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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Sif, goddess of earth and fertility

g o d d e s s o͏ f͏ t h e e a r t h
_{s i f. 
s i f.}

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	Emma Brooks | #8FBC8F ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Sif ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Earth, harvest, fertility, fuck off long hair ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse 🌱

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🌱 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒, 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓍𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝒻𝓁𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽}}

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^{Sifs hair was at first, just hair. Beautiful, golden and long for sure, but still...just hair. However after Loki rudely shore it all off and it was replaced by magically imbued locks, (wrought by the dwarves themselves) it became something more. Her golden tresses were able to change with her emotions, giving a glimpse into her inner self, of which she had never shown before. At first it was mortifying and embarrassing to be so naked but eventually she became able to control it. And this was fine until the fall. Now her control has lapsed once more and when her emotions become overwhelming, it can change. When she feels calm again it will go back to its normal state, and if she tries super hard, she can sometimes force an emotion (and consequently the colour & length of her hair). Usually though, it's more of a hassle than anything else.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🌱 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Violet 'V' Hansen ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 21 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ she's figuring it out, female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Influencer (or at least she's trying)

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🌱 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 🌱 Sif, the wife of Thor, goddess of the earth. Her life was one forever overshadowed by her husband, whom was always the source of worship and admiration. She knew no different so it wasn't a problem but it felt...lacking. She did love Thor, truly and he was deserving of the honours flourished upon him. But she also couldn't help but be drawn to another, if only from afar. Tyr, god of justice. The greatest of them all, or at least that's what they said. It wasn't about physical attraction (not that he wasn't gorgeous) but that he seemed to know and do what he wanted, when he wanted, and everything he chose to do was always the right thing. It made the young goddess reconsider her own life, one that resided in the shadows, in duty & diligence. The most exciting event being when Loki had chopped off all her hair, something which had frustrated her mostly because of how she'd been unable to stop herself crying about it. The magical golden hair crafted by the dwarves was good and all, but she was still pissed at the trickster. Entirely misjudging what Tyr himself would have done, Sif began to stray from her duties, and mortals began to notice that every few years or so they would have a bad harvest. Sif felt awful about this, of course, and it wasn't really purposeful but curiosity often got the best of her. She couldn't help but explore Asgard and Midgard whenever she got the opportunity. She would watch the other gods and godesses as they went about their duties, wondering if she dare summon up the courage to ask for more. It's not that she wanted to be them, and she never voiced this, but a small part of her did wonder that if they all tried to change, could Ragnarök be stopped? Then, when she was about to tell Thor her wishes, the fall happened... ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🌱 When Sif fell she was the perfect wife, a model goddess, a deity of the earth. She had been at the catalyst of change. Then came the dreaded sleep. She would later hear that many others woke and lived out lengthy lives amidst the mortals. But she did not, and whether that was bad or good fortune, she did not know. Her sleep was mainly nothingness, cold and empty, her consciousness barely present. Until she would have nightmares of Ragnarök and the nine realms, and sometimes dreams of Thor & the others. She had both infinite lifetimes and nothing at all. But, when she finally woke, Sif was not the same. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🌱 To see what this new life has to offer her, to be the person that she was seeking out prior to the fall. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🌱 Sleep, everlasting sleep.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Deimos, goddess of terror

g o d d e s s o͏ f͏ t e r r o r
_{d e i m o s. 
d e i m o s.}

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	Danielle Rose Russell | #40004D ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Deimos; Δεῖμος Formido Metus ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Terror & Dread ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek 🗡

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🗡 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔-𝒶-𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔-𝑜-𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈..𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓈..}}

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^{Once Deimos could sweep over battlefields, spreading terror and strife. Making formerly brave men run before the first swords had clashed, fuelling victory for whichever side her father had deemed worthy. After the fall her powers were drained and no longer could she cause such widespread chaos. Now, when she inflicts pain upon a person, their dread begins to amplify. The more pain she causes, the more they will begin to be paralysed by the feeling of terror, until they are left in a catatonic state. Causing the pain itself is sublime to the goddess but what is more sweet is the dread that lingers, the fear of suffering once again. It is this that Deimos feeds upon and which is the true source of her power. It creates an aura of terror around her which render anyone within frozen with fear.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🗡 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈...}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Cassandra 'Cassie' Hayes ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 25 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Pansexual, female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ It's a secret...shhhhh

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🗡 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{...𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 🗡 Deimos, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite, twin to fear. She was born from the entanglement of love and war, and represented the feeling that grips every man before battle - terror and dread. Her home was the battlefield and though Mount Olympus was open to them, the goddess rarely sought out its lofty peak. If she was not at war, then she would remain with the Spartans, the only men who dared to worship her. Elsewhere women were looked down upon and deemed not worthy to fight, but Sparta embraced their independence (something which Deimos loved, particularly as there were always some that would proclaim her a male). They were her people, she loved them intensely and she sulked for a century after the state was annexed. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🗡 Unlike her twin brother, Deimos never truly adapted to this new life. Terror and dread and slaughter filled her mind, and she could not understand that the world had changed. She wanted the land to burn but it did not. For decades she would sweep from place to place, striking mindless terror and pain into mortals, and would only stop when her brother stepped in. Her carelessness in this regard brought mortals upon her heels, who would toss her into prisons or asylums, where Deimos would relish in causing even more chaos. Unfortunately for Phobos, his sister liked to think of these as vacations and had a habit of trying to get herself sent back to the same places, be it under different aliases (to this day she still has a soft spot for playing dress up). In the 1950's, she was, by a large amount of luck and deceit, admitted into the US army. The structure and routine, as well as the familiar feeling of being in battle, calmed something inside her. Still, she never functioned well outside of it, but whilst she was there she could maintain a measure of restraint (if only because she was allowed to shoot at people). She went on to have stints in the Navy and Air Force. Particularly they found that she had a knack for interrogation and she spent much time both participating in and leading intelligence collection operations. Of course, this does not mean she was perfect by any means, and she has been at the receiving end of non-judicial punishments on several occasions. Despite her ability to function well in the strict military environment, Deimos still struggles when she is forced back into the real world. She easily can slip back into her old habits and tends to deal with her difficulties in a...variety of different ways. The goddess treads a fine line and often stumbles, falling into parts of herself that are wild and unchecked. Most of all, she tends to find it difficult to manage around the other gods. Deimos sees the other deities and finds only confusion & loneliness. They seem to fit, in their own ways, where she feels like a jigsaw piece that has been cut to the wrong size. It strikes at chords of jealousy inside her. Deep deep deep down, Deimos is as scared and lost as she makes those around her feel, and would do pretty much anything to go back to her old life. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🗡 To go back to her life prior to the fall. This 'mortal' life is not for her and she pines for the past, for her powers to be restored, for terror to spread across the land once more. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🗡 Being powerless. Deimos sees herself only as terror, only as dread. To not be able to strike these into the hearts of mortals would crush her mind, body and spirit.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Deimos, goddess of terror

g o d d e s s o͏ f͏ t e r r o r
_{d e i m o s. 
d e i m o s.}

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	Danielle Rose Russell | #40004D ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Deimos; Δεῖμος Formido Metus ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Terror & Dread ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek 🗡

