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What type of animals are there to choose from? I'm assuming nothing that was discovered after the 40s since that's when this takes place, also nothing like dinosaurs. But yes, definitely interested in this.


best laid plans

location: The Olympic Club
interactions: Ares @Legion02 | Hathor @Akayaofthemoon
mentions: Hati




Ares could never read people well. He never had to. The games of politics were at best a slightly less dull pastime to him. That’s why he sat back in the shadows as his mother made her speech. Pothos came in as well. She was such a talented singer. Not even Ares could deny that. The fact that he had a plate hanging on his wall back home attested to that. Still, he wished she would apply herself more. If she wanted to she could’ve battled for the top spots in all the world's charts, but she was going easy now. She took more after her mother oftentimes.

The gleam of the golden apple pendant did make Ares lean forward in interest. Ages ago, so far that it had become pure myth, an apple just like that sundered two great powers and countless heroes. Ares himself had fought on the plains around Troy. What was his mother playing at? She didn’t do small acts of kindness. Was this something to rile up the younger gods? Was she fishing for another divine war?

Those questions vanished the second the doors opened to lt the latest goddess in. Smelt her first. That delicious scent of sweet chocolate and sinful alcohol. The blood in Ares’ veins warmed up through her presence alone. Before everyone had been at their best possible behavior so it wasn’t a very thrilling situation.

Tlazōlteōtl’s entrance changed that immediately. He spotted her and for a sweet second he locked into her beautiful, topaz eyes like he had done so many times before. In a split second plans changed. The serene place he would invite her to faded. Something else would have to be done. Ares got up. There were other, secluded places. Even here. Especially here. He gave Tlaz a small, taunting smile. Enough to make sure that she knew he saw her. Then he started walking towards the gardens outside, where he vanished from her sight into the hedges.

Storming into the main hall, where everyone was seated, did nothing to quench the fire burning under her skin. If anything it served to keep it going. Especially when the target of her rage was spotted getting up from his hiding place, only to scurry off to another, having the nerve to smirk at her. He wasn't getting off that easily. Tlazōlteōtl quickly took chase and hunted him down, finding herself in the gardens and losing sight of him completely.

Scoffing and sighing heavily through her nose, throwing her arms up in frustration and venturing deeper into the hedges, seeking her man. "I swear to Huitzilopochtli, Ares, you're not getting off with a warning." Grumbling to herself it was clear that she had no directional sense of where she was or where she was headed, only that smacking the shit out of Ares was the top of her list. If only she could get to him.

Taking a deep breath she halted her movements. "Ares, yōltzin, come to me~" Her voice, sultry and low, easily carried through the vegetation surrounding her. It is better to catch flies with honey than with vinegar after all.

“You called?” Said a soft voice from behind her. Before Tlaz knew it she was grabbed around the waist. One hand covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Soft lips kissed her neck in a bid to rile her up even more.

To Ares it was all a game of course. This wasn’t the first time he teased the Aztec goddess so mercilessly. It was their wicked way of playing with each other. She’d return the favor, he was sure of it. In her own way she’d torture him after this. So he was going to have his fun. At least for now, before he’d have to breach the subject of Madrid. It was an ever looming thing Ares knew would have to be discussed sooner rather than later. But that didn’t take away that he wanted to enjoy his short time with Tlaz first.

As quickly as he had grabbed her he let her go again, except with one hand he spun her around so she’d be facing him. Again he gave her a daring smirk.

He was on her quicker than she realized, her wrath clouding all senses except for the desire to rip her claws into him and tear him apart. A blessing in disguised, honestly. There was such short amount of time where his lips touched the exposed skin of her neck, the warmth radiating from him called out to her. To succumb to the desires they both still harbored for the other. How she wished to just fall back and melt into him. It was something that was as ingrained into their being as being able to breath. Always with a tease, a taunt, a smirk. Loving words spoken as if nothing else existed before turning it around and playing more games. A hunt, a chase. Though the moment was cut in twain and standing there, facing that stupid, attractive smirk of his she was reminded of why she stormed after him.

A coquettish smile graced her painted lips as she looked him over, stepping closer, one hand to his chest running up to his tie to grip it tight. Before he could make a move or speak once more, Tlazōlteōtl raised her hand and brought it firmly across the side of his face. The sound that emanated from the force of the slap was enough to get even the smallest of creatures dwelling in the gardens to hold their breath. Her own chest heaving with everything she wanted to say. You axno conetl!" The fire that was dwindling in her veins from his grip was ignited in that contact with him and as she continued to stare at him, it only seemed to grow. "You left me?! No note, not call, no contact!? Nothing."

