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randowitchythings · 11 months ago

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Tarot Card Major Arcana Deity List

0 - The Fool: Loki, Pan, Zeus (rarer), Dionysus, Hermes (rarer), Aeolus

I - The Magician: Loki (Rarer), Odin, Hermes, Thoth, Nephthys, Asteria, Circe, Selene (rarer), Medusa, Medea, Cerridwen, Rhiannon, Brigid, Pazuzu, Vasago, Paimon

II - The High Priestess: Persephone, Nyx, The Morrigan, Hekate, Frigg, Selene, Isis, Artemis, Feyja, Ganesha, Daphne, Eir, Nicneven, The Virgin Mary, Guan Yin

III - The Empress: Aphrodite, Persephone (Rarer), Nyx, The Morrigan, Frigg, Hera, Freyja, Isis, Hathor, Astarte, Demeter, Ishtar, Leto, Rhea, Artio, Rashoon, Gremory, Guan Yin

IV - The Emperor: Hades, The Morrigan (rarer), Odin, Ares, Lucifer (semi-rare), Zeus, Horus, Osiris, Ra, Sobek, Beelzebub, Anubis (rarer), Morpheus

V - The Hierophant: Apollo, Hekate (rarer), Osiris, Thoth, Athena, Horus, Hermes (rarer), Odin, Brigid, Saraswati, Ganesha, Dionysus, Prince Stolas, Orobas

VI - The Lovers: Loki (Rarer), Aphrodite, Anubis (Rarer), Hera, Frigg, Rhea, Gaia, Demeter (rarer), Ishtar, Parvati, Hathor, Isis, Brigid, Freyja (semi-rare), Osiris, Cernunnos, Freyr, Dionysus, Pan (semi-rare), Eros, Psyche, Furfur, Gremory, Lilith

VII - The Chariot: Apollo, Ares, Athena, Hades (Rarer), Thor, The Morrigan (Semi-rare), Nike, Astarte, Ishtar, Freyja, Bast, Odin, Hebe, Helios, Eos, Rhea

VIII - Strength: Athena (Rarer), The Morrigan (Rarer), Thor, Hestia, Bast, Sekhmet, Brigid, Isis, The Dagda, The Virgin Mary, The Muses, Heracles, Nike, Sigyn, Fenrir, Malphas, Vapula, Archangel Michael

IX - Hermit: Persephone, Loki (rarer), Hekate, Odin, Isis, Hestia, Hades (rarer), Brigid, The Muses, Hermes (Rarer), Saraswati, Asteria, Nyx, Circe, Erebus, Ceto, Morpheus, The Morrigan, Cerridwen, Vesta

X - Wheel of Fortune: Tyche, Fortuna, Odin (rarer), Hekate (rarer), Frigg, Zeus, Hathor, Isis, The Dagda, Loki (rarer), Fortuna, Jormungandr

XI - Justice: Athena, The Morrigan (semi-rarer), Hekate (rarer), Hera, Lugh, Nemesis, Themis, Nike, Zeus (semi-rare), Fenrir, Skadi

XII - The Hanged Man: Loki (Rarer), Odin, Lucifer (rarer), Artemis, Osiris, Persephone (rarer), Ishtar, Buddha, Jesus, Green Man, Poseidon, Arachne, Anubis (rarer), Apolla (rarer)

XIII - Death: Hades, Nyx, The Morrigan, Hekate, Odin, Lucifer, Persephone (rarer), Isis, Hel, Freyja (rarer), Anubis, Osiris, Thanatos, Morana, Nephthys, Cerberus, Melinoe, Santa Muerte, Baron Samedi, Jormungandr, Medusa

XIV - Temperance: Selene, Hekate (rarer), Aphrodite (rarer), Artemis, Isis, Apollo (semi-rare), Hestia, Iris, Sigyn

XV - The Devil: Loki, Lilith, The Morrigan (semi-rarer), Odin (semi-rare), Lucifer, Dionysus, Pan, Set/Seth, Cernunnos

