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‘i  missed  you’  kiss. / from roxana

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

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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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θ::|| @singofus​ (Fenyx) has encountered the demigod

       After a treacherous voyage,Kassandra had landed on the Golden Isle. Something had told her she needed to go, that her assistance was needed here. The island was beautiful, verdant with flowers dotting the hilly shore. But something bothered her. It was quiet. Really really quiet. Disturbingly so. A few strange statues lined the shore, poses frozen in action. Almost like a gorgon stared them down mid-movement, but that wouldn’t happen so far away from caves and caverns would it? That was where those creatures liked to hide she always suspected. 

      The demigod folded her arms over her chest as her golden-brown eyes scanned the area. Not a soul in sight... save for what appeared to be a teenage girl not too far down the path. A local maybe? She approached, purpose in her step. “Hey! Hey kid! Are you from around here? I am looking for the nearest town!” 

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

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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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θ::|| @torntruth​:   how long have you been standing there ? / from Roxana.

          The misthios smirked. Roxana always caught her when she stared for too long, though it wasn’t like she was trying to be subtle about it. To be honest, Kassandra sometimes just wanted to watch her as she went about her day. Roxana had been tending to her armor and weapons, as Kassandra had just lingered by the doorway, leaning against the frame with arms across her chest. She loved their moments on the battlefield, cutting through foe after foe, but the moments in between made everything all the more worth it. A small smile crossed her features as Roxana asked.

               “A while. I was enjoying the view. Did you want some company?” 

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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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A Darkened Dawn: One Shot | Corrupted!Verse

          Remnants of the Cult had clung to Greece hoping for some foothold to claw their way back up from the oblivion the Eagle Bearer had granted them. No matter where they lingered, what shadows they had shrouded themselves in, she found them. And in her new found immortality, she gladly faced them with even less hesitation than before. She could balance finding the artifacts and destroying the lingering threads of the Cult.

          The first rays of Helios had yet to breach the horizon, the misthios watching with golden brown eyes from the shade of a fir tree. A few guards, watching a sacred site that had once mattered to the Cult, did they hope it would be relevant again? It didn’t matter. She moved, clinging to the darkest parts, the dagger replacing her depowered spear was gripped tightly in her hand. The first guard didn’t know what hit him from behind as she pulled him into the darkness, her blade piercing through his throat and quickly removed as he collapsed in a cacophony of wet gurgles. The other guard, noticing that his partner was no longer where they stood moments ago, went to investigate, just as she had hoped. As he neared, her knife found quick purchase in his chest, a solid stab into his left pectoral, puncturing the armor and skin and right to the heart. He too collapsed to a heap at her feet. 

        How unfortunate that the second kill was seen by one other guard who was rounding the corner, unseen by herself and Ikaros’ earlier scouting. He shouted, voice booming, “The Eagle Bearer!” Malakes. Drawing her falcata, she moved from the shadows into the dim light of the moon that was quickly settling in the west. One, two, three more guards. She can take them, she thought to herself. Ikaros gave a shrill cry alerting her that they were nearing and she moved, muscular legs pushing her forward to certain danger.

        What did she care? She could no longer die. The same couldn’t be said for them. The first soldier raised his spear, driving it towards her thigh, a move she parried easily with her blade. A swift kick to his sternum pushed him back and gave her space to move toward the soldier who had drawn his sword as well. Metal clashed against metal, the two warriors repelling each other’s blows like it was a performance. But she paused, something tugging at her mind, unknown and unseen. The hesitation was all the Cultist needed to slash at her arm, cutting deep through flesh and sinew. The dagger she held dropped to the ground, the metal vibrating almost too loud through her head as she grasped her bleeding arm. Screaming obscenities, she lashed out, slashing her blade, slicing the Cultist right across the throat. Hot blood flowed out, deep and thick as the soldier fell and Kassandra had to keep focus for a moment. It was the pain, wasn’t it? That was why she couldn’t focus?

          No, she got hit because she couldn’t focus. No, no. There are two left. She squared her stance, grabbing her dagger once more and staring down the other swordsman. They charged at the same time, his blade coming down for an overhead strike that she easily blocked, but he kept the pressure on her pushing the blade down further and further. No, no, she shouldn’t have been losing like this, she was stronger than them, even with the injury. A cry of determination tore from her and she pushed his blade away, stabbing forward with her dagger, one, two, three times in his side until he too dropped, bleeding out with a quickness.

