#c: hera

[mcvrae]

"no hay problema, pero puede que recibas un montón de solicitudes. si eso no te molesta a ti, entonces está perfecto." no termina de entender cual sería la finalidad de taggear una cuenta privada pero tampoco lo cuestiona demasiado, si ella lo prefiere así, entonces eso es lo que haría. la observa más detenidamente, para ese punto siente que está retándose a si misma por intentar recordar el nombre de la blonda. "ese semestre decidí divertirme mucho, así que tal vez bebí más de lo que debía en un montón de ocasiones." confiesa entre risas. ladea ligeramente su rostro y la observa, juguetona. "solo estaba diciendo lo que es obvio, pero si quieres que coquetee contigo también puedo hacerlo." a pesar de su tono, hay completa seguridad en cada palabra que pronuncia. "un gusto herae. o un gusto conocerte otra vez." supone que si ya se habían conocido antes, esas palabras son más adecuadas. "prometo que ya no lo volveré a olvidar."

cuando blonda termina, da un paso hacía ella para devolverle atención y se permite un par de segundos para analizar posible respuesta. "claro, pero mi cuenta está privada, ¿no hay problema?" en realidad tenía dos; la personal y la que era manejaba en público en relación a las fundaciones/organizaciones a las que estaban involucrado su apellido, sin contar la presencia en otros temas. "nos encontramos en un par de fiestas." y tal vez por el pasillo, pero más que nada la recuerda porque nombre se le hace peculiar; además que le quedaba a la perfección. "ow, ¿estás coqueteando conmigo ahora?" claramente está picando donde no debe y no le importa, le observa de reojo. "soy herae, no te culpo sino lo recordabas tampoco."

[eileithyiia]

@kissofthemuses liked for a starter

"Mama. Say on a purely hypothetical scenario, someone from our pantheon not only liked someone from another pantheon and has a crush on them but also knows the crush likes them back just as much... What would the consequences be of that?"

[cvopeland]

— ( conversación privada 2/ 4 )

"una rubia con un vestido blanco y un montón de sangre falsa no era suficiente. me da gusto que les diéramos el gusto de ver dos." hace referencia a las claras similitudes entre sus disfraces y aunque no fue intencional, no pierde oportunidad de hacer el comentario. "te ves increíble por cierto."

@heraeb

[goldenhandmaiden]

@nectaric liked for a starter

"So, I'm thinking, if we move the appointment that Achelois has requested to have with you to Wednesday at 11, it will then give you an excuse to cut your appointment short with Gaia." Iris suggests as she looks up from the calendar in her computer to look over at Hera. "Or would you prefer me to keep the appointments as they are now?"

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Hera being dragged out to a mortal bar by the other goddess for some reason

You don't know they're goddess

You try to flirt with Hera

"I am married."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'll leave you alone then."

Winds up talking the whole time somehow because Hera is just. Shocked that someone who doesn't know who she is is taking no for an answer.

(Zeus never has taken no for an answer.)

At the end of the night when the other goddess are ready to leave, you give Hera your number.

"Text me, maybe we can hang out sometime over coffee. You seem like someone I want for a friend."

Hera is floored.

(I know she's just as nuanced as every other mythoperson but she's my bbygrl)

Cue extremely awkward mother-son bonding time where Hephaestus goes into special interest mode when his mom asks for help choosing a phone.

At some point: therapy

Tragedy: there's no divorce ever for Hera

Not Tragedy: she gains better understanding of connection and emotions and makes genuine friends

Tragedy: you, being mortal, eventually die

[cvopeland]

"¿karate?" alza una de sus cejas y suelta una risita. "nunca dejas de sorprenderme herae borsuk" pues cuando cree conocer por lo menos una buena parte de la vida de la blonda, suelta detalles como aquellos que desconocía por completo. no tarda en comenzar su andar, enganchando su brazo con el de hera. sigue el paso que ella pauta, prestando atención a su propuestas. "vamos al bar que te gusta." no tarda mucho en llegar a la decisión, confía en que debe de ser un buen lugar si ella lo disfruta. "podemos buscar algo de comer ahí también." la idea de salir ahora le entusiasma, por lo que no ve mucho caso en ir primero a almorzar. sabe que no hay ningún apuro necesariamente, pero prefiere ir a donde puedan pedir un trago y comenzar la noche. "el lugar no importa— solo quiero que seamos tu y yo y con eso estoy segura que la pasaremos bien." gira ligeramente su rostro con la intención de verla mientras habla. comisuras se elevan ligeramente. si de algo está segura es que le ha resultado un poco imposible dejar de pensar en ella y las pocas oportunidades que habían tenido para hablar no han ayudado a calmar sus dudas e incertidumbres. no agrega otro comentario, camina a su lado, dejando que sea hera quien guíe el camino pues no confía mucho en propias habilidades para ubicarse. no es mucho el tiempo que les toma salir de la universidad. "¿tenemos que pedir un taxi o podemos llegar ahí caminando?" pregunta en cuando ponen un pie fuera del lugar. "puedo caminar quince minutos máximo antes de morir congelada." tono de voz es completamente exagerado, pero realmente no es muy buena aguantando aquél tipo de clima.

