#λ::|| eagle bearer

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Just a reminder that it's canon that Kassandra won the gold for Sparta in Pankration at the Olympics. It's canon. Give my girl her flowers.

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‘i  missed  you’  kiss. / from roxana

μ::|| meme:   KISSING  MEME  PROMPTS | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth for roxana

The sun still felt harsh on her eyes in the days since she fought her way out of the Athenian prison. Barnabas and Sokrates had been keeping an eye on her and Ikaros hadn't left her side once as they snuck their way out of the city back to the port. They were right to be worried. It had been a year since the battle of Pylos since anyone of her crew had heard from or seen her. But she was alive, Ikaros had gone for help and Kassandra's immediate request was to leave the damned city and get some food. Of course, there was something else she was in desperate need of. A name and face she hadn't seen outside of dreams and hallucinations in that terrible year alone.

She needn't even say her name when she stepped foot on the ship, words weren't needed. Instead strong arms wrapped themselves under her arms, holding her in a tight embrace, lips pressing against her own. And Kassandra only wondered for a moment if this was real or another one of her visions she suffered as her mind started to fail her from such isolation. But it was shaken quickly by the reassuring warmth and joy of a long-sought reunion in those lips. This was real. Roxana, her love, was here, in her arms. You're alive. She heard in that lovely voice and Kassandra can't help that for once she was not hiding the fact that she was crying.

"It's actually you... you're real." Brows knit in relief as golden eyes shimmered with wetness and stared into Roxana's dark browns. "I saw you every night... but you're here now. For real." The way that she just wanted to collapse against her and truly rest knowing that particular nightmare was over now. "I missed you."

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Why didn't Kassandra ever get a full comic? This snippet of cover art with her on it was so beautiful. Original art by Yanick Paquette.

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a little bean

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Kass getting interrupted during public performances and contemplating murder because of it.

Bonus: Kass hoping no one fucking interrupts her performance today.

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gives her a bottle of alcohol and leaves to kill some cult members. woo

θ::|| @wrcgod

Kassandra glances down at the bottle of fine alcohol before her, and then at the demigod she had only recently met. A fine gift, a very fine gift. She opens the top and whiffs the incredibly potent content. And a very fine distraction.

"Hey. Hey! You aren't going off after the cult without me, are you?"

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Current OOC mood. Fucking battling my sinuses rn.

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The last thing some people see.

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❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ from priestess!Anri, perhaps?

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @decidentia | anri

Twilight had fallen over the Temple of Aphrodite, many of the faithful having gone home for the evening or spending time with the hetaera in private worship. The misthios had found herself outside the temple grounds searching for anything to keep her mind from being consumed by the weight of her task. A hand gliding along her muscular arm had caught her attention, the priestess she had met several times before. Sex and religion, she had conflated the two to her once, along with fear. Kassandra would rarely admit to the latter weighing on her and had little stock in the former, but Gods, if the sex wasn't something she found herself craving in the pale of the moon.

It was there then, out of sight from wandering eyes, that Kassandra devoted herself, not to the gods, but to a more earthly body. Discarded robes and armor off in a corner as eager hands explored the pale skin of the golden-haired priestess. Hungered kisses pressed against lips, doting down the chin and along the jaw, trailing like dripping honey. Fingers mapped the topography of the priestess, trailing, squeezing, and running down her breasts and waist before coming to dip between her legs.

Oh, she could find religion in the body of another, and she could listen to the prayers she drew from their lips. A finger pushed inside, followed by another, a steady rhythm in and out as her other hand grasps behind the blonde's head. As the dark-haired misthios moved on top of her, alternating her kisses between her neck and dipping down to take her nipple into her mouth, all the while curling those fingers inside her at an increasing pace. She drank all the sounds the woman made, drunk like wine and just as intoxicating. Bringing her mouth back to dote more devotion upon her neck, she heard the priestess' breathy utterance. "I'm so close... "

A smile presses against her throat, teeth digging into the skin slightly. Her fingers worked overtime, her thumb coming to rub against her clit, feeling how slick she was, she wanted to bring the priestess close to her goddess, to know such devotion. To see a worshiper of Aphrodite squirm and come undone beneath her and know that it wasn't her goddess that did that, it was her. Crashing her lips back against Anri's their chests pressed together, slick with sweat and shining in the silvery light of the moon, she felt the woman coming undone beneath her, felt the moan that was unleashed against her mouth. She peppered kisses along her throat once more, letting the woman ride out the sensation while her fingers were still deep inside her. As Kassandra's breath was labored, she spoke with a husky tone. "Perhaps I should come to worship more often."

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long way from home, aren't you?

