sucked.

Willing her teeth to stop chattering for just a second, Eula inhaled slowly to actually think about what the fuck she was doing. Ideally, she was convincing her body to fight back against the infestation that was the wings. To readapt to the cold and become stronger than it, so she could actually walk around outside again without collapsing.

Realistically, however, she was sitting in her room alone and naked being pissed off over the fact that she was literally part bug for no good reason.

Yeah, Eula was really living it up as a legacy here.

Letting out a frustrated groan to no one in particular, the wings that were plastered around Eula slowly began to peel away from her skin. A wince passed over her features at the stiffness of them, and for a moment she was worried they might just break.

That happened once in a Disney movie about pixies, which means it could definitely happen to her. Totally applicable.

Opting to put her wings away last, Eula instead focused on untangling her limbs one by one. First she extended her right leg, then her left. Her arms were left crossed over her chest, since she was suddenly and very starkly reminded of the fact that she decided to do this naked.

At least her roommate was out and about. Though honestly, she pondered if Hazuki would actually care if Eula was parading around their room in her birthday suit. Not exactly a question she needed answered right at this very moment, however.

Standing up slowly, another shiver shot up Eula’s spine. She was already shaking like a wet dog, but the sudden jolt of her cold floor sent her quickly walking across the expansive room over to the unlit fireplace.

After several struggling attempts to light a match, a fire soon roared to life in front of Eula, and she could finally let out a small sigh of relief. While waiting for the fire to pick up, she had wrapped a throw blanket around herself. Mainly for warmth, but you can never be too certain when your roommate returns.

Staring at the burning logs as her body slowly warmed back up, Eula could only silently curse at herself for the situation she created. Bugs didn’t just magically gain the ability to withstand the cold.

If they’re out in the cold too long, they die. It was just a fact of life, and was now particularly relevant to Eula’s own.

Flexing her wings slowly under the blanket, another sigh heaved through her. God, she fucking hated just about everything right now. The bitter cold, the useless wings on her back, and every damn demigod that walked through the halls of this stupid ass school. What the hell was she even doing here?

There was no point in trying to answer that question; she asked herself it almost everyday. She’s here because there’s nowhere else to go, and she didn’t really have a choice. She knew that much.

Stepping over to the large mirror that was positioned near her bed, Eula quickly went through the motions of binding her wings. Despite the earlier notion that they might break in the cold, her wings were surprisingly durable. She wasn’t sure what would exactly happen if someone perhaps tried to rip them, but she did know that she was able to fold them and bind them under her outfits.

Better than having to cut out a hole in the back of every single top she owned, and it equally made her less of a target. Everyone knew about the butterfly girl; no one cared about regular old Eula walking around, who was notably without wings.

Sliding her sweater on slowly, Eula purposefully avoided looking into the mirror and instead focused on combing her fingers through her hair. Each pull was a gentle reminder to ground herself, lest she wrap herself up in her own thoughts.

Not when she still had to brace for actually going outside in the weather. As her fingers began to lace up her boots, all she could do was tell herself to not think about how cold it was going to be outside. How quickly it was going to lock up her limbs and send her tumbling into a snowbank where no one would find her for the entire winter, with her body only being discovered in the spring when it melts away.

…Okay, so maybe she was doing a bad job at bracing herself. It wasn’t like she was exactly ‘used’ to this sort of thing quite yet.

Sliding on the final piece of her outfit (a set of fuzzy earmuffs to make sure her ears didn’t fall out), Eula was finally, at least physically, ready to go out into the snow and march across campus.

Hurray.

With mostly muffled stomps, Eula was soon leaving the comfort of her room and stepping out into the somewhat dark hallway of her dorm. Hazuki was still nowhere to be seen, but to be honest, she didn’t want Hazuki seeing her like this. Eula at the moment nearly resembled a snowman with how globural her ensemble of clothes made her.

Can you believe she used to look actually cute during the winter? Well, Eula can at least. Everyone else would probably just assume she had absolutely zero taste.

In only what seemed like a few quick steps, the door was suddenly right in front of Eula and the reality of the situation was fully laid out before her.

How hard could it honestly be?

The door creaked open at the request of Eula’s shoulder, and a wisp of cold air blew across her eyelashes.

It can’t be that hard, nor that bad. She didn’t pass out upstairs, and she was naked. It has to count for something, right?

A (mostly) satisfying crunch was heard as she took her first step into the snow in front of her, and she snuggled her nose deeper into the baby blue scarf that swaddled the lower face of her face.

All she had to do was keep walking. More crunches sounded as she began stomping across campus, each step accumulating more snow on her boots.

Everything was going perfectly fine.

Why was she outside again?

Squinting her eyes against the harsh winter sun, the crunching sound under Eula’s feet became quieter and quieter. The snow must be sticking to her feet and dampening the sound, that’s what’s happening.

She was heading in the right direction, she had to be. Which way did she come from again?

Soon, there was no sound of crunching coming from Eula, and she could distinctly feel her body swaying back and forth as the cold seemingly slipped past her coat and sweater and straight into her bones.

Man, it must suck to be an insect. Dying in the winter, with your body falling to the ground from whatever tree you sat in.

Tilting her head back slowly, Eula squinted up at the clouds slowly rolling across the sky. It was kinda sad that bugs didn’t really see clouds. It was just one big blur, kinda like how they looked right now…

Oh fuck.

With that thought and a final shudder racking her body, Eula pitched backwards and into the snow behind her.

God, she hated being part bug.







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ophelia



”and as she wept, crystals fell from her eyes.”






The thick snow blanketed the town of Fortis in a thick layer yet there was no fear of the freeze that came with the season. The harvest had been plentiful and there were plenty of animals to hunt despite the frigid temperature given that many of them were not normal in nature. Ophelia found that she loved Fortis during the winter the most. With longing eyes she would watch as the town seemed to come together as a whole. The help thy neighbor type of attitude kept many bellies full and bodies warm. The citizens were well aware that working together would keep the town thriving in the same way it had since its founding.

Around her the sound of childish laughter filled her ears and warmed her heart. Light brown eyes turned their gaze from the scenery to the children that took up the space. One would think that with such a thriving town, there would be no need for something like an orphanage. It was a sad thing to think about of course, that such a well put together town would have a place dedicated to such children. The fact of the matter was that there were those who had no want for children and death claimed individuals with no regards of who was being left behind. There were many reasons why children were sent to Sacred Hearts. But no matter the reason, each child was looked after with care. The community came together to make sure of it.

Even Mythos kept a protective hand over the building and it’s residents. When Ophelia had heard of the mentor program she had been all too eager to volunteer her time. Sacred Hearts was a place that made her feel wanted, it gave her the feeling of being something worth looking at. And as she looked upon the children playing in the snow, she couldn’t help but smile. Whenever she arrived they would run at her, little hands grabbing in hopes of getting her attention. Of course she made time for every child.

Ophelia watched as an adorable little cherub of a girl approached her. Her bright smile revealed two missing teeth at the front of her mouth. She ran at Ophelia, her cheeks and nose red from the cold. Little Crystal wore protective layers however. It was not known who her parents were but one of them had to be the child of a winter deity at least. The girl was no older than five and had hair as white as the snow that surrounded them and her skin seemed to forever be freezing. Her little legs all but catapulted her into Ophelia's lap, snuggling into her as the woman sat on one of the benches provided.

“Miss ‘phelia! I take me to the school!” She pleaded once again. Without fail she would ask to be taken to Mythos. It was something that many of the youth in Fortis looked forward to. Ophelia could only chuckled as she brushed a finger against cold cheeks.

“When you’re older, little snowdrop. Enjoy your youth, don’t rush into growing older just yet.” The tone of her voice was of pure affection for the child in her embrace. Soon another joined them and then another, three little flowers vying for the attention the demigoddess. It was easy to view them as the siblings that she never had.









nine lives

 
MOOD: Zahra: content ✦ Ezra: cheerfil

OUTFIT: Zahra ✦Ezra

LOCATION: Fortis ✦ Boutique & Café
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INT: mi casa mi casa
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Ezra and Zahra
"and the soldier pledges allegiance to the sun."