"viví el tiempo suficiente entre italia e inglaterra para conocer bastante del continente europeo. además, cuando practicaba karate también me tocó viajar bastante, así que..." se encoge de hombros, no realizaba lo mucho que había hecho durante adolescencia con el único fin de mantenerse ocupada y probablemente sin tiempo disponible para el caos que la esperaba de vuelta en new york; y si es que había uno al que retornar. hace un ademán para que avancen, afianzando contacto pero tomándose su tiempo en cada paso; tampoco había tanta prisa con dicho clima esperándolas afuera. "podríamos empezar con algo simple, como tal vez almorzar fuera de la universidad." ofrece sin más, eso también le daba oportunidad de organizar sus ideas al respecto. contacto le generaba cierto cosquilleo del que no se había percatado años atrás, no quería centrarse en eso así que mantiene mirada al frente. "no sé si escuché a malena o a quién realmente sobre uno que encontraron, que se ve relativamente decente." tampoco recuerda con exactitud cuando se supone que irían. "pero si puedo llevarte a un bar que me gusta bastante." asiente ya con más entusiasmo y adelanta un poco el paso, indirectamente mirando alrededores para cerciorarse que no se iban a perder en los alrededores de la universidad. "es mucho más grande que pomona." musita, frunciendo ligeramente el ceño.

[uwingdispatch]

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[lunarhorrors]

have you ever wondered what would happen if c!aimsey, o!aimsey, au!aimsey, arg!aimsey, and other aimsey variants met? have you ever had the thought, man, this guy needs therapy! while watching aimsey lore? do you love hera (arg!guqqie)?

well BOY do i have the fic for you!

“Aimsey Variant Group Therapy” is 2.8k words of the most unserious but also sort of devastating(??) sunshipduo content. read it on ao3 and let me know what you think!

i had so much fun writing it. i hope you enjoy :] <3

[mommymothma]

Spoilers for Andor Season 2 (with pictures)

Okay I just watched episode 9 of Andor season 2 and I simply cannot neglect my duties any longer. I would not be a star wars blog if I did not put to writing the pure ECSTACY I felt watching this arc. The season's previous arcs have been exceptional, but this one has been PHENOMENAL. I mean COMPELLING. My ass has been sat for damn near three hours, thinking, contemplating, considering everything I was watching unfold in front of me. I watch A LOT of TV, and if you ask me what I think are objectively some of the best shows ever (some are even my favourites) Andor will be up there. Whether you are a Star Wars fan or not, this show has something for you. Season one blew me away in all regards-- "One Way Out" is still in my top 5 list of the best episodes of all time, "Welcome to the Rebellion" is now creeping up on its seat. I am going to go IN DEPTH on my favourite aspects, and break down some scenes and imagery because I'm a nerd, so I will hide it behind a break so that those who do not care, or do not want spoilers, can keep scrolling

Mon Mothma's character, development, story is honestly my favorite arc in the show. I have been ON MY KNEES for her since season 1 (and really long before that). Her arc in S2 1-3 was no exception, and added to one of the more personal plotlines explored in the series. In season one we see her make the ultimate sacrifice for the rebellion- her daughter. And as a result we are rewarded with this incredible piece of imagery:

Which in case you already aren't aware of the significance of this image I insist you examine the Rebellion logo below (shoutout to Sabine). Picture the flanking pillars on the side as the edges of the semi circle and Mon as the center "pillar".

I have been thoroughly obsessed with this still since season one, so you can imagine my eyes have been peeled this season for more imagery, and I am probably reaching here but I found an interesting pattern with Cassian (keep in mind, I had to scroll a lot to find these images so I might have missed something in episodes 1-6, if I did, please please please reblog and show me so I can loose more sleep).

In episodes 7-9 of season two Cassian is based out of Yavin, and coincidentally his house has a circular door. So I was on the edge of my seat, watching tentatively WAITING for a similar setup for him. But I noticed a pattern, whenever he is framed for a proper position to replicate the logo he is sharing the space with someone.