XVI - The Tower: Loki (Rarer), Odin (semi-rare), Eris, Ares, Sekhmet, Hel, The Morrigan (rarer), Horus, Ceto, Poseidon, Beelzebub, Malphas, Kali

XVII - The Star: Aphrodite (Rarer), Nyx, Hermes, Lucifer, The Star (rarer), Thoth, Ishtar, Astrea, Isis, The Virgin Mary, Nuit, Hebe, Fama/Pheme, Psyche

XVIII - The Moon: Selene, Hekate, Nyx, The Morrigan, Artemis, Chang'e, Rhiannon, Isis, Phoebe, Thoth, Anubis (rarer), Hypnos, Cerberus, Morpheus, Leviathan

XIX - The Sun: Apollo, Amaterasu, Ra, Helios, Artemis, Athena, Lucifer (rarer), Lugh, Helios, Brigid, Bast, Sekhmet, Ra, Horus, Freyr, Eos

XX - Judgement: Anubis, Athena, The Morrigan, Odin, Hera, Persephone (rarer), Osiris, Hephaestus, Isis, Horus, Hades (rarer), Nemesis, Archangel Michael

XXI - The World: Konshu, Aphrodite (Rarer), Gaia, Hermes, Demeter, The Dagda, Isis, Gaia, Cernunnos, Green Man, Iris, Antheia, Skadi, Guan Yin, Eos, Tyche, Jormungandr

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sunnymusingsao3 · 1 month ago

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only thing we share is one last name

Words: 5,233 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Octavian & Oracle of Cumae Tags: Camp Jupiter (Percy Jackson), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Octavian Lives (Percy Jackson), Octavian-centric (Percy Jackson), Character Study, Oracles, Flashbacks Summary: Octavian and The Oracle of Cumae have an important chat about the future. Ironic that one of them's a jar and the other can't prophesy. You don't have to read the first installment of this series to understand, but it might give useful context.

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When one’s mind is perpetually overflowing with prophecy and visions, the voices of the gods, the past and the future, omens, blessings, demands, one tends to get used to the noise.

In fact, ever since Apollo hid away during the Giant War, Casimir Octavian Solemark has felt a deep sense of disquiet at how empty his mind has felt, without the presence of others crammed in with him.

For once– perhaps for the first time ever– his thoughts are his own in totality, and it rattles him. Octavian has no one whom to ask for guidance, no one on whose behalf to speak, and no one to provide him insight into the great unknown that is The Future.

Humankind has always been terrified of what they do not know; it’s why dark places, masks, and the deep sea are fears for so many. Octavian isn’t afraid of those things, no more than would be reasonable were he confronted with them in a dangerous way, but he is afraid of what Fate can do when he cannot prepare for her choices in advance.

He’s pretty sure he’s also afraid of silence.

It’s why he’d had a pair of pandai pilfer a harp from one of the other Julia Drusillas, to deposit in his cabin on XII, some odd weeks ago (that, and boredom). If Caligula knows he’s taken it, then he doesn’t seem to care; the god-king doesn’t play anyway, and it’s one of dozens. Caligula’s possessions are many, so it doesn’t much matter if one of them uses another.

When he isn’t on duty, Octavian fills his cabin with soft music, often singing along in Latin. He takes to composing his favorite ancient poetry into songs that he privately dedicates to various gods or old friends (most of those are mournful, apologetic), or Camp Jupiter, his one and only love.

Gods. He misses Camp like he’s been ripped in half by the jaws of life. He walks around, an ice sculpture in the middle of July, melting so that the original shape of it is impossible to discern, warped by his body-wracking grief.

He doesn’t recognize himself in mirrors, anymore.

A lifetime ago, when he’d been a centurion, an augur, popular among his people, Apollo’s marks on him had been obvious: his hair reflected rainbows in sunlight, his eyes were a vibrant and saturated blue, his beauty marks were a warm brown on his sun-flushed cheeks.