Zahra had never considered herself someone who liked to dwell over negative situations, always trying to see the positive in whatever life threw at her but there was no positive about what happened during the ansanbosam mission. Try as she might there were times when she couldn’t get the image of Valeria’s bloody, wounded body laying on the jungle floor out of her mind. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was still not used to seeing such gruesome sights as a freshman or if it was because she felt an immense amount of guilt for not being able to help Valeria when she was in so much pain. The logical part of her knew that if she had tried to help, that she more than likely would have done more harm than good in the moment. Her healing abilities were sketchy at best and disastrous at worst with the amount of control she currently had over them. Despite knowing that there was little that she could have done, it didn't get rid of the feeling of uselessness that settled deep in the pit of her stomach.

Knowing that she needed a breather away from Mythos she had decided to go to Fortis for the day to do some therapy shopping for the upcoming winter ball the school was holding. She had dragged Ezra along with her understanding that like her he had also blamed himself for what happened on the mission. That and Zahra knew that if left on his own that he probably wouldn’t think to get himself anything for the dance and what kind of friend would she be if she let that happen?

Now they were in a boutique that she had pointed out, Zahra trying on multiple different dresses and Ezra sitting outside the dressing room to give her his input on the ones she had chosen. She had already tried on multiple dresses and none had kept her love after she had put them on. Maybe she was being too meticulous but if she was going to spend her money on a dress she at least wanted it to look decent on her.

She ran her eyes over the black dress she currently had on, smoothing her hands over the sides. It was actually pretty beautiful, and she loved the way it hugged her curves. The cut outs in the front and back made it interesting and the silver gemstones would sparkle under the light. Pushing open the door she stepped out for Ezra to see. “Okay, what about this one?” She asked, doing a little spin so that he could see the back as well. “I really like it but do you think it would be to much for a school dance?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.​

With Valeria discharged from the infirmary, normality seemed to slip back to their lives though only on a level of surface, a tip of the iceberg while the massive weight was held under. It was only a matter of time for someone to ram it.
Zahra’s face – sparkling eyes draped in warmth uncommon to the winter’s weakened sun – revealed itself as the door pushed open and the heavy scarlet curtain followed. Ezra’s thighs were covered in discarded dresses as he looked up. He had scoffed at the black dress in her hands with an indifferent lift of shoulders but now, put on, she gave it dimension. Silver details contrasted the darkness, generous cutouts revealed brown skin and curves. “Oh..,” it was less of a word and more of a vocalization of speechlessness. Ezra couldn’t deter a closer look, dark eyes like those of a painting moved only very slowly.

“It eh..” he looked for words. “It suits you. It might be a bit cold, no?” The mirror in the back of the dressing room reflected her bare back. “If you like it, take it,” he encouraged. He wasn’t much of a help, his wardrobe consisted of beiges and browns, basics he slipped on rather than styling it. Ezra sunk in deeper into the couch and laid his head on the rest. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do but the dresses piled up on his legs and on the sides that he felt like they might have to stay till dark for Zahra to find a dress she’d fall in love with. Her company certainly were gentle strokes of an acoustic guitar to him, her words lively and attitude gentle, Ezra settled into a mood of relaxation. It was desperately needed after still recovering from the last mission. The trip to Fortis and Zahra’s dragging him with her, came at the right time.

“We should get something hot to drink before we head back. I could really use a coffee,” he thought out loud and stared at the ceiling cornered with pillars.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.​

For a few moments Zahra mulled over his words, glancing down at herself towards the large cutout that traveled down her chest and to the bottom of her stomach. It was a very revealing dress, and one might think it ridiculous to wear it in the middle of winter when the material and design of the dress would do absolutely nothing to keep her warm. Any other year before finding out about her godly ancestry she would have agreed, but now that she was here at mythos and learning how to properly use her powers she realized that they gave her a lot more leeway than one might assume, and besides what was the point of being ‘blessed’ with magical abilities if she couldn’t have fun with them? “You’re right it is going to be cold for everyone but that’s what having fire powers to keep me warm is for,” Plus what was that saying? A hoe never gets cold? The first part may not apply to her but at least she wouldn’t be shivering her behind off at the dance. No one could mistake Zahra’s feelings towards her biological father as anything other than disdain but perhaps this could be the one thing she could be thankful towards him for.

Turning her back towards him she went back inside the dressing room, feeling shopped out for herself for the day. She had tried on at least a dozen dresses and truthfully as much as she loved shopping she was happy that she managed to find a dress she actually really loved.

“A hot chocolate sounds really good right now actually. There’s that one cafe down the road we could go to,” She called out, making a mental note to offer to pay for his as a thanks for putting up with her dragging him around for the day. Zahra had never been a big fan of coffee herself, only subjecting herself to it when she was in major need of energy and even then she would prefer tea and would only drink coffee as a last resort. She quickly rid herself of the dress and put her precious clothing back on. Exiting the dressing room she carried her new dress in her arms, throwing Ezra a pity look with a smile at all the dresses she had practically thrown all over him in her haze. Setting the black dress down she walked over to him, grabbing all the dresses from his lap and moving to place them in the coordinated hamper the shop had for all the rejects that needed to be placed back on the shelves.

After paying at the front Zahra looped her arm through Ezra’s and led him out of the store, not appreciating the cold burst of air that immediately hit her face upon opening the door. She found herself looking around in fondness as they walked through the streets, a comfortable silence falling over them, and Zahra instead took to looking around at all the snow. Even though Zahra had seen snow before growing up in South California meant that it was still something very foreign to her. She had been woefully unprepared for the cold that came and had gone to Fortis in desperate need of winter clothing. Despite the rough start she couldn’t deny just how beautiful the season was.

When they finally reached the cafe, she was pleasantly delighted by the delicious aroma the place had to offer. As they stood in line she spoke up, turning her head to look at Ezra, “You know we still have to find an outfit for you too right?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.​

“Sure. Let’s get going.” The weight of multiple layers of different materials and colors was lifted from his thighs, the most exquisite blanket. Ezra shambled after her with nothing in his hands but the purse that Zahra had left for him to guard. A webbed small leather bag in the scheme of green, not yet brown.
While she paid, his figure towered behind her. They exchanged goods – purse for the dress placed in a garment bag. Ezra swung the bag over his shoulder and left the boutique with her, steps aligning. Her arm clung on his, a shy smile formed on his lips. As for Zahra, snow was just as new for him. Even in winters, Palermo felt like a cozy spring which was already ‘cold’ enough. Snowflakes dusted their locks and curls and contrasted their dark hair.

Icy winds lashed against their faces which turned eyes small and cheeks red just like the tips of their noses. Aiding each other with body warmth on one side, the demigoddess and the legacy stumbled deeper into town. The café sheltered them for now, color returning to their skin and previously caught ice crystals melted away. His profile scanned the menu – white chalk on blackboard – with his eyes reading line for line of the coffee options. Brown eyes found each other, a glimmer of contentment ignited. Her question caught him off guard, eyebrows raised as a reaction, his face often as readable as a book.
“Oh…,” Ezra wasn’t the type to grow excited for shopping hauls and sliding clothes on and off in small booths. “I think I might still have a suit somewhere in my room..” That is, if Sirius didn’t pluck it apart or did whatnot, Ezra certainly wouldn’t be surprised.

Zahra threw him an incredulous look, her eyes and eyebrows lowering into an expression of unamusement. “Let me guess, you’ve had the same suit for years now and wear it at every fancy party?” She slightly shook her head. “Come on Ezra, you can’t really want to wear the same suit all the time do you? Imagine all of the suits that I could fit your style that you’d look great in!” Her fashion loving heart lit up just at the idea.

“I’m not saying it has to be today, we still have time to look, and I’m sure finding my dress tired you out enough for one day.”

His tongue scraped the inside of his cheek as Ezra allowed her to lecture him. She was right but he could only let her have that with a slight shrug of shoulders. “Okay, okay,” he gave in and nodded. “A coffee will do me good. I can last a little longer,” he promised. A wallet he carried in his coat was thin, finances had never been a forte to the Veluccis or at least money didn’t choose to stick around. But a decent suit might be worth the investment. They stepped forward, ready to order.
“One hot chocolate and a flat white, please.”
Fingers fumbled for a few bills but his companion was faster. Zahra gave him a look that said: it’s an invitation. Instead of hunting after the cold again, they decided to sit down to enjoy their equally hot drinks. Tongues thrilling against the gums as words of arabic were shared and corrected – on Zahra's part. Questions of which songs to practice in band next or which artists they had seen live.