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🗡 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔-𝒶-𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔-𝑜-𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈..𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓈..}}

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M A L A D Y
M A L A D Y

^{Once Deimos could sweep over battlefields, spreading terror and strife. Making formerly brave men run before the first swords had clashed, fuelling victory for whichever side her father had deemed worthy. After the fall her powers were drained and no longer could she cause such widespread chaos. Now, when she inflicts pain upon a person, their dread begins to amplify. The more pain she causes, the more they will begin to be paralysed by the feeling of terror, until they are left in a catatonic state. Causing the pain itself is sublime to the goddess but what is more sweet is the dread that lingers, the fear of suffering once again. It is this that Deimos feeds upon and which is the true source of her power. It creates an aura of terror around her which render anyone within frozen with fear.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🗡 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈...}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 🗡 Deimos, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite, twin to fear. She was born from the entanglement of love and war, and represented the feeling that grips every man before battle - terror and dread. Her home was the battlefield and though Mount Olympus was open to them, the goddess rarely sought out its lofty peak. If she was not at war, then she would remain with the Spartans, the only men who dared to worship her. Elsewhere women were looked down upon and deemed not worthy to fight, but Sparta embraced their independence (something which Deimos loved, particularly as there were always some that would proclaim her a male). They were her people, she loved them intensely and she sulked for a century after the state was annexed. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🗡 Unlike her twin brother, Deimos never truly adapted to this new life. Terror and dread and slaughter filled her mind, and she could not understand that the world had changed. She wanted the land to burn but it did not. For decades she would sweep from place to place, striking mindless terror and pain into mortals, and would only stop when her brother stepped in. Her carelessness in this regard brought mortals upon her heels, who would toss her into prisons or asylums, where Deimos would relish in causing even more chaos. Unfortunately for Phobos, his sister liked to think of these as vacations and had a habit of trying to get herself sent back to the same places, be it under different aliases (to this day she still has a soft spot for playing dress up). In the 1950's, she was, by a large amount of luck and deceit, admitted into the US army. The structure and routine, as well as the familiar feeling of being in battle, calmed something inside her. Still, she never functioned well outside of it, but whilst she was there she could maintain a measure of restraint (if only because she was allowed to shoot at people). She went on to have stints in the Navy and Air Force. Particularly they found that she had a knack for interrogation and she spent much time both participating in and leading intelligence collection operations. Of course, this does not mean she was perfect by any means, and she has been at the receiving end of non-judicial punishments on several occasions. Despite her ability to function well in the strict military environment, Deimos still struggles when she is forced back into the real world. She easily can slip back into her old habits and tends to deal with her difficulties in a...variety of different ways. The goddess treads a fine line and often stumbles, falling into parts of herself that are wild and unchecked. Most of all, she tends to find it difficult to manage around the other gods. Deimos sees the other deities and finds only confusion & loneliness. They seem to fit, in their own ways, where she feels like a jigsaw piece that has been cut to the wrong size. It strikes at chords of jealousy inside her. Deep deep deep down, Deimos is as scared and lost as she makes those around her feel, and would do pretty much anything to go back to her old life. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🗡 To go back to her life prior to the fall. This 'mortal' life is not for her and she pines for the past, for her powers to be restored, for terror to spread across the land once more. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🗡 Being powerless. Deimos sees herself only as terror, only as dread. To not be able to strike these into the hearts of mortals would crush her mind, body and spirit.

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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

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MOMMY ISSUES

_{A Hera & Hebe Collab}

Mentions: Odin, Ares, Hercules

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Hera was many things in her life. Regal, proud, ambitious. Maternal, however, was not a trait that came easy to her, despite her station. Perhaps it didn’t come easy to anyone. Perhaps it was work, each and every day, work that Hera had long since grown bored of. With Ares, she’d been everything she thought a mother should be. Loving and supportive, in all things. With Hebe though… No. She had done what was necessary to protect her daughter. Hebe was not born for the battlefield like her brother. She was soft, and the world was not kind to soft girls.

As Hercules sauntered off, Hera took to hovering around Hebe, smoothing imaginary wrinkles in her dress, and taming invisible flyaways, clucking her tongue in disapproval. “I just… not everyone can be trusted, darling. I mean, first you start working for Odin, then you start taking rides from that man-child… I worry.”

There was a small part of Hebe that wanted to swat away her mothers hand. To beg her to, for once, trust her judgement. But, as always, this was soon swallowed by her persistent need to please. "Mother, I - it wasn't planned...I missed the bus and he just happened to drive by." Her eyes trailed over the ballroom, unable to make direct contact with her mothers ever watchful gaze. She particularly avoided looking in the direction that Herc had strode. "And Mr. Odin's a great boss! Honestly! Maybe...maybe you could try talk to him sometime?" Hebe's voice perked up as she spoke, her expression a picture of doomed optimism.

Hera scoffed, smirked, and shook her head. “I’m sure he keeps his employees happy. There’s probably a bar on every floor,” Hera said, disdain dripping from her tongue. She did not trust Odin around her daughter, anymore than she trusted Hercules. He was a collector, and she imagined Hebe made quite the prize. Of course he would want to keep her around. “Are you enjoying it at least? He’s not asking too much of you?”

At the mention of alcohol Hebes outstretched hand dropped back by her side, ignoring the glass of champagne that was being proferred to her. Shooting the waiter an apologetic look, she finally turned to face her mother. "I mean, I guess it's kind of busy but that's okay." She smiled, genuinely having no qualms about her boss. In the two short years she'd been his assistant he'd treated her better than most mortals and gods she knew. "And I have to work for someone. I sort of thought you'd approve it being for another god…"

“Immortality does not a god make,” Hera said, matter of fact in her pride. “Your brother,” Hera said, gesturing to where Ares sat, “is a god. You and I are gods. Even Artemis and her damned brother are gods.” Hera’s arrogance was unbridled today. “Those of us who dined on Mount Olympus know what power is, what responsibility means. We guided the mortals into ages of wealth and wisdom, while the others watched and waited and waged their petty wars. The mortals, savage as they might be now, would be much worse had it not been for us.”

Hera raised a hand, gently caressing Hebe’s face. “Odin makes no deal that does not benefit him, and your work ethic is certainly not beneficial enough to a man like him. You are worth far more than some secretary.”