Then Terra had clawed her way into his entrails, making herself a home in his brain stem, in his spinal fluid, in the balloons of his lungs, and his body had paid an expensive price. His skin had lost color, the blue of his eyes had tinted grey, his hair had gone matte and yellowed from its usual platinum. These things would fade once Terra let him go, but back then, he’d attributed it all to stress, and it had seemed logical at the time.

After all, the state of Camp had been alarming, back then. He remembers the pressure and the tension, how it had all nearly snapped his and Reyna’s relationship in two (long before the real death blows).

They’d lost good legionnaires, too many legionnaires, at their siege on Mount Othrys. Yet, seemingly immediately after, they’d been flooded by new ones, demigods and legacies alike, building back their ranks by the dozens. Even Five had started to fill more bunks than ever. The legion approached capacity nearer than it had in decades (Reyna had even passed a Senate motion for approval to build more barracks)– and every single new probatio who arrived needed a reading. Octavian had never been so busy as the augur that being a centurion became secondary to that role, but that summer had asked more of his Sight than his leadership, and he’d spent nights upon nights in fitful, vision-filled sleep. It was like he’d accidentally posted an advertisement on a giant, flashing billboard, and everyone and everything who wanted a turn in an oracle’s head flooded in to answer it.

And then Jason went missing.

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audreyscribes · 12 days ago

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Do you have any ideas for the child of Aether? I can picture them having some sort of control over winds and light but other than that I can't think of anything.

If you’re talking about Aither the Primordial God of Light and the Bright, blue ether of the heavens? I think I did do some research back during the process of writing the Primordial Demigods H/Cs, but just didn’t write it at the time due to constraints, or some reason or another that I have forgotten.

I’ll try to remember what I had thought and some stuff, probably isn’t a lot to begin with:

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠

Aether doesn’t just have wind and light powers, but also powers of the mists as his mists fill the space between Ouranos and Gaia. We can say he manipulates or is the Mist that obscures between the mortals and the world of the gods and monsters, so as a child of Aither, they can manipulate not only wind, light, but also the Mists.

Aether is also one of the three ‘airs’ aside from Erebus and Chaos, where he is the mist of light and blue of the heavenly either, that enveloped the mountain peaks, clouds, stars, sun and moon. So I’m just imagining the child of Aether being able to summon clouds or something, wisps of air and the auroras. Can you imagine the child of Aether resting among the clouds or even riding it around? (insert Suwukong/Monkey King OR Goku reference here)

So I wanna say if we have to compare it to canon demigods, a child of Aether would be like a child of Apollo and Zeus, of Light and the Heavens, Sky, Storms. Or maybe the Roman demigod of Apollo, if we go with that the Romans conflated or affiliated Apollo with the god Mithra, who is the god of Light and Brightness.

Aether could be seen like Apollo and the Four Winds, who are able to hear and see anything, so as a child of Aether, they can see anything the light touches, the winds lets them hear things that the wind carries, or maybe even being able to be shielded by the Mist.

I can also see the child of Aether being able to become (the) Mist. Interpret that as you wish.

But you forget one important power that honestly took me a minute to realize that as a child of Aether, they have well, the power of Aether, the 5 element.

“The children of Aether and Day were Land, Heaven, and Sea, and from his connexion with the Earth there sprang all the vices which destroy the human race, and also the Giants and Titans. (Hygin. Fab. Prof. p. 2, &c.) These accounts shew that, in the Greek cosmogonies, Aether was considered as one of the elementary substances out of which the Universe was formed. In the Orphic hymns(4) Aether appears as the soul of the world, from which all life emanates, an idea which was also adopted by some of the early philosophers of Greece. In later times Aether was regarded as the wide space of Heaven, the residence of the gods, and Zeus as the Lord of the Aether, or Aether itself personified. (Pacuv. ap. Cic. de Nat. Deor. ii. 36, 40; Lucret. v. 499; Virg. Aen. xii. 140, Georg. ii. 325.)

Source: Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology.”