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A thick white blanket laid on buildings, meadows and hills, too bright for the eyes, leaving them to squint. The view of the outside made Ezra build a shiver, but here behind the walls of a men’s formal boutique, he was secure from the lashing cold.
The third suit draping him, on his back an upside triangle shaped cutout revealing the curve of his spine. As he adjusted his cuffs and finally looked up, a shared glance of utter satisfaction.

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Curled fists pounded against the leather exterior of a punching bag, unrelenting in landing heavy-hitting punches and harsh blows to the bruised material as quickly as she could. While Siobhan much preferred a sparring partner to simulate hand-to-hand combat, the punching bag was the next best thing. And it didn’t complain. Or get too tired– not that Siobhan was complaining about her sparring partners; they kept her on her toes and offered great practice for real fights but practice could never fully prepare a person for the real thing and with a gladiator’s match on the horizon, Siobhan needed to make sure she was as close to being prepared as possible.

Stumbling away from the punching bag, she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with a much-needed breath. Sweat dripped from her body despite the harshly frigid weather outside– she shuddered thinking about braving the cold in search of her fencing partner. While she definitely wished to stay inside for the rest of the day, curled up in warm pyjamas and a fuzzy blanket, the impending fencing assessment and a pile of unfinished homework beaconed her to use this miserably snowy day more productively… Unless she could convince Zahra to spar with her once before the evening. She doubted it.

Clicking her tongue and brushing the strands of hair that fell into her face, she packed her items up, rid her body of the sweat and grim she’d accumulated over her hour-and-a-half solo sparring session, and found her way outside, following the winding paths to locate Kiaan in the Quad. He would likely need more than a few pointers when it came to his fencing form and that meant getting started as soon as possible. Trudging through the brutal cold, she wrapped her arms around her body, finally entering the quad. Rather than being met with a few spawn of winter gods enjoying the iciness of the quad, she was met with a strange circle to one side of the quad.

“What the hell…?” She grumbled with a raised eyebrow. Were they all gathered around playing conkers or something? Squinting at the cluster of demigods and legacies, Siobhan quickly determined that they were not playing conkers, and in fact, some sort of commotion– a fight of some kind– was occurring. While Siobhan typically enjoyed a good fight, the familiar sounds of Kiaan Mehta’s voice did not make her think there was any kind of good fight happening. She’d been a few minutes late and that rascal managed to get himself into a fight? With who? Who would be brave enough to start swinging at a man who literally bled poison? Someone with a death wish, that was who.

Quick to change her path and intention, Siobhan took no time to sprint across the Quad to the circle of individuals, pushing through the crowd to find her friend fighting with Issah? Of all demigods, he was going to fight why in the fuck was it his friend? And then she saw Laurie Jeong, licking her wounds in the corner. Ah. Of course. The Daughter of Iris was being defended by her little lackey. That made sense.

Chaos was not something unfamiliar to Eva, so the abrupt outburst in the quad didn’t phase the older sister of five much. What did rattle her from her perch under a shaded tree was Kiaan coming to Ikenna’s beckoning, his skilled hands wrapping around the delicate flesh of her throat despite the hesitance in his brown eyes.

“What in Ix Chel’s name are you doing?” The demi-goddess was up on her feet, running as Issah got involved in this absolute shitshow. Eva screamed as the two men rolled around like animals on the ground, if Kiaan even bled a little bit it could send someone to their death.

This was already out of hand, but an accidental death courtesy of Kiaan’s curse would make this unrecoverable. Eva wasn’t strong enough to pull them both apart, and getting physical would only make things more dangerous, leaving the daughter of Ix Chel with no other options.

“Get off of him!” A torrential downpour exploded upon the two, hopefully washing away any blood spilled. In all the years she had known her friend, he had never once laid his hands on someone like that. It was…jarring, to say the least.

Eva’s voice cut through the crowd, Siobhan still elbowing through to get to Kiaan and get his ass away from this fight before he got a bloody lip and Mythos was left with a pile of corpses on the Quad. Thank gods for the Daughter of Ix Chel. If there was anyone she wanted to back her up, it was that woman. Seeing her struggle to break up the fight, she fought through the eager bodies that just wanted to see a fight. “Move the fuck outta my way!” The Irish woman cursed, pushing people out of her way to reach her friends.

“What the hell is going on?!” Siobhan announced but it seemed Kiaan wasn’t exactly in the right mindset to answer a question. The Daughter of Morrigan had no other choice. Quickly entering the hypothetical arena, she wrapped her arms around Kiaan’s waist quite literally picking the demigod up and pulling him away from Issah. She was the woman for this job for as soon as Kiaan was removed from Issah, she locked her arms around his, pulling him back from the crowd.

“Move, move!” Siobhan growled at the crowd which parted at her harsh words. These bloodthirsty idiots didn’t know just how much danger she’d saved them from. “Kiaan–” But it seemed despite her restraint, the man wasn’t in a condition to stop going for Issah, despite being at least twenty minutes away from the stingy demigod. “Hey, hey... What happened?!” Siobhan chidded, letting out a huff as she continued to restrain him.

“I am going to make both of you extremely sorry for this.” She hissed as Siobhan dragged Kiaan away, thankful for the gladiator’s help. With one last glare, she turned to Laurie to begin inspecting her throat, purple bruises already forming on the sensitive skin.

“Are you okay?” Eva inquired, head tilted as her hands summoned healing waters to encase the wound, though her eyes were not gentle as she did. Though she didn’t condone Kiaan’s actions in the slightest, she wasn’t entirely sympathetic that Laurie had gotten her big mouth shut, though the force had been a little excessive.

Despite the distance, Kiaan had been dragged from the attacks of his merciless dueling partner, the control of his willpower didn’t diminish in the slightest until Ikenna vanished from the scene, releasing his influence on the demigod in one vindicating heartbeat. As the onslaught of turbulent memories and pounding desperation bombarded him all at once, he slumped against Siobhan’s strong arms, frantically catching his breath now that the consequences of all that spent energy was begging to catch up to him.

“Ikenna, that motherfucker, he—” Kiaan hissed out his messy explanation, fully trusting Siobhan to hear him out before he caught sight of the crowd of silent onlookers watching him and froze in place. Their stares bore into his soul without shame, unblinking, condescending, and fearful. They looked at him like he was an unrestrained monster let loose in the streets, a vicious beast who’d attacked a pacifist unprovoked the moment his chains were tested.

… But he wasn’t. Fuck, he really wasn’t.

Breaking out of Siobhan’s hold on his limbs, Kiaan wiped the tears welling in his eyes and shook his head, the world spinning around him as a dizzy spell threatened to knock him over. “I-I’m sorry, just— just forget it.” Leaving just those final, broken words whispered on the winter breeze, the son of Nirriti vanished in a shadowy haze, flitting off into the darkness of the quiet alleys between the dorms in the near distance.

She was glad to see Kiaan finally come to from whatever state he’d been forced into. She listened intently to his explanation, her gaze narrowing in sharply at Ikenna. What had that godforsaken man done to Kiaan to make him assault his friend and how could she make him regret it? Giving Ikenna a run for his money wasn’t exactly the most important thing to worry about though. Making sure Kiaan was alright was her number one priority.

“Wait–” Siobhan reached to touch Kiaan’s arm; her sparring partner definitely didn’t need to hole his feelings up inside himself right now. But too quick to stop, Kiaan disappeared in a shadowy second. “Fucking hell…” Siobhan grumbled, turning to Eva with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I’m going after him…” She slipped away from the quad, turning left towards the dorms. What did he expect? Usually, it was Kiaan being the persistent one. That’s how they’d become friends in the first place. It was about time she flipped that on her head. Siobhan was off; off to find her distressed friend and determined to chase down the King of Darkness to figure out what exactly occurred in the Quad.