Tlaz raised both hands into fists as she proceeded to beat on his chest, each landing with less and less power behind them. As furious as she was there was no denying how wonderful it was to be in presence after so long. It only served to remind her just exactly how lonely she’s truly been all this time. ”Just… why…” her words, whispered, seeped out from loose lips as the fire seemed to ebb back into an ember.

She slapped him, she was hitting him yet Ares’ own fire was burning down as well. The intensity of Tlaz’ hate had melted away in an instant. Still he took the hits. She need this, he knew that much. When it all became too much everyone becomes a creature of physical expression. So he let her hit him as he felt her fire burn out. He didn’t answer her questions either, not yet at least. That’s not what she needed right now. As the power behind her punches weakened more and more Ares moved his own arms to slowly embrace her.

When Tlaz was finished, Ares was holding her close. “I’m sorry.” He said softly. He meant it, though he knew it wasn’t enough. Not at all. But he still needed to say it. Everything she accused him of was true. He did leave her.

Thirty Years ago, Madrid

When he woke up that morning, thirty years ago, Tlaz was still asleep beside him. Outside it was still dark but he didn’t want to go back to sleep. For a time he was happy to just lay down beside her, with his head on his pillow and watch her. She had a cute nose. Everything about Tlaz was beautiful but her nose was cute. Aphrodite didn’t have a that. Or rather, Ares realized at that moment, he never cared to notice such things about the Greek goddess of beauty. Right now though, he felt happy. But then a fear crept into his heart. Was this him? Truly him? The Ares that fought on the fields before the great walls of Troy? The Ares to which King Leonidas and his Three hundred prayed to?

He was changing. Being with Tlaz, it was changing him. He got up. His blood began to boil. Why? He wasn’t fighting? He wasn’t loving? Why was it boiling? He needed to cool down. Light from a street lamp shone inside the bathroom of the hotel. Ares rushed over to the sink. Something was happening and it was wrong. He splashed water in his face to cool himself down. It only confirmed how hot he was running. Physically hot. Tlaz was changing him but he couldn’t change. He couldn’t become soft now. Athena’s endless taunting would drive him to the edge if he let his skin thin. Zeus’ constant disappointment would wear him thin. The Olympians were toxic and you only survived them by being able to weather every jab and insult, or by being loved by everyone. Ares was not Pasithea or Hebe. He needed his walls around him.

This metamorphosis had to stop. There was only one way to do that. He pushed himself away from the sink and grabbed his bags. Ares always travelled light for a reason like this. In ten minutes he already had a foot out the door but he stopped and turned around to look at Tlaz one more time. Something deep down him told him he’d regret this. Sooner rather than later he’d regret it.

Today, Seattle

And now he did regret it. “I hurt you. I know that now.” He said. “There are no words in any language that I can use that will earn my forgiveness.” Not that he would even be able to use them. Weaving honeyed words was an art Apollo practiced. Ares never saw a use to it. Until now, at least. “I want you back though. I want to earn you back. If you’ll let me.”

Tlazōlteōtl wanted to scoff at his words. He would absolutely have to earn her back. Though it was a futile battle to participate in. Ares was a master of war and she already lost her heart to him. There was no need for him to fight, not really. But she needed him to hurt just a fraction of how badly she had been hurting these last few decades. Being pulled into his warming embrace, held tightly, having him whisper these words to her made the embers in her ignite once more into something of love rather than rage and hate. Tlaz had missed this. Craved it for so long and now that she has it, she is content to fall back into a gentle rhythm with him once more.

"You did more than hurt me, yōltzin. I want nothing more than to go back to before, for you to be mine and I yours…" Her words were muffled against his chest. So close, if she focused her eyes she would be able to see the individual threads that made up his suit jacket. See that there were colors of plum blended among the grays and blacks that made up the majority of his wardrobe. It was refreshing to see him branch out. The thought alone, of him growing and changing and not because of her, brought the somberness back into her head and heart rather than the fury. 'Give it time...' the voice inside her spoke.

Pulling back enough to look up into his face she managed a small smile, for even though her heart was fractured he was there, with her. Right now. Not the other woman. The other woman. It's when the questions came flooding back and she needed to hear it from him. If he were serious about wanting her back, to try to "earn" her back as he says then he needed to start answering her. "Who is she? The woman. Melissa mentioned you were on the phone with someone. Someone you love." It was now or never, Ares. What was going to be his play? Will he run away once more or stand on the front lines and take damage? "If you mean what you say yōltzin, you will answer me. If there is another..." Tlazōlteōtl let the statement hang in the air. Mostly for show, as a threat. Partly because she didn't know what she would do if his love was directed to another. It was a situation Tlaz was not familiar with and one she didn't like to find herself in.