Like here where he is sharing it with Bix and Wilmon. Also in this scene, he is the first the leave.

I was getting frustrated at this point because they kept getting close and I was on the edge of my seat. The next opportunity, and I was SO sure this would be it, Wilmon is missing, but Bix remains, forcing the frame to widen him out of position and show like this

WE EVEN HAVE THE TREES POSITIONED AS PILLARS THIS TIME

Now you can probably guess where I'm going with this. Now that Bix is gone, I believe there is a much higher chance he will get center screen, and his "official-unofficial" Rebellion badge. It is all I want please Tony Gilroy. I will owe you for the rest of my life If you just give me the cinematic experience of this framing one more time!!!

But moving on to my next topic- Ghorman vs Ferrix

I probably don't need to like draw it out for everyone, because this was way more obvious messaging. I felt distraught for Cassian who essentially had to witness Ferrix all over again, only on Ghorman... they lose. It's like an insight into what COULD have been. The Ghorman genocide draws a lot more attention to background characters deaths to emphasize the fact that this is a LOSS, whereas in my season 1 rewatch I notice that there is less (but still some) emphasis on civilian death. Other parallels include the catalytic throwing of the bomb, the singing as a means of choral rebellion. The site of the massacre occurs in a grave/memorial in both locations (Ferrix the wall, Ghorman the memorial plaza). In Ghorman, the imperials were given the go-ahead to shoot to kill, while on Ferrix, they were asked to bring in Andor alive, causing some hesitancy to be the first man pulling the trigger. I'm sure there are so many more people who will add, but off the top of my head, these are what I could recall.

Episode 8 also shows us the death of one of our main characters Syril. He has been with us since season one and I'm sure he will be missed. I think the interpretation of his character will be extremely varied among fans, but my general understanding is this; Syril was not willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goals, and for that reason he died... morally grey. On the other hand, Dedra was willing to set aside literally everything, albeit reluctantly. Watching her breakdown and repeatedly slip through the first two episodes was endearing and captivating. It's almost like beneath everything is a woman who just wanted to prove herself. Regardless, I don't think this is the end for her, I think it's the beginning (and thus, I also really want a frame of her imitating the imperial symbol to add to my collection). But back to Syril, I chose two images that sum up his character ambitions. He is selfish in every sense of the word, but he is also weak.

On the top we have Syril choking Dedra. At first this seemed out of character, but we have to remember that while Dedra was locked up in her Hightower, devoid of any Ghorman notion, Syril was not. I can totally see how he would get frustrated and lash out at her. I also got the sense this wasn't the first time, based on her reaction. But that is purely speculation. In season 1 Syril could not hold his own whatsoever, he WAS the battle-avoiding officer, who was humbled greatly at his first combat exposure. It's clear that since his demotion he has gotten used to being a soldier, being expendable. So now it is his turn to show the elite that real power comes from the people, and not the elite. It's interesting because he could have prevented Ghorman, or at least delayed it in this moment, but he has never truly overcome his doubt and weakness, a point that is solidified when he loses to Cassian and the Ghorman rebels. Although I wouldn't consider Syril redeemed, I think it's fair to say that he tried. Given more time, he might have finally learned how to use a blaster.

OKAYYY back to Mon because I'm not done with the senate. Bullet points first;

Shout out to Bail Organa, I love this man, and I would die for him. I appreciate that they went for the subtle recast, no unnecessary CGI budget. The actor was phenomenal and embodied the character well. Great chemistry with Genevieve.

Mon absolutely losing it at her daughter's wedding was one of the most tragic things I have ever witnessed on screen, and keep in mind this happened simultaneously with Brasso's death (RIP Brasso, if I had the energy I would give him more screen time). Watching the ceremony was harrowing for multiple reasons: the first, being that they were literal children. Child marriage. The second, is that it was COMPLETELY OPTIONAL. Leida CHOSE to do that, even after Mon gave her an out. I felt her pain in my chest, when Mon tried to have a civil, loving conversation with her daughter and Leida practically spat in her face. If Anakin was going to kill any kids it should have been her sorry not sorry. But I can't imagine what it is like to watch your child voluntarily participate in the same thing that traumatized and radicalized you. To add to that, the only person from her past she still trusted, maybe even loved (platonic or otherwise) was murdered by the man who was her closest ally. I simply just envy her strength, and I could talk about that wedding scene for hours. For now, I'll leave it with one more note, and that is: I was acutely aware of the braid-cutting symbolism. This is definitely me reaching again, but we know that Jedi braids are a symbol of growth, knowledge, acquired wisdom, and age. So seeing in the universe a normally sacred thing be cut and discarded was a little jarring. It represents an abandonment of all those things. (I am once again reinforcing the head cannon that Leia fills the role of her daughter once she joins the rebellion because Mon deserves to be a good mom to somebody.)