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If there was one thing Carmen Canek looked forward to most, it was visiting Fortis. The town had anything and everything she needed. Guitar strings, good food, nice people, and most of all, it reminded her of home. Something about Fortis reminded her so much of the beachy shores of Acapulco and as much as the girl tried to avoid it, she often longed to return home to her family, to the winding roads of the coastal city, and the warmth of her siblings. The second best thing to going back home, though, was her trips to the Sacred Hearts Orphanage.

If Carmen could make her adult peers laugh and smile, she had her friends at Sacred Hearts tickled half to death. It wasn’t rare for the demigoddesses' face to feel sore from smiling, especially after afternoons with the kids at the orphanage. She’d trekked through thick snow, begrudgingly so, through Fortis until she ended up on the pathway to Sacred Hearts. While Carmen appreciated all seasons, winter happened to be her least favorite. She loved the sun, and she loved the summer sky. Summer meant home, it meant basking in a million different stars, it meant sun-kissed shoulders and late nights with her friends at Acapulco. She sighed wistfully as she thought of the fun summer would bring– she’d never been the kind of woman to not live in the present, but she was only human.

The kids were playing in the snow and Carmen silently patted herself on the back for bringing gloves and a thick coat– undoubtedly, there would be some snowballs thrown if not by a child, by her. Little hands worked heartily patting away at the snow to condense it into snowmen, snow forts, everything, and anything a child could think of making with snow, it had been attempted in the yard of Sacred Hearts.

Her arrival went unnoticed for all of thirty seconds before two kids noticed her standing with her hands in her pockets. “CARMEN!” Yelped a little girl with a head of curly hair. The little girl came barreling towards Carmen and it was all she could do to catch her in her arms before landing in the soft snow. “¡Dios mío, Lucy!” Carmen picked herself up from the snow which left a Carmen-sized imprint in. “You’re too big to come tackling me anymore!” Lucy’s arms stayed around Camen and the small woman reluctantly picked the girl up. “Fine, fine! But this is the last time.” Benjamin, Lucy’s sister, stood quietly to the side, waiting to be acknowledged by the Mythos student. “Ay, Benjamin! A new red coat?” She straightened out the collar, readjusting his hat. “And you get to test it out in this weather? How lucky are you?” She grinned at him, letting Lucy down before getting a fun idea.

She squatted down to the kids' levels, leaning in conspiratorially. “How about this? How do you two feel about a snowball fight?” It was as if stars filled up their eyes at that suggestion and Carmen grinned nefariously, waving them to the side. “Help me make some ammunition, how about it?” The three went to work making snowballs as if they were a snowball-making machine and once the team of three felt satisfied with their stash, Carmen grabbed one with a gloved hand. “Are you guys ready?” She whispered, before winding her arm up and letting the snowball go.

Lucy and Benjamin erupted with laughter as the snowball was released, picking up their own and waiting for retaliation. Carmen, however, realized that her aim was not intended for the woman in the brown skirt surrounded by children. The snowball had hit her square in the back and Carmen gasped, over her mouth, eyes wide in anticipation of the scolding she was about to get by the unfamiliar woman.








daughter
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carmen.













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from shadow to shadow kiaan leapt, stumbling here and tripping there until he finally reached the isolated safe haven of an empty walkway between legatum and viribus. the effervescent snow that crunched beneath his booted feet resounded like mocking laughter in his ringing ears, taunting, jeering, pointing at his teetering form like a volatile zoo spectacle broken free of its enclosure.

ikenna— how dare he.

in the face of cautious greetings and restless glances throughout his entire academic career at mythos, kiaan's one true solace came in the form of laying low away from the social scene, silently giving out love and comfort just as much as he received it from the ones he cherished. just mind your business, take care of your people, and chase your own bag— abiding by this motto had worked perfectly swell for him until this moment, allowing him to operate in his isolated space with the peace of mind that the ones who understood his heart were still there, present, supporting him and leaning on him in the kind of solidarity and trust that only years of shared trials and tribulations could nurture.

all to come crumbling down in the blink of an eye, faster than ikenna could say 'go.' what a fucking joke.

kiaan's breaths came ragged as he slowed to an unsteady stop outside legatum, fully prepared to pass out against the frigid bricks before his gaze landed upon an unusual figure, bundled up in an eccentric assortment of wrappings as they lay paralyzed in the snow lining the walkways between the dorms.

'please tell me that's not a dead body. please please please tell me that's not a fuckin' dead body.'

he approached gingerly, brow furrowing and eyes squinting in an attempt to make out who the mysterious person lying dormant in the cold might be. perhaps a young daughter of ullr, the norse god of snow, hibernating for the first time since the seasons changed? or maybe a son of aggayu, yoruba god of heat, cooling off after a long day of using his powers? either way, they posed far less of a threat than whatever mess might've brewed in kiaan's turbulent mind had he been left to his own devices, mental balance thrown off kilter from the day's events as suffocating bitterness gripped him in its soul-crushing grip.

the closer he got, the stronger the permeating scent of despair emanating off their still body gripped his heart, a silent cry unheard by the masses but deafening to the son of nirriti. 'phew. they're alive.' it overwhelmed him, choked him, stole the shaky air from his lungs and knocked him off balance as he flopped down onto the snowy path beside them.

"are you—" kiaan attempted, but stopped to clear his throat when his hoarse voice caught. what was he planning on asking, anyways? of course they weren't okay. his own troubles momentarily forgotten, he tried again, firmer this time as his voice fogged up the winter air.

"is freezing to death a hobby of yours? not trying to knock your hustle, but... this kind of sucks... no offense." a brief, heavy pause. "you are breathing, right?"








4th child of nirriti



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MOOD: mad as hell idiots

LOCATION: The Quad
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TL;DR two angry idiots can't talk about their feelings and yell at each other instead
TL;DR
Laurie And Issah
Passion is...it's fire. And fire is great. But we're made of water. Water is how we keep living. Water is what we need to survive.
Laurie stumbled back as Issah begrudgingly came to her aid– she hated calling out for him like that. She didn’t need anyone to take care of her, but Kiaan was too strong and her brain went into flight or fight mode and Issah was her flight. Thankfully, the man came to her side, subduing the fighty Kiaan as the two men brawled, she stumbled back until her back hit the cool pillars she’d once rested again. Her hands clutched her throat, taking small breaths to regain her composure. It was difficult. Deep breaths quickly turned rapid and Laurie’s nails dug into her hand, leaving crescent-shaped indentations.

She wanted to get the fuck out of there but the crowd eagerly soaking up the violent scene in front of them trapped her in. These brainless morons couldn’t get enough blood, could they? Her chest felt tight as if someone was pressing down with their foot. She felt suffocated. By the crowd, by the aching skin of her neck, everything.

Before long, the redhead gladiator pulled that animal Kiaan off Issah and dragged him away. Thank gods. She thought, sighing out in relief. What that idiot crowd didn’t know was one drop of Kiaan’s blood and they’d all be dead. Suicidal maniacs. Without the excitement of a fight, the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving the two disheveled roommates to recover. Ikenna and Kiaan would face her wrath, sooner or later. She didn’t care who she had to send after them but they would pay for even daring to snap at her or lay a finger on her. Assholes.

Voices all around were only implied, they ricocheted against a shell of shielding bones and gasps – a duet of strained men. A pair of demigoddesses stepped in the picture – attempting to resolve his friend gone loose and they did. Veni. Vidi. Vici. The memory of the daughter of death and fates slipped his mind or more so her immense strength when she picked Kiaan up like a pet. A hostile dog. He had always savored her unapologetic relentlessness but not her way of words, her accent a vile mocking, a josh.

Freed from Kiaan’s punches in his gut, Issah managed to sit up. Black locks demolished by the mix of snow and dirt clung to his forehead. A hot sigh blazed icy air and the clouds formed a spectacle of darkened clouds forming a wall on the canvas of the sky. Issah was fuming inside. “What in the…,” he mumbled, teeth grinding. The demigod heaved himself up, doused in wetness from snow, his clothes clung to his body. “Ikenna, you fucking bastard!” he shouted. His eyes scanned the vanishing circle and the man in question had evaporated with it. “Where is that fucker?” One he did see was Laurie. But even the sight of her didn’t diminish his anger. “Not so clever of you..this action, was it? Look at you..,” he scolded. “You okay..?” It was not a question of sincerity, more so one of manners. Manners Issah only just possessed.