A plan truly never survives first contact. In his mind, Ares had planned it all out. He was going to tell the tale of the last thirty years slowly. Until Tlaz mentioned Melissa. She should’ve known the woman would work for Tlaz. She was far too beautiful to be a simple guide to rich idiots. An old, ever simmering fury began to boil up once more. Melissa betrayed him. If that had happened even half a century ago Ares wouldn’t have tolerated such a thing. He would’ve yelled and screamed, and then fired her at the very least. Of course, a vengeful part of him might’ve gone further still. He would’ve turned the poor woman’s life into a living hell. It was easier to destroy lives than most people thought.

The god of war took a breath to stop his own furious thoughts. He had to be better than that.

“There can never be another like you.” Ares said. He did keep hold of Tlaz’ hands. In a way he was almost afraid to let her go. Truly, the English word was lacking though. Love meant too many things. It was an odd thing he only learned a few years ago from another human. The Greeks had at least seven different kinds of love. “You are Agape to me. My love to you is boundless and unconditional. Should you walk away now I’d still love you. I could never stop.” He paused for a moment, to calm his own heart again.

“The other woman you speak of… the other girl really. I love her in a different way. I won’t lie to you. She is dear to me.” He squeezed her hands lightly. His heart dropped. If she wanted to walk away he would not hold on. It would be her choice. Yet he knew his own body would betray him if she did. His heart would fight for her. He took a big breath to steady his nerves. For two millennia had been shot and stabbed, yet this made him nervous.

“She’s my daughter. Someday… I hope you can accept her as well and we three can share a life together.” Every second of silence after he said that was like torture. His muscles strained against themselves.

Then an idea ignited in his mind. He would fight for Tlaz, as he promised. And it would start with acting instead of speaking. “I propose dinner. I’ll ask her to come to Seattle in a week, after the whole festival of life, so she can join us and you can meet her.” After all, Isabel always wanted a family.

His hold on her had not waned in all these years but the words he spoke just couldn't quite reach her, even as she listened intently to them. 'Another woman... a daughter... dear to him…' They stuck out like a sore thumb and Tlazōlteōtl couldn't be bothered to look past them. Of course she would love any part of Ares. It was inevitable. That included his children, of which he had many with the goddess of love and beauty - a notion she had always been envious of. However, it never once deterred her from him. So what was it about a new one that rubbed her the wrong way? 'The fact that he's just now divulging this to you is one reason. How old is she? Did he leave you for another and this child was born from their budding romance? Why else would he continue to hide her from you? To hide himself from you? Guard your heart…' Her internal thoughts were screaming at her to see the signs, read between the lines he shelled out.

Tlazōlteōtl squeezed his hands back, reassuring him that she had heard his words, that she was there for him as he claimed he was for her. It was as much for his benefit as it was to calm and ground her. Should she dwell on the thoughts too long she was bound to start hitting him once more. But before she could get a word in edgewise to answer his questions, to say anything on this bomb of information he dropped on her, something from the bushes caught their attention.

After his conversation with Anteros, Hati excused himself and followed after the loving cross pantheon couple expecting to find destruction in the wake of Tlazōlteōtl's wrath. She seemed more agitated than normal when it comes to Ares and since acquiring this new client, it would behoove him to follow and gain any gossip to pass her way.

So there he stood, among the high bushes, intently watching the scene unfold around him. Snapping pictures on his phone, recording bits and pieces - with and without sound; just to piss Isabel off. Their words were meaningless to him, though when Ares dropped that he had a daughter, a new one things began to click in place for him. This mysterious mortal woman wishes to know more about this godly man? Of course, he was her father. But why did that mean she had to resort to stalking and investigations to get to know him?

Another presence crept up on the couple and Hati moved further down wind to ensure his cover wasn't blown until he was ready to approach War on his own terms. For now, Hati was content with watching the scene unfold before him.

Unlike the prowling wolf that remained hidden, content with observation of the scene unfolding, Hathor was far from amused when her dark eyes landed on the pair and had no plans to let this conversation continue. Ares was a weakness for Tlaz, easily slipping past her defenses because her love for him willingly let him in and left her vulnerable. Did she wish for Tlaz’s happiness? Always. Did she think the person to provide it should be Ares? Absolutely not. He didn’t have to deal or see the aftermath of his actions, Hathor did. It wasn’t him to dry the goddess’s tears and to slowly collect the fractured pieces of her hurt heart before building her back up, that was her. If Hath had to be a shield for Tlaz so the emotions didn’t sweep her away in that moment and could give her some space to think logically, she would. Protecting people, especially women, was her purpose so even though she was in immense pain, even though all she wanted to do was sit down and relax, she found herself squaring her shoulders, putting on a strong front and gliding across the grass with all of the grace of the queen she should have been had Ra keep his promises. ”Tlaz, there you are! I have been looking for you everywhere.”, she said to capture the pair's attention, her tone playfully friendly and light as a bright smile lit up her features.