Hebe felt her cheeks flush at the unexpected compliment. "I..." She couldn't recall the last time either of her parents had said anything so kind. Even such a small breadcrumb was enough to bring a spark of joy to the young goddess. It was moments like this that drew her back to Hera again and again, despite the dissidence in their views on the other pantheons. [color=7BDCB5] "Thank you...though I could never be as impressive as you Mother. It's so beautiful here today..."[color]

“Oh darling,” Hera said, radiant as ever, “nobody could be as impressive as me.” The Queen of Olympus shared in her daughter’s admiration for a moment, all too happy to bask in her own glory, especially now that her daughter seemed to be returning to her rightful place, beneath her wing. “You are off to a good start though. Who knows, perhaps these gatherings will be your responsibility one day. Just remember to keep your focus, lest you become,” Hera spared a glance in Hercules’ direction, “distracted.”

"We're just friends..." Hebe mumbled, her blush deepening as she followed her mothers gaze. It was true really. She had known Herc forever and well...commitment just seemed to be off the cards for him. But she couldn't imagine giving up their friendship, that at the very least was something she wanted to hold onto. "But I dont think I'd ever be able to host something like this anyway." Wisps of blonde hair fell around her face as she shook her head in concerned insistence. Hebe had never desired to lead or to claim the spotlight. Her place had always been in the background, helping those who strived for greatness. "I'm not sure the other gods would listen to me like they do you."

A laugh spilled out of Hera’s lips, a sparkling sound that reminded the room why she had been named Zeus’ bride all those centuries ago. “Nobody listens to me. If they did, we’d be far better off.” Hera shook her head, almost somber in her judgement of her fellow gods. “Leading is much less about being heard, and more about being feared. Fear is what drives most souls, mortal and immortal. These vagabonds will do almost whatever they please, but they return to my festival year after year, because they fear what the years might bring them. You must project strength, and remind them constantly that it is more than a projection, that it is a promise.” Hera gestured towards Loki with a slight nod of her head. “Take the Trickster, for instance. I would be a fool to believe I could ever tame him. But for one day at least, I can direct him.” Hera had clearly yet to discover the destruction of her carefully arranged seating chart.

"I don't want anyone to fear me though." Hebe muttered, a look of concern flashing across her face as she briefly glanced over at the Norse god. Was this really what her mother wanted of her? She was not Ares, she had not the strength and conviction that he so easily showed off to the world. "And I kind of thought everyone came because of the World Tree. It's not like they really have much choice." She idly chewed on her bottom lip as she spoke. Speaking of the tree always bloomed a well of sadness inside her, but she pushed the feeling back down, trying to ignore it. "I- I hoped some of them stayed because they still wanted to help mortals."

“Help mortals? What in the world have mortals ever done for you, my dear?” Hera did not like to dwell on the mortals and their short, small lives. With those thoughts came memories of fire and fear and pain. “Have the mortals ever helped you?” Hera let out an indignant huff. [color=color=7845b8]“That is nothing but a fool's errand. A creature that can not help itself, is not worth helping.”[/color]

The young goddess paused in thought. "Well..." Some had been kind to her and many were fun to be around. But help...no she didn't think she could honestly say they had. "I guess not." Though Hebe did not dare to think about it often, her trust in mortals had become fragile. Her mothers words struck a chord of curiosity inside her; was this really how all the gods felt? "But what do we do instead?"

Hera shrugged. “We survive, and we remember and we wait. Remember who we’ve been and who we are, and await the day that our divinity returns to us, stronger than ever. And in the time between, we make sure this gathering of egos does not explode outward.” She swirled her champagne, her movements smooth and languid. “It isn’t exciting, and oftentimes they’ll never appreciate what you do, but responsibility is rarely full of thanks or excitement.”

Hebe frowned at her mothers words, unsure of the possibilities of which she spoke with such certainty. "That makes sense..." She replied softly, though there was no real intensity behind her words. Another thought had sprung into her mind, distracting her from Heras propaganda.

"What if I came to see you work sometime!?" Hebe practically bounced off the floor at the idea, hands clasping eagerly in front of her. She knew it was a long shot but maybe if her mother saw her less as a child, she might be willing to reconsider her friendship with Hercules.

Hera maintained her stoic demeanor, even as her daughter’s excitement threatened to pierce her stoney walls. She’d never quite grasped this juvenile aspect of her child. Hera had never been afforded the luxury of juvenility. Her childhood had been lived out from inside her father’s gut. Nevertheless, she welcomed more time with Hebe. It wasn’t long ago that a Hebe shaped hole had enveloped her heart, and now, she was so close to filling it again. “I would adore that. Perhaps sometime this week? We can get lunch with your brother, brothers even, if Ares sticks around.”

At the suggestion Hebe beamed, genuine delight etched across her face. "I'd love that!". It had been a while since she'd spent any time with either of her brothers, they were extremely busy after all and often not even in Seattle. "Thank you mother." Unexpectedly, Hebe moved to hug her, something which was not a usual occurrence between the pair. Normally she would not have dared, intimidation holding her back, but today she almost seemed to have forgotten who she was with.

" I can move some things around, so just let me know the day." She added as she eventually drew away, her previously pristine bun having been pulled askew amid the excitement.

“I’ll have my people reach out,” Hera said, smiling with a certain warmth that only she had. “I’ll see you later my dear. A hostess’ job is never complete, after all. Don’t forget, you’re to help Persephone with the apples today.” Hera gently caressed her daughter’s face, happy that she seemed to be returning to the fold. With a royal elegance, she swept off into the crowd, ever the entertainer.

Watching her mother walk away, Hebe paused. She had forgotten she was supposed to help Perse...but the goddess was busy talking to Hades and it would be rude to interrupt the pair. Absent-mindedly playing with a strand of hair, she nodded politely as she was once again offered a glass of champagne. Taking it she smiled lightly to herself. Maybe she could just have a drink or two before she got to work…

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

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MOMMY ISSUES

_{A Hera & Hebe Collab}

Mentions: Odin, Ares, Hercules

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Hera was many things in her life. Regal, proud, ambitious. Maternal, however, was not a trait that came easy to her, despite her station. Perhaps it didn’t come easy to anyone. Perhaps it was work, each and every day, work that Hera had long since grown bored of. With Ares, she’d been everything she thought a mother should be. Loving and supportive, in all things. With Hebe though… No. She had done what was necessary to protect her daughter. Hebe was not born for the battlefield like her brother. She was soft, and the world was not kind to soft girls.

As Hercules sauntered off, Hera took to hovering around Hebe, smoothing imaginary wrinkles in her dress, and taming invisible flyaways, clucking her tongue in disapproval. “I just… not everyone can be trusted, darling. I mean, first you start working for Odin, then you start taking rides from that man-child… I worry.”