Her eyes were trained on Issah, watching as he rose from his defeat. For once in her life, she wasn’t going to make fun of him for fighting. In fact, Laurie perhaps would’ve thanked her roommate had he not... you know... been himself. She should’ve expected the snappy words, given his state of heightened anger, but it still felt like a sharp sting to her chest. She was already in a vulnerable state, on the verge of panic and just barely bringing herself back, and Issah had the fucking audacity to scold her? To essentially say ‘I told you so’. Had she been a more violent person, she would’ve hit him right then and there, straight on his ass.

“Fuck you.” Laurie seethed out, shaking her head at his shitty attempt at being polite. Issah Habib didn’t have a polite bone in her body. Looking at Issah as if he would ever be her friend was a bad mistake on her part– a miscalculation. She assumed just because they’d slept together, just because they were roommates, just because she didn’t hate him to his core, that they could get along once– or maybe show an ounce of empathy to each other but that was impossible for the stingy pair.

“Go fuck yourself, Issah!” She exclaimed, now more irritated at the man as she brushed past him, fists balled up. She needed to get back to her room and lock herself up until she felt better. Or scream at the wall until her throat felt hoarse and dry. She needed to get away from all this shit that was pissing her off, including her pompous savior. Couldn’t he see how terrifying that was for her? A man twice her size pouncing on her and choking her out? How could he not understand Laurie’s panic at that moment? How could he chastise her for calling for his help? It wasn’t like he didn’t agree with her on everything she said. Just because his idiot friend was involved didn’t mean he had to get mad at her. Prick...

Answers made of thorns, his hands bled from any attempt to touch. It stung in his ears as bushy brows furrowed. “What the fuck?” he took a step forward, not attempting to wipe snow from his coat. Her shoulder jostled against his as his hand reached for her wrist. “That’s your thanks? Make me bail you out, fight your damn battle and what I get is a fuck you with sprinkles on top? Are you fucking serious, Laurie?” Confusion was the storm clouds forming on top of their heads. How could she not see how unfair she was being? Was she even able to grasp that he swallowed Kiaan’s vicious punches in order to keep him busy, off of her? Bruises formed internally, a pulling pain a souvenir of the brawl.

“Fuck you then.” Tones pretending indifference hauled through the air as he instantly let go of her wrist after getting his word in. “What’s your damn problem..,” Issah mumbled as if he wasn’t a part of the problem. And while all of it was true, that Issah generally enjoyed her company when Laurie wasn’t a pain in the ass, it was her who got him the most outraged, two double-sided lit matches, one end soaked in gasoline, the other in alcohol.

Two volatile demigods stood at ends with each other– had there been a crowd around them, perhaps their sudden verbal attacks at each other would seem strange. After all, weren’t they just fighting on the same side moments prior? But the two roommates, both stubborn and prideful in their own accords, refused to admit fault. Refused to vocalize their upset in any way that didn’t include cursing or harsh insults. Laurie hated that Issah made her feel weak, Issah felt longing for gratitude of some kind– two goals that would never be completed as long as they were… themselves.

Issah’s grip on her wrist made Laurie stumble, eyes wide in shock that he would dare touch her as if he had any right to stop her after spilling such audacious and unkind words to her. The demigoddesses flamed with anger but did not move, eyebrows furrowing and harsh gaze boring holes into Issah’s form, as if she could make him disappear with one glare. Unfortunately with her, Issah stayed unmoving and very real in front of her. Harsh words sat on the tip of her tongue, begging Laurie to let them leap from her mouth and pierce Issah– however, she bit her tongue, knowing whatever weak emotions were making her feel angry with him would intertwine with the daggers she’d spit at him. “Yes, I’m fucking serious.” She seethed out. “Dead serious.”

Jerking her wrist away from him, she shook her head, taking a small step back in the snow. “You’re an asshole, Issah. You know that?” Issah was an asshole, she was a bitch. Whatever. They both knew that. But daggers can only thrash against each other so long before beginning to chip. Laurie wouldn’t admit it, but they were both chipping, sharp edges becoming dull and weak to the attacks of the others. “Whatever. Thanks for your fucking help. Now you can leave me the fuck alone and make someone else feel like shite.” Throwing up her middle finger, she turned on her heel yet again, needing to put some distance between herself and him. He could sleep outside the room for all she cared.

It wasn’t often that a fire blazed brighter and hotter than his own, but for a mere moment, Issah felt that any additional touch would leave a burn mark on the tips of his fingers. And so he let it be despite his urge to block her way, to make her grow frustrated at his sheer existence (she already was). Asshole, jerk, bastard. All of these didn’t imply meaning in the slightest, all of these were shouted or whispered in his presence or behind his back, and he grew tired of it. How was it that he was the asshole, the jerk, the bastard; always, but he was the one who got shit done?
A fate even damn Siobhan most likely couldn’t interpret.

When anger issues met hyperactivity, they held hands tight and fused like milk in coffee. A swirl of blustering chaos that was the color of his iris. Issah refrained from adding another word while clenching his jaw hard. Same goes for you, Laurie. What a fucking bitch, he thought.
With Kiaan gone from the scene and Laurie angered to her core – he didn’t feel like returning to the dorm in the next few hours in the slightest. This was the hardest about living with someone like her, returning to a dorm wafted in gunpowder. When a ceasefire was a state of mind broken by a glance or cough, weapons sharp and rested for the next strike. Not even at home, he’d have his peace.

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[ SCENE THREE— THE FORMAL. ]

The ballroom was truly a thing of magnificence. It sparkled in the light, adorned with precious crystals and ice that would not melt until the event was over. It was a scene pulled straight from a fairytale, a ball that the mortal aristocracy could only dream of. The attendees were much that same. Students and staff alike were dressed in their finest ball gowns and suits, matching the theme of the event to the T. With warm food to fill their bellies and live entertainment to keep them occupied, there was a buzz of excitement in the air.

Though there was no mistaking the tension in the air as well. Snide looks and mocking comments were hidden behind silk gloves and fake smiles. There was a not so clear divide between the students but those who were observant could see it as clear as day. There was no saying how the night would go with these emotions at an all time high.

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MOOD: brr.

OUTFIT: take a guess.

LOCATION: nurses office
basics
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TL;DR get your head out of the clouds!
tl;dr
ki & eula
in the end, i remembered that little word ...

[A time before the ball.]

Perhaps this was a punishment. For not being grateful to the Gods or whatever for her ‘gift.’ Maybe if Eula had acted just a tiny bit more happy about all the recent developments in her life, she wouldn’t be laying in a snowbank with the inability to move any part of her body.

Or maybe Eula should have just accepted that her life actually sucks at the moment and that trying to conquer the cold was a shitty, shitty idea.

Letting a feeble sneeze that was mostly muffled by her scarf, Eula could only stare up at the dreary sky above her. God, even her view sucked. The sky was the most boring shade of gray, which of course it was. It was the middle of the fucking winter. As she forced her eyes open and closed once again, all Eula could focus on was wiggling her toes and fingers every few seconds. It was a feeble task that she was slowly losing the power to do, but it was better than immediately letting them get frostbite, right?

Honestly, she couldn’t even answer that question. She couldn’t even remember what she had just asked herself as her eyes drifted closed again. This time, she didn’t have the energy to peel them back open to stare at the ever-gray sky looming above her.

Her moment of silence however was just that; A moment. A weight landed near her in the snow, though she wasn’t able to turn her head or even open her eyes to see exactly what it was. Thankfully, the mysterious weight began talking only a moment later.

“Is freezing to death a hobby of yours? Not trying to knock your hustle, but... this kind of sucks…”

There was a pause. It wasn’t like Eula could exactly answer at the moment.

"You are breathing, right?"

Unfortunately, Eula was breathing. Though that fact was seeming less and less guaranteed as the minutes ticked on. Who was this dude? Is he trying to be funny right now? Because Eula wasn’t laughing.

Well, to be fair, she wasn’t doing anything at the moment.

A large inhale racked her body as she attempted to gather up strength for her next task. Her intention was to sit up, perhaps ask him for a bit of assistance walking to the nurse's office so she could warm up. At the very least, she wanted to get moved inside.