Last week Mon Mothma's arc was sidelined a bit for the sake of some other things, but this week we finally got the bigger picture. Making Cassian the agent that brought her to the rebellion and saved her life was just genius. An incredible way of tying the story together and FINALLY placing the main characters in the same setting. I almost can't believe we have three more episodes to go, because episode 9 felt like a finale. I didn't think I would be fed so well, let alone given DESSERT next week. Her speech about the abyss... jaw breaking. Her and Bail thwarting the system to make it happen? Fucking incredible. The ESPIONAGE of Andor sneaking into the senate and out of the senate with a WANTED senator by-- let I remind you alllll the way back to season 1 episode 3 "pretending you belong there". Her reactions to the deaths of the "bad guys", especially Kloris who she had known betrayed her the moment he showed up. She expresses empathy, even to her enemies. This messaging is something that was reinforced in the Ghorman episodes prior: "There is nothing to save if we give up what makes us Ghorman" (or something similar). It's also a massive wake-up call to her, that the rebellion is MESSY. She had been lucky thus far, to avoid associated bloodshed. But she is struck with the realization that this will be her life now and forever, unless the empire is defeated. Tears roll down her cheeks and she expresses how scared she is, but like everyone else she puts her trust in Cassian, and our boy "always pulls through".

Last things I want to squeal about "Rebellions are built on hope"

I don't need to explain. And if you are confused, wait till next week and go watch Rogue One ASA you finish episode 12 thank me later.

Live, laugh, love Saw Gerrara screen time. He is freaking me out a bit, but I am intrigued.

K2SO ORIGIN BABY LETS GOOOOO. Still one of my favourite droids in the franchise, and I hope to GOD he gets at least a little screen time next week.

Incorporating Krennic is an incredible decision. I have no notes on this, other than I think someone needs to die via asphyxiation while trying to achieve their goals (Dedra perhaps)

Now do I have predictions for the finale???

Yeah. Unfortunately, most of them are tragic. I think we will be saying farewell to a large assortment of characters next week, most prominently Wilmon and Luthen. I just think that Andor has to lose his last connection to Ferrix in order to truly become endowed to the rebellion. I don't think Wilmon will die, but I can see him siding with Saw in a heated argument and parting ways. Luthen has been and always will be a mystery. At one point, I thought they might explore his character more, like his premise is certainly interesting: how does a random shopkeep in Coruscant become the underground leader of the rebellion?

I don't know, and I don't think we ever will. The kyber he wears around his neck may point to an explanation, but to be honest, I think he probably stole it. Andor and Mothma will agree that Luthen must step out of the shadows or leave, and Luthen will leave. Then probably die. Rumbles on Kleya and potentially Vel dying as well, but for Mon's sake I hope not. Those are the only people she has left, and I don't think I could stomach watching her say goodbye to Vel. Kleya is less important, but I am emotionally attached to her for some reason. I think I like that she is a good balance between Luthen's dogma and Mon's morale.

Last but certainly not least, I truly, from the bottom of my heart, anticipate that episode 12 will end at the start of Rogue one. I think Tony is gonna go back to the source material, and much like Rogue One did with episode 4, I think he will do it again. Do I think we will get a Jyn Erso cameo? Not a significant one, I think it's more likely we see Andor heading to the meeting point, or being introduced to his next mission.

If you read for this long, I seriously thank and appreciate you. Slide into the DMs my friends, if you want to talk about Andor, or anything Star Wars at the moment. I'm certain I will have another novel-length dissertation next week (probably written in all caps). If I don't, please check on me, my anemic ass is prone to fainting under pressure and if Gilroy keeps cooking my bp may not be able to handle it.

Cheers, and may the force be with you.

[gkettle]

He found it on the floor somewhere

[eileithyiia]

When was the last time you actually got some rest? - hera

Eileithyia frowns as she starts to think about when was the last time she slept and finds herself unable to give Hera an answer, so she reaches into the pocket of her scrubs and pulls out her phone. Eyes going wide in surprise and of realisation, for she has not only miss missed several missed calls and text messages, but the battery was only at 80%, from her not using it and today's date was not the date she was expecting.

The princess then quickly puts her phone away and looks at her mother once more, "If today's date is correct, then it was three days ago." She knew better than to lie. "But I'm totally fine mama, just need another energy drink or coffee and I'll be right as rain!"