There was a small part of Hebe that wanted to swat away her mothers hand. To beg her to, for once, trust her judgement. But, as always, this was soon swallowed by her persistent need to please. "Mother, I - it wasn't planned...I missed the bus and he just happened to drive by." Her eyes trailed over the ballroom, unable to make direct contact with her mothers ever watchful gaze. She particularly avoided looking in the direction that Herc had strode. "And Mr. Odin's a great boss! Honestly! Maybe...maybe you could try talk to him sometime?" Hebe's voice perked up as she spoke, her expression a picture of doomed optimism.

Hera scoffed, smirked, and shook her head. “I’m sure he keeps his employees happy. There’s probably a bar on every floor,” Hera said, disdain dripping from her tongue. She did not trust Odin around her daughter, anymore than she trusted Hercules. He was a collector, and she imagined Hebe made quite the prize. Of course he would want to keep her around. “Are you enjoying it at least? He’s not asking too much of you?”

At the mention of alcohol Hebes outstretched hand dropped back by her side, ignoring the glass of champagne that was being proferred to her. Shooting the waiter an apologetic look, she finally turned to face her mother. "I mean, I guess it's kind of busy but that's okay." She smiled, genuinely having no qualms about her boss. In the two short years she'd been his assistant he'd treated her better than most mortals and gods she knew. "And I have to work for someone. I sort of thought you'd approve it being for another god…"

“Immortality does not a god make,” Hera said, matter of fact in her pride. “Your brother,” Hera said, gesturing to where Ares sat, “is a god. You and I are gods. Even Artemis and her damned brother are gods.” Hera’s arrogance was unbridled today. “Those of us who dined on Mount Olympus know what power is, what responsibility means. We guided the mortals into ages of wealth and wisdom, while the others watched and waited and waged their petty wars. The mortals, savage as they might be now, would be much worse had it not been for us.”

Hera raised a hand, gently caressing Hebe’s face. “Odin makes no deal that does not benefit him, and your work ethic is certainly not beneficial enough to a man like him. You are worth far more than some secretary.”

Hebe felt her cheeks flush at the unexpected compliment. "I..." She couldn't recall the last time either of her parents had said anything so kind. Even such a small breadcrumb was enough to bring a spark of joy to the young goddess. It was moments like this that drew her back to Hera again and again, despite the dissidence in their views on the other pantheons. "Thank you...though I could never be as impressive as you Mother. It's so beautiful here today..."

“Oh darling,” Hera said, radiant as ever, “nobody could be as impressive as me.” The Queen of Olympus shared in her daughter’s admiration for a moment, all too happy to bask in her own glory, especially now that her daughter seemed to be returning to her rightful place, beneath her wing. “You are off to a good start though. Who knows, perhaps these gatherings will be your responsibility one day. Just remember to keep your focus, lest you become,” Hera spared a glance in Hercules’ direction, “distracted.”

"We're just friends..." Hebe mumbled, her blush deepening as she followed her mothers gaze. It was true really. She had known Herc forever and well...commitment just seemed to be off the cards for him. But she couldn't imagine giving up their friendship, that at the very least was something she wanted to hold onto. "But I dont think I'd ever be able to host something like this anyway." Wisps of blonde hair fell around her face as she shook her head in concerned insistence. Hebe had never desired to lead or to claim the spotlight. Her place had always been in the background, helping those who strived for greatness. "I'm not sure the other gods would listen to me like they do you."

A laugh spilled out of Hera’s lips, a sparkling sound that reminded the room why she had been named Zeus’ bride all those centuries ago. “Nobody listens to me. If they did, we’d be far better off.” Hera shook her head, almost somber in her judgement of her fellow gods. “Leading is much less about being heard, and more about being feared. Fear is what drives most souls, mortal and immortal. These vagabonds will do almost whatever they please, but they return to my festival year after year, because they fear what the years might bring them. You must project strength, and remind them constantly that it is more than a projection, that it is a promise.” Hera gestured towards Loki with a slight nod of her head. “Take the Trickster, for instance. I would be a fool to believe I could ever tame him. But for one day at least, I can direct him.” Hera had clearly yet to discover the destruction of her carefully arranged seating chart.

"I don't want anyone to fear me though." Hebe muttered, a look of concern flashing across her face as she briefly glanced over at the Norse god. Was this really what her mother wanted of her? She was not Ares, she had not the strength and conviction that he so easily showed off to the world. "And I kind of thought everyone came because of the World Tree. It's not like they really have much choice." She idly chewed on her bottom lip as she spoke. Speaking of the tree always bloomed a well of sadness inside her, but she pushed the feeling back down, trying to ignore it. "I- I hoped some of them stayed because they still wanted to help mortals."

“Help mortals? What in the world have mortals ever done for you, my dear?” Hera did not like to dwell on the mortals and their short, small lives. With those thoughts came memories of fire and fear and pain. “Have the mortals ever helped you?” Hera let out an indignant huff. “That is nothing but a fool's errand. A creature that can not help itself, is not worth helping.”

The young goddess paused in thought. "Well..." Some had been kind to her and many were fun to be around. But help...no she didn't think she could honestly say they had. "I guess not." Though Hebe did not dare to think about it often, her trust in mortals had become fragile. Her mothers words struck a chord of curiosity inside her; was this really how all the gods felt? "But what do we do instead?"

Hera shrugged. “We survive, and we remember and we wait. Remember who we’ve been and who we are, and await the day that our divinity returns to us, stronger than ever. And in the time between, we make sure this gathering of egos does not explode outward.” She swirled her champagne, her movements smooth and languid. “It isn’t exciting, and oftentimes they’ll never appreciate what you do, but responsibility is rarely full of thanks or excitement.”

Hebe frowned at her mothers words, unsure of the possibilities of which she spoke with such certainty. "That makes sense..." She replied softly, though there was no real intensity behind her words. Another thought had sprung into her mind, distracting her from Heras propaganda.

"What if I came to see you work sometime!?" Hebe practically bounced off the floor at the idea, hands clasping eagerly in front of her. She knew it was a long shot but maybe if her mother saw her less as a child, she might be willing to reconsider her friendship with Hercules.

Hera maintained her stoic demeanor, even as her daughter’s excitement threatened to pierce her stoney walls. She’d never quite grasped this juvenile aspect of her child. Hera had never been afforded the luxury of juvenility. Her childhood had been lived out from inside her father’s gut. Nevertheless, she welcomed more time with Hebe. It wasn’t long ago that a Hebe shaped hole had enveloped her heart, and now, she was so close to filling it again. “I would adore that. Perhaps sometime this week? We can get lunch with your brother, brothers even, if Ares sticks around.”

At the suggestion Hebe beamed, genuine delight etched across her face. "I'd love that!". It had been a while since she'd spent any time with either of her brothers, they were extremely busy after all and often not even in Seattle. "Thank you mother." Unexpectedly, Hebe moved to hug her, something which was not a usual occurrence between the pair. Normally she would not have dared, intimidation holding her back, but today she almost seemed to have forgotten who she was with.