She physically took Tlaz’s hands from Ares, placing them in her own as she lightly brushed her lips to kiss each of the woman’s cheeks in greeting. Hathor turned her attention towards Ares, making sure to lock her gaze with his own as her eyes changed from the soft shine of delight into something dangerous. The smile she had worn moments ago dropped from her face before she spoke, all the warmth devoid from her tone and taking on a strict business attitude because the last thing she needed was a fight in her condition so some politeness was needed.“Ares.”, she started, giving him acknowledgement before continuing, ”It is always such a pleasure to see you again. I’m sure you won’t mind if I steal Tlaz away. I have a private matter of great importance that needs to be discussed and unfortunately it can’t wait.” Hathor didn’t give him an opportunity to dispute her demanding words, already working to lead the Goddess of Sin away from the God of War. She was thankful that in this moment, her words were actually true in some capacity.

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. olympic club
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Hera@smarty0114 | Ares@Legion02
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Melissa [NPC]



Waking up in the early hours of the morning with someone new was steadily becoming a new routine for the Aztec. It hadn't ever really been the same since her time in Madrid, tangled up in cotton sheets with War incarnate. But it did enough to quench the lust and loneliness buried deep into her bones. For now at least.

Her boudoir visitors had only grown more frequent this past month when one of her girls mentioned that she was to cater and escort a one Mr. Alexander Marvos around the city. A mortal name Tlazōlteōtl would and could never forget. She made sure all her employees knew it well and to report to her if ever they come across it. Melissa did well with her part, though there was a seething anger that boiled beneath her skin at the fact that he was going to be there for the Festival and didn't even consider contacting her as his personal guide.

The fucking nerve.


So, a plan had hatched in those early moments of finding out. Consulting with those closest to her about what it would take to make him as jealous as possible. For him to realize he fucked up big time and in the process it got her mind off of him. Again. Until it drifted to him once more. A rinse and repeat that continued on a loop for the last thirty years or so.

It didn't take her long to dress and prepare for the day, she still had businesses to run and the Festival starting today didn't halt that in the slightest. Her regular patrons understood that the club wasn't going to be operating at their usual capacity and therefore didn't fret at the small, minor changes to scenery. One of her more seasoned girls always took up the mantle of running the place to Tlazōlteōtl's standards; 'She better, else she would face consequences otherwise.' And Illicit? They could afford to be closed for "remodeling" for a few days at least.

Everything was coming to a head as the latest bed warmer; some mortal that struck up a very boring and one sided conversation at the Jaguar the night before, had long since been kicked out of her abode and after she had double checked that things were in place and ready to go at the Jaguar. A subtle breeze picked up as she made her way to her car, top down to enjoy the good weather before it turned sour. It always did when the pantheons came together under one roof and Hera was the host. The Aztec had nothing personal against the Queen herself, it was by word of mouth she obtained all the dirty little secrets of Hera that made bile rise in her throat, that placed that nasty opinion of her there. In no time at all she was pulling into the parking lot of the lavish country club. If there's one thing about Hera it's that she knows where to host 'em.

Valet took the car for her and before she could make her way inside she was pulled off of the sidewalk and onto a side path, just off the main entrance. "Excuse you-! Oh, Melissa it's you," The quick burst of indignation quickly fizzled and gave way to recognition and then curiosity at seeing the mortal woman. It meant one thing. Ares was here already. Perfect. "What's the matter?" All of her previous thoughts were thrown out the window as she looked over the woman once more. She seemed to be shaking, nervous almost. A seasoned veteran, used to working with some of the more difficult clients because she wanted too and here she is acting like a scared child about to be reprimanded.

Closing the distance to her, Tlazōlteōtl placed an arm around her, trying to calm her down from her anxious state. "Ms. Lalli, I-I have some news and I don't t-think you're going to be pleased with it." A million things were rushing through her head. Had Ares gone off the handle and mistreated her? Asked something so debased of her? Of himself? Did she know of his divine hood? Of her own? What exactly could have her acting in such a way? Instead of voicing her confusion, she just nodded for the girl to continue. "He's seeing someone. Or rather, he has someone he's off to visit after his business is finished here in Seattle. He said he was going to see them in DC and that he uh, he uh..."

At this point Tlazōlteōtl had tuned out her stuttering. 'Seeing someone... meeting up with them after the Festival...' "It's fucking Madrid all over again!" The wrath broke through her internal spiraling and it startled the poor woman beside her. Taking in a deep breath, she ran her manicured nails through her curls, scratching lightly at her scalp to soothe the tension away, if only for a moment. "Is there anything else to inform me of?"