Instead, a pathetic little whimper escaped her lips and she barely raised her hand to grab at his own. She couldn’t even open her eyes at this point, due to the fact that her watering eyes had more or less frozen her eyelashes together.

Well, she tried at least.

In the midst of his own distress, the distinct scent of something notably off tickled Kiaan’s nose as the shivering person reached for his hand, her delicate voice barely audible over the frigid winter breeze. On closer inspection, it seemed like his new friend had been lying there for quite some time, if the frosty particles gluing her eyes shut and deathlike pallor of her skin were any indication. Whoever she was, she desperately needed medical attention,

“Fuck, um— okay, let me just… I’m gonna bring you to the infirmary, okay?” His own woes already nearly forgotten, Kiaan hoisted the mysteriously dying person up into his arms, cradling her head against his chest in the hopes that the slight warmth might help her regain some feeling in her stiff facial muscles. “Excuse me for this…”

Despite the cascading snowflakes hindering his vision and the icy pavement’s frictionless surfaces, the journey to the infirmary remained hasty and uneventful as they traveled through the shadows, arriving outside the top-class clinic within a matter of minutes where a frantic group of nurses instantly jumped into action upon viewing the girl’s near-hypothermic state. ‘What happened? Where did you find her? How long was she there?’ Kiaan answered their barrage of questions as quickly as he could through the fog of his exhaustion-induced delirium from where he slouched down onto a folding chair nearby, eyelids heavier than a free weight as the crash from the day’s thrills finally overtook him and he fell asleep against the wall at last.

Several hours later, the son of Nirriti awoke suddenly to the feeling of something cold being pressed to his index finger. Panic surged through his nervous system as he attempted to place the sensation through his post-nap confusion. ‘They’re gonna touch my blood… No, no, no— I have to stop them!’ His free hand shot up and clamped around the wrist of whoever was treating him in a vice-like grip, forcing them to drop the tool in their fingers as a pained squeak left their lips.

“Do not take my blood. Ever,” he warned firmly with narrowed eyes, voice low and gravelly from dehydration after the impromptu nap. “It’ll be the last thing you ever fuckin’ do— and that’s not a threat.”

“I— I was just taking your vitals…” The poor, startled nurse gulped and shakily gestured towards the beeping device on the floor, a non-invasive tool meant to monitor his heart rate without so much as a prick. “Y-You seemed abnormally fatigued, so… Just call if you need anything…”
Without another word of farewell, the nurse picked up her tools and scurried out of the room, leaving him alone to sink back into his chair once again. ‘Fuck, my head hurts. Fuck me.’ On closer inspection, however, Kiaan belatedly remembered that he was, in fact, not alone at all, if the girl on the bed with large, dazzling butterfly wings was any indication.

Kiaan had heard cursory rumors of a bug-like legacy existing around Mythos— Eulalia, was her name— a particularly standoffish individual with unwieldy wings who had borne the brunt of some nasty acts of bullying in their time on campus. His jaw tensed at the thought of such malice; these were the same kids he shared a cafeteria with, disguising themselves as harmless bystanders all the while touting themselves as superior beings and tormenting those who didn’t align with their vision of power and prosperity. No wonder Eulalia wasn’t too keen on interacting with demigods on a regular basis.

With this perspective in mind, Kiaan stood from the seat he’d been splayed across all day and stretched his limbs, bones popping one after another as he prepared to head home and give this girl some privacy after what was, in all likelihood, probably a very shitty day. Physical discomfort aside, he couldn’t shake the intensity of the despair he’d faced when he first encountered her paralyzed body, emanating off her in waves as though she didn’t even dare to hope for better. Though her eyes were presently closed, Kiaan doubted she was actually unconscious, considering the sharp exclamations that had just erupted moments prior.

Still, regardless of whether she was faking it or just genuinely that deeply asleep, he spoke quietly, saying his piece before departing the hospital room for good. “Stop by the greenhouse whenever it becomes too much to handle. I can help you, if you’ll let me.” Kiaan checked his watch and grimaced at the late hour displayed in neon blue text, moving to slip out the door at last. “Till next time… take care, kid.”

When Kiaan finally spoke to her, Eula made the decision to open up one eye. Specifically, the eye that had slowly melted into a bright golden hue over the past few years of her life. She didn’t intentionally pick that eye to watch him begin to leave, but it’s hard to remember that one of your eyes is no longer a natural hue. Most people would find the sudden heterochromia something to revel at and rejoice, but for Eula, it was another stark reminder of her ineptitude.

“You know, I’m not actually a kid. We’re practically the same age,” she said, keeping her arms crossed under her head. She had been positioned to lay on her stomach, presumably to keep her wings from getting even more damaged. Unconsciously, the young woman was slowly flexing them open and closed. It seems no damage had been done, though part of her had silently wished they’d just snap off.

It would have saved her a lot of trouble.

“But thank you. I don’t think a lot of people actually would carry someone all the way to the nurse's office. Probably because they don’t have the core strength to actually do it,” she began, before shutting her one eye to grimace at herself. What a wonderful and appropriate comment she just made.

“Listen, I’ll be honest,” she started again, this time opening both eyes to peer at Kiaan. “And I hope you don’t take offense to this, but I don’t even know your name. At least tell me that before I heed your very mysterious and vague advice to meet you at the greenhouse,” she said, before adding a small but slightly forced smile. It seems she was still somewhat in pain, but well enough to crack jokes.


“Just the name will do, too. You seem itching to run out of here after that little confrontation with the nurse there. Which you were right about, she should have had your consent to take your blood. I also realize I’m rambling after I just mentioned you needing to leave pretty quickly, soo…” She trailed off, giving him an expectant look.

Above her, her wings opened and closed. Opened and closed, and opened and closed.

Kiaan paused on his way out, a small, startled smile tugging at his lips upon hearing Eulalia speak for the first time. Her rebuttal towards being called a kid landed on deaf ears, given her delicate frame and rather fun-sized height, not making a dent on his perception of her at all. ‘Cute.’ Instead of directly answering her question, however, he reached out and gingerly touched her pinky finger, ever-so-slightly transferring some of her pain onto himself and replacing it with a refreshing calmness not unlike waking from a power nap on a warm day. If she took some time to mull it over once she was discharged, between this ability of his and the darkness that seemed to hover around him like a ghostly cloak, she’d deduce his identity as well as the reason she may wish to seek him out down the line on her own soon enough.

“You can call me Ki,” he offered unhelpfully, retracting his hand and shoving them in his pockets as he backed away once again. “I’m not in a rush, but you really should rest some more, stretch your wings and all. I’ll see you around, Eulalia.” With that, he gave a tiny, two-fingered wave and departed at long last, gently clicking the door shut behind him and retreating to the safety and comfort of his quiet, dimly-lit dorm room.
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"i can't believe that loud-mouthed bitch still bothers to show her face around here. pathetic at best. talk about not reading the room, am i right?"

"oh, you mean that legacy? valerie or whatever? i heard she slept her way into the last asanbosam mission, the one that she botched." a condescending sneer, lips curled back obnoxiously. "ha, what a tryhard. shame those monsters didn't humble her enough."

around the corner of the dj stand where he'd been waiting to request a kid cudi song, kiaan leisurely sipped his lavender blueberry gin cocktail as he listened in to the searing conversation the two young demigods were broadcasting at the top of their lungs, eyebrows quirked at the mention of the mission he'd been previously charged to lead. were they implying that she'd offered him sexual favors in order to be cast on the team? how amusing. valeria wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole.