         “Fuck.” She spat, a stagger in her step as she swayed to face the final Cultist. How much was she bleeding? Shouldn’t the staff have healed this by now? Her vision blurred, hand reaching for her head. Was the blade poisoned? The Cult was known for using such tactics, but that still didn’t explain the      “Fuck!” A grazing blow to her side, her head swam and she turned to face the spearman. Spearmen? Were there two? It was that tugging again, that unknown feeling in her mind, a darkness obscuring itself from her. The Cultist was taunting her, she knew that much but the words couldn’t be made out from the fog that was forming in her mind. I’ve been poisoned, that has to be it.

         It didn’t matter. They’d die, she wouldn’t. It was the nature of things now. But the fog kept her focused on the wrong thing, so when the spear stabbed deep into her abdomen, something in her head cleared things up quickly and suddenly. End this. End him. A snarl on her lips, she began to pull him closer to her, by the very spear that he had run her through with. The fog was gone, but there was something else there, something she wasn’t quite sure was her. Maybe if she saw what the Cultist was seeing she would know to fear herself in that instant the way he did.

         He should have let go of the spear instead of trying to tug back on it against what others saw as a demigod among men. He should have done a lot of things, but it was too late as he was in front of her. She said nothing, just curled those lips back in a growl, and in that moment she seemed like a different kind of myth. One arm reached behind her, pulling the spear out the rest of the way while the other grabbed the plume of the Cultist’s helmet and yanked his head back. This unnamable thing, this feeling, it had crept up on her for several weeks now, but here, now? It wanted something.

           She knew what that was now.

                          And she ducked her head down, driving sharp teeth into soft flesh.

           Seconds felt like minutes as hot blood flowed into her mouth. This was only fair, all the pain the Cult had inflicted on her she was returning unto their fractured remnants ten fold. She could feel the life draining from the soldier, his struggles growing weaker and weaker, her wounds healing, her body growing stronger again. 

            And that feeling, that unnameable thing suddenly felt tangible, thick and coating her mouth. The grip she had on him released, the body dropping unceremoniously to the ground. The pounding of her own heart rang so loudly in her ears as she staggered back, horror dawning on her as Helios began his rise across the Eastern horizon. “Wh- what... no. No, no, no.” Her hand formed a fist, the Staff materializing from her body. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Aletheia!” Tossing the staff, it’s sharp tip embedded into the ground as the Keeper staggered back from it. “ALETHEIA!” The sheer terror and panic in her voice did not match the calm of the Isu of the staff as Aletheia materialized into view. “Something’s wrong! With me, something’s wrong with me...” Kassandra nearly choked on her own words, red eyes desperately searching Aletheia’s emotionless eyes for an answer, anything.

          “I am sorry, Keeper.” The Isu spoke, voice deceptively soothing and yet offering little comfort.

           “Sorry?” The way the misthios’ heart felt like it was pounding in her own throat, “Sorry why? Aletheia?”

                        “I am sorry that I have chosen poorly. Perhaps you were not the one I had sought after all.”

          Kassandra wiped desperately at the blood still clinging to her chin. “What do you mean?” Panic burned in her chest.

        “The Staff has corrupted you. I cannot help you further.” Aletheia paused, her visage starting to fade. “Goodbye, Keeper.”

          “Aletheia?” The visage was gone though, the Staff silent, the dawn too. Ikaros perched nearby, quietly watching, his head canting in concern. “No, no, no, no, no. Aletheia, come back! I need... I need help.” Crawling back to the staff, bloodied hands gripped the artifact, eyes red from the tears she hadn’t realize had begun to stain her face. 

            “You can’t leave me like this.” Even with the sun washing the gruesome scene around her, she felt no warmth, darkness gripped her like a vice. Like all things would, even the Isu had left her. Wretched thing. 

            It seemed the Cult had made two monsters after all... 

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‘I find the idiotic rumors enjoyable.’ (from Hermes)

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θ::|| @singofus | hermes

If anyone else had said such a thing to her, she might be surprised. But this was Hermes, of course he found it enjoyable. He found all manner of gossip enjoyable. He was no better than some of the mortals at the marketplace chatting about every little thing their neighbor had been up to. Come to think of it, she wondered if he had started any of those rumors himself out of boredom. The look she leveled at him said it all.