"Uh, umm, well. Yes ma'am. He told them he 'loved them'," another primal snarl fell from the Aztec of Lust and Melissa had to cover her ears from the close proximity. Without another word Tlaz was storming up to the entrance and throwing the doors open with a fury unlike those present would have ever seen - in recent years at least. She thought to make a scene. Find her darling War and lay into him. It would only be fair. She is owed her dues and an explanation. Though finding him would pose difficult as he enjoys hiding from her year after year. Stalking into the main parlor she took a deep breath and blew it through her nose positive that smoke billowed from them. Hera had recently concluded her speech and everyone milled about, chatting or otherwise. Topaz eyes scanned the throng of guests, mortal and immortal alike, searching for the target of her rage, snatching a drink in the process.

Tlazōlteōtl was on a war path of her own and gods help Ares when she found him.


𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍
𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Saga Antiquities | The Olympic Club
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Hel | norse pantheon
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Hebe | Loki
a @Danvers collab



When the Fall happened, Odin worked his ass off for a lot of things. Making things right with the rest of the Norse pantheon was top of the list and the only one that was still considered a work in progress. Other notable accomplishments he can successfully say have been crossed out are; Making connections with other immortals, constantly and forever learning the ways of the world around him and establishing not one, not two, but three corporations that have made him almost as wealthy as his former life. With those businesses being as successful as they are he would have thought he was done with the humdrum life of a founder and CEO. Retired

Yet, here he was. Sitting behind his large oak desk, one he made sure was always available should they call him into the office to sign papers or hold meetings - to "show face" as it were. Useless. The lot of them. 'What's the point of paying them if they aren't going to work for it...?' There was a reason he was "retired". He put in the hard work, built the company(ies) from the ground up; literally. He shouldn't have to be here in person to sign papers. That's the beauty of the modern world; everything was electronic nowadays. Didn't change the fact that the Allfather was here instead sipping whiskey instead of champagne with a certain dark headed trickster.

Another glass of whiskey down and sigh passing his lips had Odin pressing the button to his personal assistant's intercom, "Miss Hebe, could you bring in those files on the latest Skara Brae dig site and another glass while you're at it, please?" Slumping back into the plush leather chair, hands coming to rub down his face, another exasperated sigh escaped him. This should have been an easy day, come in, do work shit and get out. Checking his watch he noticed that he'd already been there for nearly three hours.

Pulling out his phone while he waited for Hebe to bring him his requested, he hastily typed out a message before sending:
To: midnight trickster🗡️❤️
Looking to start some chaos today? I need an excuse to get out of here and please skip the rat poison this time love sent

A freezing chill came over him, blanketing the room as if it were covered in frost. Loose papers fluttered to the floor and the air turned crisp; burning the lungs with every breath. In the distance Odin was sure he heard the cawing of a raven. When nothing immediately happened he relaxed a bit, enough to settle back into his chair. That was when it attacked.

A ghoulish figure emerging from the shadows of his office, pale as snow, screeching at the top of her lungs. A draugr. No doubt sent by Loki in his latest attempt to end his life. If Odin had time he would have rolled his eyes and scoffed at the whole situation of it. Honestly, when did Loki have the time to conduct the ritual for this? He shouldn't be surprised, it's very on brand for the Trickster. Instead, Odin was preoccupied with dodging the revenant's slashing motion as she advanced on the Norseman.

Items and furniture were overturned with every backwards step the Allfather took, all in an attempt to get out of the way and find a better approach to this, currently, one sided fight. A battle was something Odin never turned away from, why would this be any different? He grabbed at anything he could, lobbing it towards the creature, only for it to phase through and land on the floor with a resounding thud. "Greaaaat." The woman continued to press on, only having stopped to change directions and follow her prey. Her talon-like fingers grazed him across his right shoulder, sending him tumbling into the floor. More items were thrown from his position on the ground, all of them missed or passed through her. She was on him, so close he could see the fog of his breath, could see the jagged incision of the wound to her throat. The only thing that was left for him to use in his position was an artifact, a shield, he had procured during the fifties in a hidden castle in Wales.

'Shield of Evalach, said to bring holy protection... Here goes nothing,' His internal monologue cut short as he grabbed the shield and held it between him and the draugr, quickly bashing it up into her chest. Luckily, the material made contact and it sent the creature stumbling backwards into his desk. The mini battle continued on like this for some time, with Odin finally being able to land a hit, and the draugr refusing to give up. "Under different circumstances, you would have done well to reach Valhalla." Another successful hit made contact and with it sent the body of the woman into the opposite wall of his office door.

The noise of the door opening distracted Odin enough that the creature lunged at him, knocking his weapon away and pressed him into the floor below. Odin looked up and noticed Hebe standing there in the doorway, papers clasped between her hands.