θ::|| @epistrefei

After many days at sea, her travels had brought her to Lesbos on the heels of her next target in the cult, Kodros the Bull. Wandering the island, she had asked around, went off clues she had gathered from her travels, and headed toward Mytilene. Thick wilderness had coated her path, branches picking at her cloak as she made her way toward the bay where the city lay.

Despite her many attempts to focus on the mission ahead, her mind was distracted with thoughts of everything she's been through recently. Pythagoras was her pater! The beasts she thought were only legends were true, one of which supposedly lived here on this very island, and now she stood as the leader of the Daughters of Artemis, even if it cost her someone she had grown to care for in the process. There was no joy in killing Daphne and while killing was what she did best, she sometimes felt as if her blood still clung to her hands.

Her thoughts were interrupted abruptly by the sound of snapping twigs and immediately her bow was raised. Arrow knocked, golden eyes focused in the darkness, clinging to the areas the scant moonlight painted silver. Movement, not human. Drawing the string back, she focused, counted to three, and loosed the arrow. The curt bleat of the dying ibex reached her ears and she knew her shot had rung true. But something felt off as if she was being watched by someone. Not an unusual feeling for the Eagle Bearer, it felt like the Cult always had eyes on her. Ikaros had already swooped down to pick at the fresh kill when Kassandra spun around, drawing another arrow from her quiver and nocking it, ready to draw back and shoot if the need arose.

"Who's there? Reveal yourself!"

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How is this not just Kassandra and Phoibe?

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religion is somewhere between fear and sex. – Anri as a priestess of Aphrodite.

μ::|| meme: the passion (1987) | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @decidentia | anri

It was an interesting way to look at it, she supposed. And such a statement could truly only come from a priestess of Aphrodite. The Goddess of Beauty and Sexual Love. She wasn't fond of most gods, but there was a certain appeal to Aphrodite that she couldn't deny. Maybe it was her affinity for more intimate company and her appreciation for beauty. Or maybe because she really had no issue with the Goddess as opposed to some of the other deities. A thoughtful hum escaped the misthios' lips as she regarded the statue that still stood as gorgeous and empty as it had before.

Fear was a feeling she tried to avoid, there were plenty of things she should be afraid of but just wasn't. Living with her father's voice playing in her head since that night on the mountain, chiding her with lessons taught and making her feel like a little girl again was the closest she'd been to fear in some time. And even now the voice started to fade when she confronted him on the cliffside. Fear now was not being able to save Myrrine, not being able to save Alexios, fear was keeping Phoibe out of trouble (she was still mad at Aspasia for sending a small girl out on her own). But it was never fear for herself.

"Hm, I seem to stay closer to the sex side of things, I couldn't say I've found much religion."

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“I would help you, but it looks like you have it under control.” Roxana pauses, arms crossing. “Im also enjoying the show.”

θ::|| @torntruth | roxana

The others in the crew had gone to shore to get provisions and drinks leaving Kassandra and Roxana on the ship for some much-needed time alone for a few hours. There were still some things that needed doing around the ship before they could relax. The anchor's large rope had just been replaced and Kassandra was tending to the old one, making sure it was in a neat pile to sell to a merchant at port later that day. Roxana's words pulled her from her focus, as she held the rope as thick as her arms and caught that glance.

"You can help with your encouraging words. Or perhaps help me take care of sore muscles when this is over." She gave her a knowing wink as she continued to pull the rope up.

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Myrrine wordlessly sits down beside Kassandra and leans her head on her daughter's shoulder, closing her eyes with a soft sigh.

θ::|| @singofus | myrrine

Kassandra had taken to drinking her black broth on top of her childhood home. It was still difficult to call this place home after her last memories of it. The quiet of the night when most of the city had settled in to rest was the best time for her to get some air. So much rested on her shoulders and she needed a break from it. She barely heard Myrrine as she came up to join her, resting her head against her shoulder. The very thing Kassandra used to do to Myrrine when she was a child. "Do you remember when I used to sneak up here after Nikolaus thought I was asleep?"

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What is Kassandra’s favorite non sexual activity with Roxana?

θ::|| @torntruth​

As much as she’d like to say training with her, and she does love that, she likes the softer moments. Quieter times spent in each other’s company, even if its spending time doing duties on the ship, going to the market in a new port to find a blacksmith or get other goods. There are so many activities she loves with Roxana, but the quieter ones are where she feels she can let her guard down, not be a misthios, not be the Eagle Bearer or the Keeper or whatever other title or expectation someone puts on her. She just wants to be Kassandra of Sparta spending time with the woman who understands her in ways no one else could. There is peace in those times, in her, with her. It calms the raging sea inside her and she feels a safety that normally evades her.