"no, not that one— i'm talking about laurie. i mean, not that i don't agree with her, but she just had to run her big ass mouth and drag that oaf ikenna into it. because of that whole shitshow, we're probably all on that scary shadow dude's hitlist." he continued in a lower tone, wary of being detected though already several condemning statements too late. "that hellish son of nirriti— he's so creepy, seriously. i get chills whenever i see him in class. all the teachers insist that he's super dangerous, but that was the first time we ever got to see it in person." he tsked disapprovingly. "but after all that hype, why'd he have to be on the legacies' side—"

"boo." a saccharine smile, dripping in faux-politeness. "oh, don't look at me like that— it's a party! c'mon, lighten up a little!" kiaan draped his burly arms around both of their shoulders, stacked tray of drinks teetering precariously in his grip as he pulled them into his sides with an iron-like embrace. "so what was that about me being on someone's side? go on, ask away— i'm an open book after all." a few moments of tense silence and a missy elliot verse later, no response came, leaving him little choice but to save the gentle hazing he'd had in mind for another time. they were young and easily impressionable by the sounds of it; one way or another, they'd no doubt learn from their bigoted mistakes without his assistance in no time. "no? hm, shame— and here i thought we could all dissect my scary, dangerous character together, as a class. wouldn't that be fun?"

despite his cherry-coated words, the predatory glint to kiaan's obsidian eyes sent a shiver of terror down the underclassmen's spines as they shrunk into themseleves, barely mustering a smile to mask their shifty expressions as they made some excuse about meeting up with friends and zoomed away across the ballroom. kiaan sighed in disappointment at their lack of bravery before promptly forgetting that they existed at all in pursuit of his own friend group, wondering if they'd already begun dancing without him.

siobhan, ophelia, and himself had begun the night with a generous helping of his own house moonshine ("it doesn't even taste like gasoline this time, i swear!") and round after round of shots, dedicated to fucking up their kidneys in exchange for the most raucous night of their lives. heavens knew they needed it after such an arduous winter, especially with tensions piling as high as they had until then. if some shit was about to go down at this congregation of boneheads, they needed to be properly inebriated to enjoy the show. despite the liquor-heavy pregame, he still made sure to dress to the nines for the winter ball, adorned in a classic dress shirt with a black tie, a long, flowing trench coat with matching flare slacks, and spotless white kicks for proper support on the dance floor.

now, armed with four cups— one for each of them and another for the road— and a flask of his own mystery concoction, kiaan returned to the area near the hors d'oeuvres where he'd last seen his comrades, eyes squinting in concentration as though that might help him spot them among the crowd. a few casual greetings and one drink down the hatch later, however, kiaan finally spotted them across the ways and began making his way over, ever-so-grateful for his towering height as he peered out over the sea of bopping heads.

"excuse me! beep beep! oh, hey, freda, that dress looks stunning on you— sorry, coming through!"









4th child of nirriti



kiaan.













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Readjusting the silky fabric of her dress, Siobhan shifted from left to right like a nervous, antsy person who was looking worried– or excited– for something. Truth was, Siobhan hadn’t been this nervous in a very, very long while. Perhaps it was wearing a dress, the satin fabric creating static electricity that would shock her every few moments, maybe it was the sparkling ball room, bright, effervescent, and magnificent. Or maybe it was the looming Gladiator Match While all of those could’ve been very real contributors to the tight knot which gnawed at Siobhan’s stomach, she chalked the feeling up to two things: the choking atmosphere of tension and hatred and having a proper date to this thing for the first time since she arrived at Mythos. Friend date. But still. It counted. Even if it was just Kiaan.

Something strange filled the air and every fiber of Siobhan’s body screamed for her to acknowledge it. The hair on her arms stood straight up, and generally, she felt as if she was dangling off of an unstable cliff, waiting to go cascading down to a bottomless abyss. She couldn’t help it though– maybe faulty abilities or something. Or perhaps the Winter Ball was going to go down in flames. She didn’t know which was worse– something actually happening, or her body thinking it was going to.

But what better way to drown out dull discomfort than with alcohol? Thankfully, her two dearest friends were fantastic at encouraging her drinking habits, especially before the ball. Siobhan sort of neglected to tell Ophelia she and Kiaan were going to the ball together as a pair– but friends didn’t make a big deal over these sorts of things, did they? And simply inviting their shared friend over to have a few drinks seemed perfectly normal. Siobhan was a certified genius.

“I’m just saying– When he wrote the play he didn’t want anyone to express meaning in it,” Siobhan explained to Ophelia, warm from booze and happy to prattle her roommates' ears off for once. “So when people went around saying ‘oh this is about god, this is about god! They’re waiting for god!’ they were spewing a load of shite. But that gets into a question on intention versus perception, yeah? That’s a fuckin’ weird thing to discuss. But it’s super important. Like am I right just ‘cause I’m the consumer of the art? Shite, it’s cold. I hate winter. Are you having a good time?”

Siobhan managed to get half of it out in one breath, bombarding her roommate with a million different things all at once. But the quiet demigoddess usually came out of her shell like this after a couple drinks and she’d drank more than just a few drinks. “Where the hell is Kiaan? I need something to drink…” She turned on her heel from the fellow daughter of death, squinting through the crowd at Kiaan’s quickly approaching form. Throwing her arm with a wide grin, she began to wave frantically at the King of Darkness. “Kiaan! Ki! We’re over here! Come on, Ophelia–” She went to grab Ophelia’s hand but stopped herself, remembering her roommate's dislike of being touched out of the blue. “I think he sees us. Actually. Heh.” She crossed her arms over herself before realizing Kiaan was carrying four drinks by himself. Drinks that definitely wouldn’t wash out of the white everyone was wearing. “Be right back.” She grinned at Ophelia, weaving through the crowd to meet their companion and assist with his haul.

“Took you long enough,” The woman shot at him, taking two of the drinks quickly from him before turning to maneuver through the crowd back to Ophelia. “Did you get caught talking to one of the Professors or something?” She snorted. “Ophelia and I were totally dying of thirst over there. OPHELIA! We’ve returned with delicious drinks! Did you miss me?”







daughter
of mórrígan



siobhan.













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Nothing, and she meant, nothing was going Laurie’s way and she was not happy about it. Starting off with Ikenna’s little legacy meltdown, resulting in horrible blemishes around her throat from his dog Kiaan and ending with the tense dorm room she returned to for the past week. Even as the ball approached, the roommates hadn’t spoken to each other a single time, only icy stares and cold shoulders in passing. She didn’t see Issah much– not that she wanted to. He’d scorned her past the point of forgiveness. Laurie Jeong was tired of idiot meathead men and the farther she could get from them, the better. And Ophelia happened to be the first– and the most attractive– woman to come across her path.

Laurie was always blunt, she didn’t beat around the bush when she went for things she wanted. And she wanted Ophelia. (Or, she wanted to get revenge on Issah, but what was the difference?) Approaching the Daughter of Death one day, the demigoddess laid it out plainly: “You’re going to the winter formal with me.” She’d stated quickly, hands on her hips, chest puffed out. For a woman of her stature, she exuded the confidence of a giant. “Unless you have a date. Then just show up with them. If not– I’ll see you there.” She shot Ophelia a smile that held a million different bits of subtext. But it was a smile not many got to be on the receiving end of.

But she’d shot her shot. And secretly hoped and prayed to Iris that Ophelia would actually show up looking decent and being the perfect arm candy for her revenge plot. I don’t need Issah. I can get anything I want on my own.

Issah was only the first in a long list of individuals she would offer retribution to. Kiaan and Ikenna were the next, only, there was a bit more meticulous planning that needed to be had by the woman. There were far more intricacies to their punishment. Laurie often caught herself thinking up grand ways to enact her revenge. But that could wait. One revenge plan at a time. Sometimes, Laurie doubted that the right goddess claimed her. Most of the times, she felt like a daughter of revenge rather than the fucking goddess of rainbows and flowers and shit.

And as she brushed glitter on her face, lined her lips with a brighter red lipstick and ran oils through her thick hair, she embodied that very feeling– crossing Laurie wasn’t an offense that would go well for the one perpetrating it.

She’d never been one to show up early to events unless they were classes and the winter formal was no different. The woman showed up approximately 20 minutes late, fashionable, of course, standing in the entryway and scanning over the bodies that filled the space. Where was Ophelia? And a drink? Alcohol and a hot babe was what she needed to blow off steam before she saw Issah. Or he saw her. Whichever came first.

Finally, amidst the moving bodies, Laurie spotted Ophelia and started her path straight for the woman, not bothering to excuse herself through the sea of persons. “Ophelia.” Laurie finally met the girl, shamelessly eyeing her up and down. What? She could appreciate a pretty thing. Eyeing the irritating red head that was often associated with Kiaan Mehta, she cut her off, standing in front of Ophelia. “You look incredible.”







daughter
of iris



laurie.