" I can move some things around, so just let me know the day." She added as she eventually drew away, her previously pristine bun having been pulled askew amid the excitement.

“I’ll have my people reach out,” Hera said, smiling with a certain warmth that only she had. “I’ll see you later my dear. A hostess’ job is never complete, after all. Don’t forget, you’re to help Persephone with the apples today.” Hera gently caressed her daughter’s face, happy that she seemed to be returning to the fold. With a royal elegance, she swept off into the crowd, ever the entertainer.

Watching her mother walk away, Hebe paused. She had forgotten she was supposed to help Perse...but the goddess was busy talking to Hades and it would be rude to interrupt the pair. Absent-mindedly playing with a strand of hair, she nodded politely as she was once again offered a glass of champagne. Taking it she smiled lightly to herself. Maybe she could just have a drink or two before she got to work…

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

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F R E N E M I E S

_{location: The Olympic Club
interactions: Hati | Melinoë | Phobos
mentions: Apollo | Pasithea | Odin | Loki}

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Fuck, he was craving a cigarette. Phobos was by no means a habitual smoker however these luncheons tended to bring out the worst in him. It really was no surprise that his grandmother liked to orchestrate such events. The room reeked of manipulation & deceit, and though the god may have his own faults, he really was not in the mood. Besides, he had seen his father and Tlaz strolling towards the garden, and nothing was worth witnessing that shitstorm. Generally he tried to block out the messes that Ares got himself into, which was lucky because the Greek also preferred to ignore his son.

After that near miss he'd abandoned any hope of a smoke and quickly retreated to the bar, where he could continue his plan to get thoroughly intoxicated. Bringing the champagne to his lips, Phobos was taking a swig when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he instantly narrowed his eyes at the pair strolling towards him. Hati...and Melinoë. Placing the bottle back down, the god of fear rested an elbow against the bar top, fingers supporting his head. And of course, Mel instantly had some quip that she just could not contain.

"Oh don't be like that Melinoë. Jealousy doesn't suit you." Phobos drawled lazily. If it were not for the wicked glint in the gods eyes, it would be easy to mistake his words for contempt. For some reason, her father seemed to be a bit of a sore point between them. Yet her words echoed with truth. Fatigue did press down on him like a heavy weight. Fear was everlasting, inescapable, and he found that he could not resist the urge to push his limits to the edge. Simply put, he worked himself too hard. Not that he was going to tell either of them any of this. That was not how it worked. It was for this reason that he decided he was entirely too sober to be dealing with these particular friends. Especially given Hati (whom he had seemingly neglected) and his mischievous tendencies. Ushering the bartender over, Phobos shot her a small, surprisingly genuine smile.

"One..." He paused, glancing at the pair appraisingly. "Actually, make that three shots of tequila please."

"Mmhm, I've been told it makes things in the confines of the bedroom all that more enjoyable, wouldn't you agree, Pho?" Melinoë quipped back, the look in his eyes having not been overlooked. Though their relationship was one that was built atop a competitive content there was no denying that over the centuries something else had developed as well.

Hati stood there, almost off to the side, his wolfish grin never leaving his face - only seeming to grow - at the sight of these two bantering at one another. Who would have thought Hati, the moon hater, son of Fenrir, would be here playing a twisted game of matchmaker? _{'I'm influenced too much by Ant~'} he couldn't stop the giddy thought from crossing his mind, his thought drifting to the Erote. "A shot for me? Phobos you shouldn't have." Clasping a hand on Fear's shoulder, shaking him lightly as friends often do.

Melinoë rolled her eyes at the wolf, there was definitely something going on here that she wasn't aware of and it bothered her. Especially because it seemed she was about to find herself at the wrong end of a long winded joke. She would have to remind the pair of them who it was they were fucking with should it come to that. Instead, she took the shots of clear liquid, passing Phobos his and hoarding the other two for herself. Hati pouted, reaching across to snatch it out of her grasp successfully before holding it out to his two companions offering a toast. "To jealous and hate filled sex. May it change lives for the better~" and with that shot a wink towards the son of Ares.

"And to always basking in the sunshine." Phobos added pointedly, failing to hide the edge of annoyance in his voice. It was hard to miss anything at these events, as much as one would want to. It was why getting drunk was so preferable. Downing his own shot, he slammed it back down on the bar. Hati placed too much weight in the power of sex. He had only ever seen it as a simple exchange, a momentary and selfish pleasure. It was pointless to consider otherwise.

Keen to move the conversation on, Phobos nodded his head towards the bartender for another round. "Anyway, you shouldnt be such a tease Hati, you surely must have one secret you're willing to spill. Shouldn't he Mel?" He'd unconsciously been avoiding her gaze but now his blue eyes latched onto her own as he moved to gently dig an elbow into her side.

Snickering at the notion of seeing Hati squirm she nodded, leaning into Phobos, "Spill your secrets, White Wolf. We're all ears~" It was difficult to ignore the warm presence beside her, as much as she liked to pretend he had no effect on her she was only lying to herself. What is madness without a little fear? Having always been surrounded by the other they were bound to get annoyed with each other. Though lately, Melinoë couldn't help but want to get more. There was just something about how, even now, cerulean eyes as beautiful as the oceans stared at her own the color of swamp, made her feel self conscious. A tightness in her chest. A blooming sensation. Something Melinoë was not used to in anyone's company, let alone Fear's. It was different from Apollo, this company she kept with the son of war, yet she wouldn't trade it for anything. Well, maybe something.

A downed shot and a glare towards his friend had Hati eager for the next one, "Sunshine can eat a dick, it's all about the moon baby," firing off finger guns like they never went out of style. "Teasing is all part of the fun my dear friends, you two should know that better than anyone."

"What—?!"

Hati cut her off before she could appropriately retaliate, "And as far as secrets go, I am an open book. All my glorious moments on display, the world's a stage or some shit," he gestured circularly, waving his empty hand around.

Melinoë smirked into the neck of the bottle she still held, "Oh, is that so? Tell us about you and Anteros then? You two were awfully close earlier," If Hati still had fur covering his body it would have raised up at the mention of his long standing companion's name.

Phobos let out a barking laugh at the mention of the winged god, attention thoroughly diverted. "Anteros, really? Come on man..." He trailed off, leaning towards Hati though still maintaining his closeness with Mel. It was true that they did often butt heads but he had never felt uncomfortable around the epitome of madness. Unable to stay himself, he found his gaze raking over her face, lingering on her soft features. The corners of his lips began to pull up into what would've been a teasing smile, had he not suddenly realized what he was doing. Instead, he glared at her and grabbed his tequila.

"Well..." He paused, his expression suddenly replaced by one of mild amusement as his eyes moved reluctantly back to the wolf. "It seems they've already been frolicking in the garden-" Phobos grinned, leaning forwards to pluck a leaf off his friends shoulder, "I didn't realize you were such an exhibitionist Hati."