"I..." The young assistant blinked, blonde hair draping over her shoulder as her head tilted to one side, akin to one examining some abstract (and bizarre) piece of art. There was a rather awkward pause before the details of the Skara Brae dig site crept up to hide the bottom half of her face, a giggle escaping her lips. "I-I didnt realise you were interested in interpretative dance Mr. Odin." She managed to stammer out between her gentle bouts of laughter.

Were he caught in any more of a precarious situation, Odin might have found that comment to be laughable. Instead he gestured with his eyes back and forth between the two women in the room as if to ask "can't you see?!" In a matter of seconds, the draugr screeched trying to nip at his throat before disappearing completely, an ominous sign for sure.

Cautiously getting up from the ground Odin dusted himself off and took in the sight of his office with a crease between his brow. Debris and trinkets scattered throughout, littering the floor and making a mess of the room. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Helga is going to have a fucking field day with this one."

He approached the giggling blonde at his door and reprieved her of the items in hand, taking the paperwork and signing it against the wall - one of the few things that wasn't destroyed - before tucking it under his arm then downing his glass of whiskey in one go. Smacking his lips in pleasure he tossed the glass somewhere behind him, listening for the shattering sound to follow and turned to his assistant with a smile on his face.

"I do believe we're due to make an appearance at the Olympic. Care for a ride?"

Regaining her composure, Hebe shook her head. "Thank you but I'm going to catch the bus. This guy was telling me about how the polar bears have no ice left and it was super sad...so yeah. Bus it is." She finished with a small smile, realising he probably didn't care about any of that.

"I'm sure I'll see you there though Mr. Odin! And I promise I won't tell anyone about your secret hobby!" She chirped lightly. It was best not to question the Allfathers actions too much, she'd found it was better just to roll with his moods & whims. It made for a diverting day job...and at the very least he'd seemed to enjoy the dancing.

Odin watched as she practically skipped out of his office, her grin still plastered on her face as if she were just let in on the most hilarious of jokes. It made him chuckle before doubling over in pain. The draugr did a number on him too it seemed. Before taking his leave he stooped low to pick up the shield that had been tossed to the side deciding to bring it along should he need the protection.

When he finally arrived at the Olympic Club the atmosphere had already warped back to normal. Daily life seemed to have not been interrupted and people were still going about their day blissfully unaware. Stepping through the threshold, icy eyes locked onto his target, but not before scanning the others in attendance. Hati talking to one of the Erotes, Hel lurking about… somewhere he couldn't pin her location but he could sense her. He made a mental note to speak to the Moon chaser later during the festival about restocking his utterly destroyed office.

For now he simply strode in, snagging two glasses of the bubbly, and weaved through the gathering of immortals plopping down beside his brother. His elskhugi sat there, eyes refusing to meet his own, studying the party goers with an intensity that screamed he was scheming. So, Odin sat there talking a long sip of the mute golden liquid, a content sigh falling from him, "If you stare any harder Loki, they'll surely combust and then where will be the fun in that?"



@Akayaofthemoon @TGM @Wolf Mother
last one... i think...





𝖘𝖔 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘... 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓
𝖘𝖔 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘... 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. the olympic club
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. artemis | pothos
changing melinoë's txt color to #e96b7e for this collab
a @smarty0114 | kz collab



Apollo saw her before she saw him. It had always been like that, he thought. He played coy though, letting her eyes rake over him and all his glory. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as he sipped his champagne. When he felt her gaze divert, he trained his eyes on her, watching as she took in the crowd. Her back turned, he moved from his space on the wall. He was bored, and Melinoë was oh so fucking exciting. It was a shame that Pothos wasn’t here to see the show, and yet, that didn’t stop him.

The Bright One came up behind her, soft as the final notes in a sad, sad song. That was what this was to him after all; a song, great and loud and impossible to resist, one he hadn’t quite written the ending for. He didn’t know where it might go, but he knew he liked the melody, and he would indulge himself as long as he was able.

He leaned over her shoulder, whispering in her ear with that musical hush that drove mortals to throw out their best laid plans in favor of a life devoted to art and beauty and wonder. “Long time, no see.”

With an utterance of a few simple words, Melinoë was transported back to when they would meet in the gardens. When he would play his instrument, soft tunes stemming from lithe fingers and full lips. Time seemed to cease to exist but only in those moments. Sun shining and warmth crept along her usually cold flesh. He uttered those words before, when he had stood above her as if she were one of his many worshipers, gazing down at her through long lashes, the sun's rays casting a halo ring behind him. He was beautiful, she remembers thinking in those moments. Moments that were only meant for the pair of them.