@nectaric

[cvopeland]

 ( @heraeb envió) —  003. el interior de un acogedor pub iluminado por luz tenue. 

empina su bebida y termina el contenido de la misma en un solo trago. notoria es su desesperación por acallar aunque sea un poco todos los pensamientos que cruzan su cabeza sin darle un descanso. su mirada va a dar con la de la rubia y se obliga a ofrecerle una pequeñísima sonrisa. "me encanta este lugar." y lo dice con honestidad, está segura que en cualquier otra situación disfrutaría más estar ahí. "cualquier lugar es mejor que la estúpida sala de espera del hospital" baja un poco su voz, pues aunque no quiere ser aquello de lo único que hable, resulta imposible no mencionarlo.

[wrxnxashby]

The day at work had been slow, leaving Wren time to do a little bit of writing in between customers. He leaned against the counter behind the till, occasionally glancing up from his notebook so he would be ready if he was needed. These were the days he enjoyed, and though they could get boring, it was far less stressful for him. Lately, it seemed like things weren't getting much better; if anything they were getting worse. He was anxious nearly daily, high almost all of the time, and he was struggling to sleep. His parents kept calling him nonstop, and he rarely answered. It wasn't exactly like him to not speak to his mother at the very least, but being alone left him with plenty of time to think, and he was beginning to realize his mother's place in his relationship with his father. When he heard the crying, he looked up, brows raised, and a soft smile growing. He set the notebook down on the counter, walking to the other side near the till. "Hey, it's okay." He shrugged, leaning forward. "You seem to have your hands full," he observed. "Looks like you'll need about five more coffees."

closed starter for @wrxnxashby location: coffee carousel

Hera had one of her parents drop her and Maia off downtown for the day and after picking up a few things she needed, she settled with her daughter at the coffee shop and was looking on her phone at where was hiring in town and what she wanted to do. She knew she had to get a job soon so that she didn't just slum off the Coopers for the rest of her life, but she wasn't sure who would hire her since she didn't have a GED. As she was looking through, Maia started crying and a few people glanced at her with some annoyed glances and she quickly picked up her two-month-old daughter to try to sooth her. Hera's gaze met the barista behind the counter and she gave him an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry."

[drksanctuary]

Ok last one so I can be a completionist @titan-army-week

PART 7: Family

After what feels like hours he doses off…memories of Celina flooding him. Her smile,the way she cheered when she got a potion to have the exact reaction she wanted. How she would proudly show off her new concoctions to Alabaster. He also had thoughts of Shreya with her watchful eyes, reading auras almost psychic-like in her interpretations of the smallest movements. He remembered Eva’s mastery of mist manipulation…and how much she liked horses. He thought of Brandon’s struggle with runes, how it frustrated him that it didn’t come as easy as spell-casting. Not every part of Magic comes easy to every one.

/That’s easy for you to say/ a voice in the back of his head prods at him.

What? …

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re good at every part Alabaster.” Lou Ellen said, directing a tone at him that is somehow both petty and full of wisdom and maturity.

“Just let me talk to him,” Al said starting toward Brandon’s bunk.

Lou Ellen stood in his way. “No,” she said, “Just give him some space Al.”

“But if I knew what the problem was I could fix it-“

“That’s exactly the problem, Al.”

“We can figure it out together!” Al stepped to the side.

“It’s not what he wants.” Lou moved in front again.

“But I can-“ Al strode forward,

“Make it worse,” Lou said. Finally resorting to physically pushing him away. Her eyes glowed purple.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the most powerful, the strongest child of Hecate…”

“Yeah which is why I am qualified to-“

“Gods could you just let me finish?!”

Alabaster heaved a sigh. An exaggerated one.

“It’s hard to be our best when your around.”

“Our?”

“Yes”

“Why? Lou you’re second strongest…I’d say you’re doing your best just fine.”

“Hardly second, Magic wasn’t as intuitive to me, I had to work SO HARD. Brandon is the same way. But Al, he cares so much about making a good impression.”

“Exactly, I know exactly what impresses mother, so if I help him-”

“Gods you’re so stupid,” she said her palm to her forehead.

***

“Well then explain it to me” Alabaster said, fighting the urge to stop her from packing. “Explain to me why you are deciding to leave us when we need you.”

“You proved just fine you don’t need me,” Lou scoffed, closing her suit case a little harder than she intended. She was just so mad. So frustrated.

“What?? Because of one game? come on Lou, are you that much of a sore loser-“

Lou turned on him eyes flashing purple and green.