Would he retaliate in the form of a blush or stuttering it would result in far more teasing than he was already receiving. Instead he opted for a smug smile as he sipped at the shot glass in hand, "You didn't? Hmm, shame really. I'm always on the lookout for great places," Hati was a lot wiser than the two gave him credit for. He noticed, with icy eyes, how they stayed close to one another only moving away when they themselves noticed the close proximity. The small glances passing between them filled with an emotion furthest from hatred he had ever seen. And he would know what that looked like if his relationship with Odin was anything to go off of.

"Besides, my dalliances are nothing compared to the stories you have to share, I'm sure," the wolf gestured to his male friend, eyes dancing with mirth. "I've heard through the grapevine that you and a certain curly haired Egyptian are getting along quite swimmingly. Do tell." Stirring the pot was becoming a forte of his at this point and he was going to master it by the end of the festival.

Melinoë was content standing back and watching the small bickering taking place between the two. It amazes her how any of them could put up with Hati and his shenanigans. Always one to be on the watch for, for his personality definitely seemed to ebb and flow to match with those he surrounded himself with. And over time it seemed that his grandfather's mischievousness was the one to emerge the most. It was a bit refreshing, she wouldn't lie. However it was at the mention of Phobos potentially being romantically involved with another immortal that brought her back to the conversation. "You and Hathor?" She couldn't stop the question from tumbling past full lips.

Something in her seemed to shrink back just a little so that she, physically, would not. She held her spot next to him, and though she had been wanting to place a hand on his shoulder or arm, this bit of information firmly gripped her in place. Melinoë looked at her… friend? Nemesis? What exactly was he to her? Eyes searching his profile, trying to catch his gaze and read the emotions behind them. _{'It was only a fever dream. A what if.'}

"Clearly your sources are quite inept." Phobos grumbled, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of Hati's statement. Well, sort of. He couldn't deny, at least to himself, that he and Hath had been flirting earlier. Truthfully he had enjoyed it but they were just colleagues...friends. He was sure Hathor had no romantic feelings for him: she was far too smart for that. Moreover, was the awareness of Melinoë's watchful gaze and for some reason, it bothered him that she was hearing any of this. His jovial attitude shattered, replaced by a cool mask of indifference. An attempt to cover the irritation that was bubbling up inside him. If Hati had been a mortal he would not have been able to resist tapping into his fears.

Fine, let Hati believe whatever he wanted. He did not feel like playing with the grandson of Loki today. "But surely you must know better than to expect any less from a greek..." He smirked, "We really are insatiable."

Hati was keen enough to pick up on the shift of Phobos' demeanor and subtly backed off, "Yeah, yeah," He waved his hands in surrender to show no harm, his shot long drained by now and sitting on the bar top, "The Greeks may be insatiable but I have yet met someone who can run with the wolves." He punctuated his salacious joke with a wink to the both of them before clasping Phobos on the shoulder, whispering in his ear "Have fun," and took off running into Pasithea as he did.

Melinoë stared after the Norseman with a scrunched nose. "Hati doesn't know what he's missing…," huffing lightly to herself more than anything. She was hesitant to look up at Phobos, even she felt aura around him shift and she wasn't prepared to be on the receiving end of Fear pissed off. Mel would have taken her leave as well but where was she to go when her mind was so clearly stuck on the being beside her?

Resigning herself to just speak with him normally she found herself… anxious. Clearing her throat she gestured to the event around them, "What're your, uh, plans. For after this," and then she was taking another sip of wine from the bottle, anything to keep herself busy and not seem too desperate for company. It was a simple enough question that held genuine curiosity. Eyes looking up at him over the glass in her hands, scanning his handsome features, waiting for a response and praying it would end in pleasantries.

"Why do you wanna know?" Phobos shot back sharply, surprised by the sudden, and actually very polite, small talk. Instantly he realised he was being an asshole, lashing out at Mel mostly just because she was there. But the god of fear was sulking, and for good or bad, he'd never been inclined to pretend around her.

She stared at him, taken aback at being snapped at. Melinoë couldn't say she was surprised, it wasn't like them to ever have civil conversations unless there was a mutual transaction taking place. Body rigid, she bit her tongue, rolling it around, anything to keep herself from spitting venom. Instead, she breathed deeply through her nose, closing her eyes. It was a natural reaction for the both of them to lash out first so there wasn't any fault on him there. There was just something in her that constricted at the look he initially gave her. Like he couldn't be bothered to be seen with her. But he hadn't run away yet. So that was something.

Opening her eyes back up, running her empty hand through her hair and away from her face she looked up at him through long lashes and offered him a coy but sincere smile once more, "Just looks like you need a smoke, and I want the company."

Phobos sighed. It would be so easy to brush her off, to throw some meaningless insult in her direction and be left to drink alone. But Mels smile had caught him off guard. Phobos couldn't remember her ever looking at him like that before. Scanning her face, he raised a single eyebrow, still wary of her true intentions. Either she was being startlingly honest or she had some mischievous plan up her sleeve. Yet either way, a cigarette and the company of madness sounded far more preferable to anything else this luncheon could offer. Running a weary hand over his face, the god nodded. "Sure, a smoke sounds great."

It was a lot easier than she initially thought, getting Phobos to agree to join her. Melinoë truly believed with his rigid response he was going to bite her head off. To say she was pleasantly surprised was an understatement, yet here they were, standing atop the balcony overlooking the walled garden that held Hati and his dalliance just earlier, smoke billowing about them before being carried away with the gentle breeze. Her bottle of wine nearly empty and forgotten sitting on the banister between them.

Exhaling once more before passing the coffin nail over to her idol she spoke into the silence, "It's been quite boring this go 'round, don't you think?" Referring to the Festival. Typically there would be some kind of destruction taking place, incurring the wrath of Hera and moving the event along. But it seemed pretty tame so far and it was making the madness in her itch for some type of amusement. Which brought her to her question, "Was thinking we could really liven up this place. At least, make it more enjoyable to be stuck here for the time being~" The corners of her lips turned up in a coy smile, eyes screaming of all the possibilities they could get up to and bringing the drink to her mouth before passing that as well.

Forearms leaning casually atop the bannister, Phobos tapped the top of the cigarette, the excess ash falling to decorate the prim bedding flowers below. As he turned to face her, he saw the madness churning underneath the surface, ready to play. And the invite to join was...tantalising. "Perhaps..." He replied coolly, his prior irritation dampened by the hits of nicotine. Phobos wasn't necessarily one to cause trouble amongst the gods but he could do with blowing off some steam. "What exactly are you thinking Princess?" Phobos smirked before drawing the cigarette up to his lips and taking another long drag.