Now, however, as his breath hit the shell of her ear Melinoë couldn't help but to roll her eyes, a shiver running up her spine. And she tells herself it's out of disgust. "Long indeed~" She wanted to fall into him, lean into the warmth that only came from when you lay out amidst the sunshine. That's what he provided for her. Then and even more so now. Yet she refrained, instead plucked her own glass of champagne from a wandering server and tipped it back before finally turning to face the sun.

"Looking to break more hearts?"

“I’m always in the market,” Apollo smiled, and took a sip from his glass. “You look good. The Agatha Christie work’s still going well for you then?” He looked into those bright, maddening eyes and smiled wider, like no time had passed at all since their last meeting. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like this game, one sided as it was.

Artemis thought it cruel of him, but could he do much about his nature? She was drawn to girls, and he was destined to an eternal cycle of rising and setting. In place of stability, he offered blue eyes and a smile, promises of tangled bodies, twisted sheets and whispered words of love, dripping from them like notes falling from the strings of a lyre. He offered himself and made no mockery of it; only fools touched the sun, and were shocked when it burned.

Another sip to finish off her glass had her in a very different mood than when she walked in. "Got your attention didn't it?" It was coy enough to garner his fleeting attention. His games he plays. One of the many things about Apollo that infuriates her to no end. What was a game and what was truth? A game she could never hope to win at. Fairly or otherwise. Though she continues to try to compete in, regardless of the outcome.

How she longed for just one more moment of the past. Of feather touches while a gentle breeze shifted the tall grass around entangled bodies. A laugh so musical falling from lips she couldn't believe wasn't his. Endearing words that made her malicious heart soar into the blue sky above them; the only one to witness their time together.

To go back to before everything came to light. The lies, the hurt, the burning that once stood for something passionate and lovely turned scorching and enraged. The familiar feelings boiled low in her gut and if she were to think too long on them it would surely come to the surface. Melinoë didn't want to ruin this moment. She wanted to pretend that those hurt feelings, feelings of getting burned, were all a dream and here in the now was what was true.

Of course, with Apollo, the answer lay somewhere in the middle. He was a poet, and he buried his reality beneath layers and layers of honeyed words and enticing gazes. The game was the truth.

“That it did, that it did,” Apollo said. His eyes peered over the edge of his glass as he took another sip. One did not need an Oracle to deduce what was on his mind. “I’m playing a set at The JJ tonight. Maybe I’ll see you there?” He brought a hand up to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear, smooth even now, in the face of madness.

Melinoë played absentmindedly with the rim of her empty flute, stopping herself from leaning into the brief contact he provided; like a moth to an open flame. Instead, she looked up through her lashes into eyes like the sky, searching his face for any tell that he was toying with her. It wouldn't be the first and definitely not the last. A small drop of champagne clung to the corner of his lips, and as she mulled over his words - coupled with the action of him tucking her stray hair - Melinoë was filled with a sense of proclivity that came out of nowhere. "The Jade Jaguar, hmm?" The faux pondering was strictly for show as she shifted her weight to the opposite foot closing what little gap there was between them. Her empty hand coming to rest beneath his denim, nails scratching lightly across the fabric of his dark shirt, stealing his cap in the process, "I'm sure I could make an appearance for my favorite musician."

She reached out to thumb the liquid off his face, bringing it to her own lips to suck off, "I’m going to need another refill, Sunshine~ Wanna join?" Melinoë gave a wink, proud of herself for being able to keep up in this game of his and for once coming out ahead. Even if it might be short lived she didn’t mind. Being so close to the sun this go round, she didn’t mind a few burns in the process. ’I’m prepared this time…’

Apollo’s good mood remained unfazed. He let out a breath, suddenly struck by the goddess before him. His heart beat faster, spurred on by Melinoë’s flirtations. He lived for these moments, when she surprised him and took the reins in her own hands. “I’d join you anywhere, Little Death. Just lead the way.”


𝖏 𝖚 𝖘 𝖙 𝖕 𝖊 𝖗 𝖋 𝖊 𝖈 𝖙
𝖏 𝖚 𝖘 𝖙 𝖕 𝖊 𝖗 𝖋 𝖊 𝖈 𝖙

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. the loft ⟼ the olympic club
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. just perfect
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. hercules
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. apollo | comus 😭 | hades & perse | macaria | hera |

Tending to the garden. Picking flowers that she just knew would please her mother and sister. After, she planned on getting Zagreus to not take his princely duties so seriously. A lyre plays softly in the distance and though she's heard it before while basking in the sun's rays, she's never officially met the musician. Today would be different...



“...-til I get dragged off to eat teeny tiny little sandwiches, I’ll be keeping you all listening to some, dare I say, groovy tunes.”