"You would."

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Fenyx gives Kassandra a squeezing hug.

θ::|| @singofus | fenyx

The misthios had been lost in a decanter of wine when the younger hero came up and gave her a massive hug. A surprised yelp left her, golden eyes glancing down to see who it was that had suddenly hugged her, and a smile washed over her face. Fenyx had become like a little sister to her and she was more than happy to have her around. Especially on a day such as this when there was little else to do. "Fenyx. I thought you would have been busy today."

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bloody  kiss. / from brasidas

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θ::|| @torntruth for brasidas

There is something about having someone with her in battle that she knows will have her back no matter what. Who is as fierce and cunning as she is and who bounces off her own moves with such fluidity she starts to wonder if they actually share a brain. The cultists and Athenians fell in equal measure, Kleon having a hold over both factions. But that coward was nowhere in sight as the small contingent of hoplites and cultist soldiers lie dead at their feet. She can hear her heart pounding in her chest far louder than the roar of the fire that was consuming the camp they had descended upon with such fury.

Brasidas is running over to her, just as soaked in enemy blood as she is. His hand reaching out for her shoulder to check in on her as he often did after an intense battle. But something feels different this time, she isn't sure what as the din of the noise around her, even his voice, is still drowned out by the hammering of the war drum beating in her chest. She looks at him for a second, reading his lips but not really listening.

For once her focus is elsewhere and she's not even sure when she started feeling this way but she leans forward, his hand still on her shoulder, her hand now behind his neck, and she kisses him. It's not a peck either, it's all adrenaline and feelings she wasn't sure how to voice, but she always was more about actions than words sometimes. It's only a moment later that she pulls back, eyes a bit wide realizing that she actually acted on it. "That... uh," change the subject, act like it was no big deal, "that was some battle, huh?"

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❛  18 .   a  kiss  during  combat . / from roxana

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θ::|| @torntruth

        They fell into each other’s fighting patterns so easily, moving around each other and the battle as if it was little more than a well rehearsed dance. Every move fluid, the slash of a sword, a block and parry, a sword thrust into the enemy’s abdomen. The way the men attacked told her the artifact they were after was near. But even with the artifact driving these men to a frenzy, they were no match for the two seasoned warriors, the two having fought side by side for so many years that they didn’t even have to say anything, they knew exactly how to work off of one another. Kassandra can’t help but take a moment to watch Roxana in motion, one of the things that had attracted her to the woman in the first place. She’s fierce, a force of nature all her own. A moving tempest. By the gods, she could kiss her right now. And in the moment she sees an opening, she moves to her, lightly taking her shoulder in her hand and pulling her in for a deep but brief kiss, lips pressing tightly against Roxana’s. Pulling back, she lets out a heavy breath. “After this, we can set up camp and celebrate properly if you want.”

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“ look at me. “ - oflegxcy

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θ::|| @oflegxcy

        It was supposed to be quiet. It was supposed to be a peaceful evening, nothing to worry about, even the insects had quieted their nightly symphony. It was supposed to be. But the din of silence had given way to stark violence just outside of the small town, the Order tearing their way through everything to make any trouble they could if it meant drawing out their targets. Kassandra hearing them shout for the Tainted Ones to come out, hearing the screams of people in the valley below, had ignited that fire that burned through most of the Cult already. 

        She was already grabbing her armor and gear, that rage wearing on her face as clear as a midday sun. Natakas had stopped before her trying to keep her from doing anything reckless. “Look at me.” He said, hand grabbing her chin firmly but not forcefully. Her normally honey eyes held an angry amber tone to them, wide with her fury. But it was enough to give her pause, a shaky sigh escaping her. 

       “Right. They’d expect us to meet them face to face... it’s most likely a trap.”

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excitedly shows the dead cult bodies he killed like a cat showing its kill.

| θ::|| @wrcgod

Kassandra just raised an eyebrow, both curious and impressed by the kills but also the audacity of showing up with them outside of the dock where her ship was stationed. There had to be at least ten bodies. Cultist guards, no less. Folding her arms over her chest, she canted her head to the side in amusement.

"You didn't even save any for me? I'm disappointed."