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Frozen winds whipped his bare back, a triangle shaped cutout exposed a tan despite wintery months and the gentle curve of a spine. Ezra wore the suit picked out by Zahra and by now he had learned to wear it with pride. He adjusted his cuffs every now and then to cover wrists that tended to shiver from the cold. To let the music move him around, to dance, presented the best way to stay warm. Just yet he didn’t spot Zahra who’d radiate warmth with a revealing dress and her divine powers. Instead, his eyes caught Carmen’s. Eyebrows raised as an attempt to say ‘hello’ which wouldn’t be heard across the crowd between them.

° ° °
​
Carmen wasn’t cold– how could she be when she was throwing some killer moves on the dance floor. If Carmen Canek was one thing, she was the life of a party. Throwing sick moves, dancing like her life depended, and having enough energy to fuel the entire dance circle, the woman stumbled out panting, happy, and with a wide grin on her face. "Don’t go crazy without me!" She announced, searching for water or any substance that could replenish her body and get her back out on the dance floor. She didn’t drink but she didn’t need to– she was high on life. And something else but– "Oh Ezra!" She shouted from across the crowd, throwing her hand up to wave at him, lest she get swallowed in the crowd. "Oh my gosh, dude, this outfit is–" She gestured up and down. "Killer!"

° ° °
​
As Carmen approached, Ezra received a glimpse of her own outfit. She was dressed as the night herself, bodies of light tangled in her dress like proud treasures, each one carefully sewn into the sky. "Thank you," he laughed and was taken aback by the energy she pulled him in. "Talking about yourself, no? I like that you went for something dark," he complimented. The crowd consisted mostly of white clouds, students dressed in whites and beiges, a sky of brides and grooms it seemed. The scent of burnt rubber among other things traveled up his nose and Ezra leaned in and found the smell clinging to Carmen’s dress. "You smell a little funky," he laughed. "Think about me next time."His eyes roamed the dance floor.
"Mind if I join you for a dance?"

° ° °
​
Carmen opened her arms up, as if basking in Ezra’s compliments. She dressed for the god on that night– and not just the winter deities. All the gods. "Thank you, thank you! You know me. Gotta swim upstream." The woman went for a bow like a performer finishing a play. At his observation, Carmen covered her mouth. It was hilarious. Of course, everything was hilarious, but this was even more hilarious. Pressing a finger to her lips, she spilled out a quick ‘shh’, as if she’d get in trouble if anyone found out. She wouldn’t. But part of her still felt like she was a teenager sneaking to the beach to smoke after school and hiding from her siblings. Clasping her hands over his shoulder, she nodded, pushing him towards the drink table. "I need water." The woman pronounced as she made a b-line towards said beverage. "And then we can tear up the dance floor." Quickly replenishing her body, she flashed a grin up to Ezra and nodded her head up at him. “¡Vamos!¡Bailar, Ezra! ¡Bailar!" Let’s go! Dance, Ezra! Dance! Carmen announced, grabbing his arm to tug him out onto the dance floor.

° ° °
​
Loud exclamations rang in his ears, it was time to dance and get lost in an ocean of people, making moves and feeling the groove. Ezra let Carmen pull him into the current and the music changed to a banger which made the two of them freak out with wide eyes. Steps and twirls shared with mouths lipsyncing lyrics that didn’t make much sense but they were felt to their cores. In between Ezra geared up on alcohol to cloud his mind and let his limbs flow. As eyes roamed the floor, they caught a figure not quite beaten in divinity, ravishing but forbidden. The daughter of Ix Chel caught his glance that lasted a second longer than appropriate for broken ups. Ezra turned his head at last for only his profile to pose. He couldn’t tell how much time he had spent dancing with Carmen and her friends but by the time he took a break from it all, his hands had turned warm and a few strands of curls stuck to his forehead which he wiped away. "I’ll catch a break. See you later."

An hour passed between his dance with Carmen and her companions. With the glass half empty (no it was not half full), ice cubes were the only reason for the liquid to appear more plentiful. The Limoncello on Ice was not his favorite, Ezra concluded and he already thought about giving the Espresso Martini a chance after. Being granted a sip of Siobhan’s glass, Ezra deemed it worthy of a try. He carried his glass by his chest and went on the lookout for a spot to sit. Many of the couches were already occupied by students in puffed gowns and crossed legs, pearls of laughter on strings of clasped hands. But one couch was not. Eva’s gown flowed from her shoulders to her heels and Ezra caught himself taking a bold step on ebbed sand, only a matter of time for the flow to return and drown him out.

Ezra could hold his liquor well and despite being too far gone to sober up in the next hour, he circled the sofa and sat down next to Eva Alvarez. As they faced each other for a moment before looking away, whether timid or awkward or wary, it did not matter. "What are you drinking?" Ezra asked.









legacy of enyo



ezra.













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Draped in frozen beads of ice, off-white and light blues tangled in his traditional Sherwani. Usually worn to weddings and special occasions, Issah didn’t shun to show off clothes of his culture and proudly wore the suit with a long Pashmina scarf dangling from his shoulder over his arm, down to his legs.

Slicked back hair shimmered in dimmed disco lights as two glasses in his hands reflected blues and purples and mirrored them back to where they appeared from. His date waited for him by the dance floor, his promised dance. He had picked up Kita from her room in Viribus and left with her to the ball, posing as the gentlemen he was not, opening doors and kissing her hand for greetings, leading her to the place of action with her hand tangled in his arm. Issah put on a charming smile, a well-made theater mask.

Pushing his way through the crowd, he noticed Kiaan’s head moving through a sea of bopping heads. “Ki!” he exclaimed and abandoned the goal of reaching Kita for a moment. Bad blood rushed through the veins of his dorm room and hence Issah had hoped to find refuge in Kiaan’s chambers but was met with closed doors (“He’s out. Don’t know when he’ll be back.”). Issah didn’t appreciate being evaded, especially when it was the son of Nirriti. Bubbles of crowds wouldn’t pop for Kiaan to escape, but really, what was his problem? He took most hits and should act sour (he was for a time).

As the dark haired man turned and Issah made his way towards him, they realized they had been appointed with the same role; the waiter, the deliverer of drinks, the provider of liquid. “I knew you were a cocktail man,” Issah addressed him. In fact Issah wanted to avoid the topic of their punch-up very much. He didn’t need apologies or humiliated glances to the side, they were pathetic. Their friendship didn’t work like this, he suspected, a stupid joke or a touch of trained man boobs and it was settled.

Kiaan’s eyes lit up once they landed on Issah’s approaching form, relief and guilt flooding his dilated pupils in tandem as he gave him a proper once-over. “Iss,” he breathed, just grateful that the man was even talking to him at all. They were fine— hiccups like the other night were just another day-in-the-life for these two. Still, that didn’t stop the son of Nirriti from pulling him into a tight hug, carefully avoiding knocking his tray against any bystanders as he squeezed his friend in in his embrace. “You look hot as fuck. Pakistan zindabad!” A tipsy giggle escaped his lips. “And, well, only hot people drink gin cocktails, so… guess you need to get yourself one of these, huh?”

Issah’s arms clasped Kiaan’s shoulder in equally tight embrace and chuckled back: "Pakistan zindabad, brother."
He gave Kiaan a pose in his white Sherwani as if he were to go on his own wedding, perhaps more scandalous as his collar didn't button all the way to the top but revealed tanned skin of his chest. “I know I look hot, you don’t gotta tell me.” He liked to be reminded though. “Looking good yourself. Stay hot and drink some more, it’s cold tonight,” Issah advised and winked at his bestie before blowing him a kiss through the air.

With two drinks in his hand, Issah made his descent down the stairs to return to his date that he had left like an awaiting wife for her soldier to make it back from the raging wars. Kita looked spectacular and he was going to let her know. As she made a step forward, Issah acted like he was going to run into her. "Woah, you gotta be careful and look both ways before you cross my mind," he grinned and handed his fencing partner her drink. "Anyone told you that you look something like a goddess yet?" Issah was going in a certain direction tonight (as for most balls). The goal was to get as drunk as he could without losing abilities to walk and spend the night in a bed that was not his own. He wouldn't be able to take Laurie's hostility any longer in the dorm. Perhaps Viribus beds were more comfortable than the ones in Silva…








son of teshub



issah.













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