Melinoë woke with a start, the radio still playing in the background of her lavish loft. She'd fallen asleep again atop a stack of case files currently in the process of being closed out. It was only a matter of time before she would be contacting her clients to update and collect the rest of her payment. A cheating spouse here, embezzling money from a trust fund there. It was the ones in which she could actually do, scouring in the night and collecting the wandering spirits - delivering justice to their persecutors, something that she gave the most detailed of attention to. The lost souls having been mistreated in life and then again in death. It was a sad life, melancholy even; or at least it should have been. These types of cases would bring even the most seasoned veterans to their breaking point. Melinoë wouldn't blame them for it though. She was born for this after all.

As the deity of madness was shuffling about,putting case files away where they belonged, there came a rapping at her door. Upon opening it she was greeted by the superintendent standing there squared shoulders, a cigar already smoldering between his lips and a look on his face that screamed he wasn't paid enough for shit. "Hey there Miss Mavros," he always had a feeling that that wasn't her true name. However, he wasn't gonna pry into her assorted past life so long as she would extend the same courtesy to him. To Melinoë it wasn't hard to pinpoint someone on the run from a seedy past; one they were trying to avoid at all costs. She wasn't going to expose him - there was no need to. His conscience was doing enough damage to him itself.

"Mornin' Mr. Orsini. What can I do for you?" She held him at the front door, he didn't want to come in anyways. It was easier this way. "Some of the other tenants are still complaining about the odd commotions and comings and goings of some of your, uh... clients?" There it was. The complaints were steadily growing more and more in numbers and Mel assumed everything was going well. She was conducting business out of her home, but she had been up front about it all when she first got the apartment. Why was this suddenly a new development?

"I'm sorry to hafta do this to ya, I really am. But with so many complaints, and the amount of people coming and going outcha your place... I gotta let you go. You're gonna hafta find a new place to live by the end of the month." Instead of lashing out, like she clearly wanted to, she instead tuned the mortal man out. He clearly had some kind of speech prepared on the off chance she would berate and yell at him over the travesty. However, in his eyes, she took it quite well. It left him with a foreboding chill that traveled the length of his spine as he walked back down the hall towards his office. "Heaven help us..."

As Melinoë gathered up her belongings to attend the festival, she was stewing in her disappoint and anger. Her phone dinged somewhere from the confines of her bedding and she stormed over to it, angrily opening up the group message Hercules started ages ago. It was usually something she indulged in when she knew Apollo wouldn't chime in, typically for some kind of get together at a club or bar where a lot of the other gods partook in. Everyone was welcome. Except Hera. She shuddered at the mere thought of the woman. Hercules had posted something along the lines of; we need 1-2 housemates! must love parties! must enjoy good times! Hera not allowed! Seemed like perfect timing with the shit news she just received. Besides, how bad could it be? Parties all the time? Psht. OK that's not that bad. Dealing with muscle-headed jock like beings? Also, not that bad. Mel caught herself grinning in her mirror. Shaking the tantalizing daydream from her mind she opened a separate text thread to Wonder Boy himself.

To: WonderBoy🏋️‍♂️
interested for damn sure. i'll meet up with you at the festival, yeh?

That was that. She tossed the device back on to the bed and continued getting dressed for the event. Since Hera hosted, every.fucking.year. Melinoë's made it her mission to piss off the once queen every chance she got. It wouldn't do well to outright attack her or make claims of war on her in the open. It would incite a riot. Not that Comus would mind; if he were here. But she wasn't entirely sure of who still supported her and her endeavors. She couldn't stand to be blindsided like that. Though her restlessness was getting the better of her as time has passed. Something needed to be done. Sooner rather than later.

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Walking up the doors of the country club, Melinoë let her lip curl into a snarl. Of course Hera would choose this pretentious place. "Plympic Club" How gauche. If she actually looked at the place from a point of view other than hatred for the hostess, she would allow herself to think the place was actually pretty decent. Nice even. However, it was Hera, and this was Mel. And that was never going to happen.

There was already a substantial amount of immortals present that it threw her off. As she made her way to a small table of finger foods she took notice of Hati coming in through the doors, looking more ragged than usual. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Something clearly ruffled his feathers and she was going to make sure to poke fun at it later. Over on the other side of the room sat her parents, looking as in love as always, and it made something constrict her heart and press on her ribs. It wasn't that she wasn't excited for them, on the contrary. However, she would be lying if she said she desire that own look from a special someone - at least at some point.

But those were thoughts for another time. She would have a moment or two before running into him. He was never on time for anything. Always too concerned with, well, everything else. Never what he's supposed too. Clearly not me... Another thought she had to shoo away. He was not going to ruin the Festival for her. Not this year. Not the rest of her life. Never again. Melinoë learned her lesson. At least, that's what she told herself before she caught sight of the Bright One himself.

"Well, fuck me..."

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