This gave Alabaster pause he’d only ever seen her use purple. A strong purple but never green. Never had she been able to use the strongest of the magic glows.

He was tempted to say, “See? You grow stronger everyday!” but the way she glared at him was more than a petchulant loss of a silly training game. She looked like she was going to cry…or rip him apart…or both.

“You think,” she said, advancing on him, “that I’m referring to the game?”

“I-had” Al swallows, “up until you glowed at me like that.”

“You are so smart, Al…I don’t know how your also so fucking stupid.”

“And I still don’t understand why you think it’s ok to abandon us when we need you.” Alabaster said, his own frustration growing. He didn’t like being called stupid.

“Like I said, you don’t need me,” Lou Ellen continued, “You already have a second strongest, and it’s not me!”

Al scoffed. “Lou, do you think that mom wants Marina to fight in a battle with me? While she has raw power and talent she’s hardly ready to-“

“Oh! You see, there it is!” Lou said, smugly.

“What? Theres what?? I gave all of our siblings their assignments based on where they’d be most useful and most safe! Do you want me to put a little eight year old girl in the line of fire? Perhaps you are the stupid one!” Alabaster seethed.

“I never…said who I thought the second strongest one was” Lou said

“You-“

“But you knew.”

“Well- I mean, I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Al, you think she’s stronger than me,” Lou said. And she seemed truly hurt by the sentiment.

“Well she has a lot of potential is what I was trying to s -“

“No.” Lou Ellen cut him off, “it’s what you said.”

“I thought you didn’t care about the ranking, Mom wants us to be a team, not infighting! The strongest protects but we all contribute.”

“And mom only ever really talks to you! She hasn’t spoken to any of us more than once!”

“Is that what this is? You want more validation from Mom?”

“No! I just…I have seen how you get Al. So focused. So sure you are right about things, but you don’t understand that not all of us have that… and the rest of us aren’t Marina, ok? We aren’t all your little prodigies!”

“Marina has probably heard from mother the least, and you want to compare clout there?”

“I don’t care about moms attention Al! We all care about one thing!”

Al was confused. Winning the Titan war? Their mother getting a throne? “Equality for all demigods, not just Olympians,” Al said, so sure he is correct.

“No Al.” Lou said, her things all packed. She grabbed it all, ready to leave she started for the exit but pauses at Al’s shoulder who retracts his attempt to stop her when he sees her purple and green glowing eyes bore into his own.

“Your loyalty is to the cause. Ours? ….We all care so so much…” Lou said, in a sharp whisper. “About what YOU think of us.”

Alabaster inhaled sharply, he expected her to shove him, but honestly this hurt more. Lou Ellen walks past him.

“S-since when do you care what I think of you?”

“I always have,” Lou said, “But don’t worry…I’ll get over it.” She turned and headed out.

Al wanted to be petchulant. To say “Fine go” but all he could do was default to what he always did for his siblings.

“Lou!…” Al called after her, “If you’re going to go, at least don’t go to Camp!…it’s not safe there….“

The visions of Camp half blood burning returned to him.

“Lou??” He called again, but she was already gone. He was…

***

Alone. Al is alone.

Luke is dead. Silena is dead. Ethan…there’s no way he could’ve survived that fall…Ethan is…dead.

Alabaster looks left and right of the battle theater they’re in. It’s over. They’ve lost. This…wasn’t supposed to happen.

He can’t find his siblings anywhere on the battlefield. When he’d ordered the retreat some monsters turned on them. He told them to hide while he fended them off. He stands now, alone…monster ash swirling at his feet. On instinct he heads to Marina’s safe reinforcement site.

He turns the corner to find Ares’ gigantic form casually strolling along. He seems to be surveying the damage of the battle with the cheer of someone meandering through the park on a warm summer day. Al sees the god start to pick his teeth with a small gold sword.

Marina’s sword.

When Ares moves to the side…Alabaster sees it. Or rather he doesn’t see it. The small building…the reinforcement site…was gone. Clobbered down to the foundation stones by what looks to be a giant flaming sword that now lies in the scabbard on that assholes hip. There looks to be bodies…and blood.

Alabaster is in attack mode before he can fully register it. He activates one of the traps Brandon had set on the perimeter knocking the Olympian bastard to the ground and covering him in a green net.

He draws his sword and charges the runes until they’re practically dripping with magic. He runs over and stabs it into the gods neck.

“Argh!!” Ares growls

The wound was not deep enough . Shit.

“Who the fuck are you?” Ares says

“Why?” Is all Al can manage

“Why what?” Ares says flexing his neck muscle to push Al’s sword out.