Melinoë would never, ever admit what that nickname did to her. Not outloud and definitely not to him. But it made her warm and melty like ice cream left in the sun too long. Sickly sweet but oh so delicious. She was giddy at the idea of having him join in on the trouble. "Perhaps a game. Who can induce the most fear or madness in the mortals around here. Loser caters to the winner's whims for a full day." Her gaze was locked on his face, memorizing it for what reason she didn't have one, other than just because. Electricity flowed down to her fingertips at the idea of beating him. An idol of hers growing up before the Fall. Another tidbit she wouldn't ever admit aloud to him lest she be teased about one more thing.

"Easy enough." Phobos smiled, unable to cover up the flash of intensity that lit up his features. He was being cocky, partly just to annoy Mel, but also because this was literally his life. Inducing fear in others was like breathing and mortals tended to always be a little bit scared, especially those who would otherwise deny it. "Are you sure you want to be at my beck and call for a full day? I can't promise that I'd be nice." Standing upright, Phobos moved closer to the goddess, head cocked appraisingly. Her confidence always drew him in and it took a lot to hold himself back. It was easier to mock. Unable to resist, he leaned forwards to ruffle her hair patronisingly. "I'll go easy on you if you like."

As much as she wanted to lean into his palm she refrained. She would win this and needed to focus on the task at hand to do so. Standing on her tiptoes she placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, leaning up to his ear to whisper, "Pfft. Rougher is better, just don't be too disappointed when I win, Fearsome~" With a kiss to his cheek she was off to find her first victim and hopefully secure the prize of this little bet. How bad would it be if she did lose, Melinoë wondered sauntering through the halls.

His jaw twitched as Melinoë walked away, still reeling from the nickname she'd so casually given him. It struck at chords of both annoyance and discomfort, the latter of which Phobos was entirely not okay with. Running fingers through his own dark hair, the god of fear let out a deep sigh before turning back to the country club. He'd never live it down if he lost and part of him was curious to see how far he could push if he did win.

You'd better watch out Princess...

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Phobos, god of fear

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^{Phobos can sense fear around him. He can tap into ones darkest, deepest fears and make it a near reality. To mortals this can feel like a heavy pressure surrounding them and can leave them paralysed by the sheer terror.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🖤 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭}}

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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Phobos, god of fear

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	Aaron Taylor Johnson | #9E1B31 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Phobos, Φόβος ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Fear, Panic & Rout ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek 🖤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🖤 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵}}

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^{Phobos can sense fear around him. He can tap into ones darkest, deepest fears and make it a near reality. To mortals this can feel like a heavy pressure surrounding them and can leave them paralysed by the sheer terror.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🖤 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Caleb Hayes ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 25 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual, he/him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Hired hand for Blackwell Oil Bouncer at the Jade Jaguar

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🖤 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭-𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮-𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱}}

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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Hebe, Goddess of Youth & Immortality

b l o o m o͏ f͏ y o u t h

<sub>H e b e. 

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	Olivia Holt | #7BDCB5 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Princess of Olympus ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Youth, Immortality & Forgiveness ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ∞

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ∞ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒

_{^{𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮?}}

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^{The lifespan of any mortal who has spent time around Hebe will lengthen, although this will be imperceptible to them. Gods and mortals alike will also feel the vigor and enthusiasm of youth when in her presence. Once the serving of ambrosia would've been her province, though now the World Tree is on earth, she is bound to go there alongside her brethren's and no longer has any claim on its revered gifts.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ∞ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅

_{^{𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓼}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Maya Angelis ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 19 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual || Female || She/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Personal Assistant to Øyvind Börson, CEO/retired old dude

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ∞ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘

_{^{𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭}}

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Hebe was always told that she bore one of the greatest gifts, the Fountain of Youth, yet as the years wore on, she found this was not enough for her. But by chance, she found that not one, but two sources of happiness came from lands not atop her mountain home. The goddess knew the visitors would be frowned upon by her mother but she could not help being drawn to them, her heart being led to flutter more than she would ever let on. Her eyes were opened to what else the worlds could offer, and unbeknownst to Hera, she would take any opportunity to sneak off to the mortal realm and dance & sing with those who worshipped them. Sometimes she went alone, sometimes she did not. But it always brought her the truest of joy to see the real vigour of life. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ∞ First came fear, overwhelming, all consuming fear. Hebe would hate to admit it but this fear nearly consumed her. In those first moments there was nothing but that, like the fiercest storm that she could not escape, turbulent and painful, stripping her of her breath, her thoughts. She stayed inside during this time, not once glimpsing what this new life had to offer her. It would have been easy to give up but as those initial months drew on, something else sparked within her. Relief. This was what she had always yearned for, a world at her feet and a whole breadth of life to explore. There was no doubting that it was formidable but she had seen true courage before & she felt she could try at least to follow in the shadow of one much bolder than herself. So with that in her mind, she dared to venture out into the mortal realm. Of course, it was not as easy as jumping in feet first and often she found that she was scared to leave her mothers side, only venturing out for days...then weeks...then months. Over time she found that her presence seemed to spark something joyful in mortals, where even the most stoic, aged of them, would spring to life in her presence. It reminded her of how happy the Olympians would be when they drank nectar from her cup. It was when the modern world first took its first steps that Hebe also truly began to break free. Though she felt guilt for straying from her mother and father, it was something she truly felt she needed to do. For the last century, Hebe has rarely been seen by the other gods, aside from their annual meet ups at the World Tree. With the advent of women's rights, came a new and improved goddess. She had changed; a far call from the girl who was once content with simply being the cupbearer for the greek pantheon. The following decades (apart from those with the wars...Hebe hated those) were great...the roaring twenties, the free-loving sixties, the eclectic eighties. She loved it all. As the personification of youth, Hebe liked to partake in anything that encouraged this. Whether it be attending a fun party, dragging her friends on some impromptu adventure, breaking rules just for the sake of it... Hebe enjoyed exploring all that being young had to offer and she encouraged mortals to do the same. It was all going perfectly for the goddess, until she decided to fall for a mortal. Even later, she would not be able to pinpoint what drew her to him, but drawn she was. The two had what some would call a whirlwind romance (and what others would call absolute foolishness) and in a mere six months, Hebe found herself living with him. A blink of an eye even to mortals. She had always been guided by her mother, so this was something she was completely and utterly naive in. Taking advantage of her kindness and unwillingness to hurt others, the mortal bore down on her. At first it was only jabs and taunts, but eventually his strikes became physical. It took her longer than she'd like to admit to leave, and only dared do it when he was away on a work trip. With only a little bit of hesitation, she packed her bags and fled. She daren't seek the help of any of the greeks. It would be unimaginably humiliating. Yet, by maybe chance, or maybe fate, she wandered by the Jade Jaguar. Though she did not know Hathor all that well, she remembered that the goddess had always been kind and welcoming to her. Unable to hold back, the tears began flowing and Hebe told the goddess all, and she was more than willing to take her in. Though her time there was only short, Hebe will be forever grateful for the care & consideration she was shown, and has sworn to always be there if Hathor ever needs help. Hebe then returned to her mother, tail between her legs, hoping she would take her back. Of course she brought gifts - an amphorae of the finest wine and a cutting of the rare ghost orchid. Ridiculous presents to be sure but she had a sneaking suspicion that Hera would accept no less, and thankfully she welcomed her back into the fold. Under her mothers wing again, the rebellious side of Hebe that had relished over the last century, drew back into itself, wary once more of what the mortal realm held. Reeling from her foolishness but still desiring some type of purpose, Hebe decided to take a different path in life, going back to her roots. She began working a personal assistant, a job that felt familiar and safe. As she hopped from job to job over the years, she eventually found herself coming into the path of the Allfather. He was more than willing to offer her a job and so she has been his assistant for the last two years. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ∞ Hebe wishes to find something or someone that will help her truly feel free and unbidden to always be at the servitude of others. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ∞ She fears that she will be left alone. That all of the other gods will tire of this life and submit to old age. Hebe wishes she had the courage to do so but she has found she does not, for after all, immortality is all she has ever known.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Hebe, goddess of youth & immortality