Al smacks it in and activates all the damage runes he has. It goes deeper into the flesh with a sick squelch as ichor splurts out.

“Ow! fuck!” Ares curses, his skin starting to glow faintly.

“WHY DID YOU KILL THEM??! THE BATTLE WAS OVER! WHY???!!??”

Ares chuckles. Apparently Alabasters suffering was amusing to him.

“My job punk…snuffing out the resistance!” He says and his skin starts to glow brighter with yellow light.

Al averts his eyes the yellow light gets mixed with green. He had been certain that he used the last of his magic. Where is -

He is picked up and mist traveled away before he can understand it and he arrives somewhere and appears to be…

***

Alone.

The adrenaline is still thrumming through him when he registers where he is. The black tumbled throne. He looks around for the sibling that brought him here. He hopes for Marina. But all he sees no one. He whirls around, doing a full 360. But when he turns again, suddenly he sees:

“Mom?”

“Shhh” Hecate reaches out to brush his hair with her hand.

“Mom! they kiled them!! They’re dead…Brandon, Eva, Shreya,…m-Mari-” he chokes.

“Alabaster,” she says softly but firmly,“I know, it’s a great terrible loss but you have to be quiet.”

“Why?!” Alabaster screeches.

“Because we are deciding your fate, boy.”

Zeus, Hera, Ares and Hermes stood before them.

“Please.” Hecate says, “Spare him.”

Ares scoffs.

“Please.” Hecate reiterates…pleads.

“We have made our decision,” Hera says very diplomatically. “He may live, but he is never to set foot on the camps or he may corrupt the remaining siblings…as he did the others.”

“Fu-“ Alabaster tries to curse but Hecate’s hand covers his mouth.

“Thank you, my Lords and Lady.”

Al is mist traveled again.

“Fuck them!” Alabaster says.

“Alabaster,” Hecate says.

“I’m going to to destroy them.” He says shaking.

“Alabaster.” she admonishes.

“I’m going to burn Olympus to the ground!” Alabaster tells the green glowing in his eyes erupting into small green flames. The strongest level. He seethes. Smoke coming out of his mouth.

“My son-” Hecate says, this time with concern. “I’m sorry…I could only do so much…but you need to keep living… please.” she hands him something flat, a piece of paper maybe. “Don’t forget them and you’ll never be…”

****

Alone… after all of it…the Titan army, survival with no camp, Lamia…and here he was. Alone again. His bullet proof vest ripped to shreds. Claymore …is dead. It’s happened again.

He has a small notebook with the spell in it. The one that will keep Lamia away from him. On the last page of the notebook is a picture he’d taped there when he incurred his last loss. He thought he’d learned his lesson.

The picture showed him and his siblings…he’s even managed to wrangle Ethan into it. He had a knack for that didn’t he…getting people to go places they normally wouldn’t.

“I’m sorry” he says for what must be the thousandth time. But this time it stings anew. “I’m so sorry,” he sobs, “I don’t know what to do…what am I supposed to do???” he hugs his legs.

They don’t answer…of course they don’t. They just appear as vague shadowy mist figures around him. Trying to comfort him. But he is inconsolable. He’s gotten yet another person killed by involving them in his problems…how is he supposed to go on.

“Don’t let it happen again?” a voice says

Alabasters head shoots up. His mist forms never spoke to him unless he wanted them to.

“Claymore??” He says incredulously.

“Hey, kid.”

Al wipes the tears from his eyes.

“How are you here?”

“You’re mom wanted me to stick around….watch after you. I figure I’d be a better guardian then your fake father in that card.

Alabaster nods, “Yeah, probably.”

“So…you ready to help an old man find out some truths?”

“Yeah,” Alabaster says.

He looks down at his family photo, just underneath it, a new mist card appeared. One with a sketch of Dr. Howard Claymore.

Maybe, Al thinks, Maybe he’s not alone and this…is the start of his new Family.

The end????

(Probably not find out more in Lifting the Mist curse Comic or Son of Magic volume 2) hahahaha

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"voy a venir a visitarte más seguido. por lo menos hasta que te enfades de mi y me digas que necesitas tu espacio." bromea un poco antes de brindarle una sonrisa. en realidad siente que ambas se han apartado un poco, la distancia quedó clara cuando no tenía idea de lo que había sucedido con hera y su madre. no la culpa, pareciese que todos se aferraron a las semanas de normalidad que se les brindaron entre tantos sucesos. lo que pasó en la gala tampoco parecía ayudar demasiado al caso, es por eso que siente que se aferra a cualquier sentimiento de normalidad que existe cuando está con la rubia. una carcajada ahora mucho más genuina abandona sus labios cuando le dice que jamás la dejaría tocar su cabello. "ey— solo me ofrecía. pero si, no me dejes cerca de tu cabello con unas tijeras." ni siquiera tendría confianza para hacerlo con su propio cabello. su expresión cambia junto con el tema de conversación. una parte de ella quiere decirle que no puede ser bueno vivir esperando lo peor, pero sabe que está siendo demasiado optimista. mas bien, debería de anticipar las cosas tal como ella lo está haciendo. "ya no sé que pensar de todo esto." admite con cierta derrota. "cuando parece que las cosas están bajo control algo aparece para recordarnos que todo está jodido." niega un par de veces ante su pregunta. "la vi pero fue antes de todo esto" sabe que necesita buscarla, quiere estar ahí para ella, pero al mismo tiempo no tiene idea de que le va a decir. "no hay que subestimarla, hera. estoy segura que para este punto todos podemos con más de lo que pensamos" y es que no han tenido alternativa, han tenido que aprender a lidiar con la situación y mantenerse firmes ante cualquier cosa que les han estado arrojando sin tener un maldito respiro de por medio. hombros suben y bajan con tranquilidad. "no te disculpes, es lo que está ocupando la cabeza de todos." su mirada va a dar con la de la blonda y se anima a tomar su mano dándole un pequeño apretón. gesto que anteriormente era completamente normal para ambas ahora le hace sentir un cosquilleo recorrer toda su anatomía. "y pase lo que pase vamos a estar juntas, ¿si?" con la mano que tiene libre pasa un mechón de su cabello detrás de su oreja, acercándose un poco a ella. "no quiero que que te apartes de nosotros y que termines tomando un montón de responsabilidades tu sola o que sientas que es tu trabajo arreglarlo todo. no estás sola, hera."

tiene toda su atención, porque ahora sólo se limita a escucharla conforme avanza entre palabras. le gustaría ubicarse a sí misma en la habitación, a veces sentía que no era ni la sombra de aquella que recién fue llamada líder; tan medida, tan arrogante y al mismo tiempo con carencia de libertad para hacer tanto. seguía siendo igual de implacable e incluso hasta pecaba de cruel por la forma en la que ahora estaba decidiendo manejar lo demás de ahora en adelante; la idea de la traición la perseguía constantemente al punto que semanas atrás si fue capaz de arrebatarle el sueño, empujarla a un punto de cansancio tan agresivo que tuvo que recurrir a desquitarse con algún ejercicio que fuera capaz de noquearla. "en realidad, eso es algo bastante positivo. somos cerbero y yo acá, no tengo que estar preocupándome si estropea algo en la casa de los grigsby." además que pese a confianza con theseus, tampoco quería abusar de la que recibía por parte de percival o siquiera del primer mencionado. considera que hay muchas situaciones que pudo manejar de otra manera de no haber estado tan sola al final; pese a que también eso sabía que en parte era su culpa, silenciosamente se estaba castigando por eso al prácticamente quedarse exiliada. "siempre puedes venir, mi espacio es tu espacio." invita sin analizar mucho sus palabras, pese a cierta tensión que existía recluida en propia anatomía por culpa de últimos acontecimientos, quería hacerla pasar lo más ligera posible para no generarle ningún tipo de incomodidad a blonda. "oh, dylan, te amo pero jamás te dejaría a cargo de mi cabello." sabe que la molesta, tinte burlón presente en rosáceos; ni siquiera ella misma tenía la experiencia para atreverse y por el momento deja la idea ahí. entrecejo se torna mucho más serio, vuelve a ser algo más correspondiente a esa actitud recta que la caracteriza. "honestamente, prefiero anticipar una posible traición que lamentar el no haberlo hecho." ella la conocía lo suficiente, pese a lo tacaña que solía ser hera con detalles, sólo dando información conveniente y la que ella consideraba que los demás debían manejar en orden de dar voto de confianza. "¿la has visto últimamente? me preocupa que no sean capaz de manejar otro interrogatorio o en el peor de los casos, un juicio directo como el de cecilia." sabía que tenía que prepararse; no iba a dejar a vesper sola en esto, a ninguna de las mencionadas en realidad. "sé que es algo prematuro porque todavía no tienen cargos añadidos, pero creo que deberían empezar a prepararse." entonces niega con la cabeza, no quiere atormentarla con su propios pensamientos. "prometí no hablar mucho de esto y acá estoy, lo lamento."