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<sub>H e b e. 

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	Olivia Holt | #7BDCB5 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Princess of Olympus ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Youth, Immortality & Forgiveness ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ∞

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ∞ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒

_{^{𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮?}}

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^{The lifespan of any mortal who has spent time around Hebe will lengthen, although this will be imperceptible to them. Gods and mortals alike will also feel the vigor and enthusiasm of youth when in her presence. Once the serving of ambrosia would've been her province, though now the World Tree is on earth, she is bound to go there alongside her brethren's and no longer has any claim on its revered gifts.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ∞ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅

_{^{𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓼}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ∞ The perfect daughter. Diligent, attentive, loyal. Hebe was known for serving her family dutifully. To be seen and not heard was a way of life for the young goddess for many an age. And of course, she was appropriately happy. For what greater joy could there be in being born atop Mount Olympus, in being present among the splendour of her fellow gods, most of whom had performed the most spectacular of deeds. There was some true happiness in being the cupbearer, in being the reason that the Olympians never aged and maintained their eternal youth. Yet... She could not help the stirrings of jealousy that dwelled up within her when she saw her sister Athena off to fight in a glorious battle or when Hermes would speed to the Underworld, where he would get a glimpse of the many souls resting there. Hebe was always told that she bore one of the greatest gifts, the Fountain of Youth, yet as the years wore on, she found this was not enough for her. But by chance, she found that not one, but two sources of happiness came from lands not atop her mountain home. The goddess knew the visitors would be frowned upon by her mother but she could not help being drawn to them, her heart being led to flutter more than she would ever let on. Her eyes were opened to what else the worlds could offer, and unbeknownst to Hera, she would take any opportunity to sneak off to the mortal realm and dance & sing with those who worshipped them. Sometimes she went alone, sometimes she did not. But it always brought her the truest of joy to see the real vigour of life. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ∞ First came fear, overwhelming, all consuming fear. Hebe would hate to admit it but this fear nearly consumed her. In those first moments there was nothing but that, like the fiercest storm that she could not escape, turbulent and painful, stripping her of her breath, her thoughts. She stayed inside during this time, not once glimpsing what this new life had to offer her. It would have been easy to give up but as those initial months drew on, something else sparked within her. Relief. This was what she had always yearned for, a world at her feet and a whole breadth of life to explore. There was no doubting that it was formidable but she had seen true courage before & she felt she could try at least to follow in the shadow of one much bolder than herself. So with that in her mind, she dared to venture out into the mortal realm. Of course, it was not as easy as jumping in feet first and often she found that she was scared to leave her mothers side, only venturing out for days...then weeks...then months. Over time she found that her presence seemed to spark something joyful in mortals, where even the most stoic, aged of them, would spring to life in her presence. It reminded her of how happy the Olympians would be when they drank nectar from her cup. It was when the modern world first took its first steps that Hebe also truly began to break free. Though she felt guilt for straying from her mother and father, it was something she truly felt she needed to do. For the last century, Hebe has rarely been seen by the other gods, aside from their annual meet ups at the World Tree. With the advent of women's rights, came a new and improved goddess. She had changed; a far call from the girl who was once content with simply being the cupbearer for the greek pantheon. The following decades (apart from those with the wars...Hebe hated those) were great...the roaring twenties, the free-loving sixties, the eclectic eighties. She loved it all. As the personification of youth, Hebe liked to partake in anything that encouraged this. Whether it be attending a fun party, dragging her friends on some impromptu adventure, breaking rules just for the sake of it... Hebe enjoyed exploring all that being young had to offer and she encouraged mortals to do the same. It was all going perfectly for the goddess, until she decided to fall for a mortal. Even later, she would not be able to pinpoint what drew her to him, but drawn she was. The two had what some would call a whirlwind romance (and what others would call absolute foolishness) and in a mere six months, Hebe found herself living with him. A blink of an eye even to mortals. She had always been guided by her mother, so this was something she was completely and utterly naive in. Taking advantage of her kindness and unwillingness to hurt others, the mortal bore down on her. At first it was only jabs and taunts, but eventually his strikes became physical. It took her longer than she'd like to admit to leave, and only dared do it when he was away on a work trip. With only a little bit of hesitation, she packed her bags and fled. She daren't seek the help of any of the greeks. It would be unimaginably humiliating. Yet, by maybe chance, or maybe fate, she wandered by the Jade Jaguar. Though she did not know Hathor all that well, she remembered that the goddess had always been kind and welcoming to her. Unable to hold back, the tears began flowing and Hebe told the goddess all, and she was more than willing to take her in. Though her time there was only short, Hebe will be forever grateful for the care & consideration she was shown, and has sworn to always be there if Hathor ever needs help. Hebe then returned to her mother, tail between her legs, hoping she would take her back. Of course she brought gifts - an amphorae of the finest wine and a cutting of the rare ghost orchid. Ridiculous presents to be sure but she had a sneaking suspicion that Hera would accept no less, and thankfully she welcomed her back into the fold. Under her mothers wing again, the rebellious side of Hebe that had relished over the last century, drew back into itself, wary once more of what the mortal realm held. Reeling from her foolishness but still desiring some type of purpose, Hebe decided to take a different path in life, going back to her roots. She began working a personal assistant, a job that felt familiar and safe. As she hopped from job to job over the years, she eventually found herself coming into the path of the Allfather. He was more than willing to offer her a job and so she has been his assistant for the last two years. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ∞ Hebe wishes to find something or someone that will help her truly feel free and unbidden to always be at the servitude of others. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ∞ She fears that she will be left alone. That all of the other gods will tire of this life and submit to old age. Hebe wishes she had the courage to do so but she has found she does not, for after all, immortality is all she has ever known.