In terms of Basing off this, as a child of Aether, has the power of, well, the elemental Aether, the 5th element of Fire, Water, Air, and Earth; a celestial elemental that flows throughout the universe and existence, binding the four elements together; the essence breathed by gods, the same way humans breathe air. So you know, that kind of Aether.

So the child of Aether has the possibility of having the power of Aether and are able to basically create things out of existence. Of course with such a powerful power and as a demigod, they have their own limits accessing this power. They can’t just create things out of thin air (LOL) that freely. Sure, little things inanimate things, sure why not. However the bigger it is, in terms of size, existence, and concept, the harder and riskier it is. You can’t just create life or powerful items without risk. With life, it is an important choice to be made to be really real and if they do make something ‘real’ it doesn’t last long because it need to be fed one way or another. You can theoretically ‘make’ Zeus’ lightning bolt but they aren’t the same lightning bolts and aren’t as powerful as the real thing, because their name, legacy, and history are tied into the object.

There are some limitations to it maybe, like having to concentrate to will it into existence, having to make it with your hands, draw it out, learning about the object to sustain the object, or etc.

If we really want to ham down on the power of Aether manipulation, they have to ‘breathe’ it into existence, either speaking it into existence or literally breathing ‘air/life’ into it, which makes a lot more sense as a child of Aether who is part of one of the airs.

The translation of Aether is “Ether” so you can imagine using the power of Ether or them being Ethereal. Though if you do use the power of Ether, it is a chemical compound group so if you’re particularly science-y and know your chemistry there you go! However, I am not, so I can’t give you any examples sorry · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤

a/n: and that’s about it! Hopefully that was entertaining enough for you all. May have probably repeated a few things so if I did, please excuse that. Thanks for asking and have a nice day! I was also going to use Aither instead of Aether as that's one of his spellings but for the sake of clarity in the ask. However, if you want to avoid too much confusion between the elemental Aether or even like the MC Genshin Impact character Aether, then you can also use the name "Aither"

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imakemywings · 13 days ago

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i. Exploration Amy Turk, Julia K ii. Les Sylphides VII. Waltz No. 7 in C-sharp Minor Ludwig van Beethoven, Berliner Philharmoniker iii. Mal di Luna Summer Watson iv. Little Bird The Weepies v. Shenandoah Hayley Westenra vi. Hope in the Air Laura Marling vii. Concerto for Flute and Harp, K.299; 2nd Movement Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Academy of St. Martin in the Fields viii. Wasting My Young Years London Grammar ix. La Folia - Madness Antonio Vivaldi, Apollo's Fire x. Paradise Coldplay xi. The Tower Ramin Djawadi xii. Henry in Solitude Trevor Morris xiii. Greenpath Christpher Larkin xiv. Noble Maiden Fair Emma Thompson xv. The Journey Home John Doan xvi. Women of Ireland Joanie Madden xvii. Sacred Stones Sheila Chandra xviii. The Sixth Station Joe Hisaishi xix. Lullaby for a Stormy Night Vienna Teng xx. A Day Without Rain Enya xxi. Snow Loreena McKennitt xxii. When the Sun Rises in the West Ramin Djawadi

Track explanations and headcanons under the cut. Photo credit to Alice Alinari on Unsplash.

Exploration - Chenelo at home in the Barizheisei court. Her father, Great Avar Maru, wants his second daughter to be an empress and many in the Ethuveraz want more trade between the Ethuveraz and Barizhan. With the help of the Barizheisei, the Corazhas push recently-widowed Emperor Varenechibel towards a marriage alliance between them.

Mal di Luna - Marriage to Varenechibel. On the day of her wedding the Barizheisei spare no expense to make 16-year-old Chenelo one of the most visually memorable royal brides in their house's history, including a spectacular hand-laced veil to hide the underbite not uncommon in the Barizheisei royal house. Nevertheless, when the time comes, Verenechibel hesitates so long in giving his vows the goblins begin to shift in their seats, worrying he has changed his mind and will reject her at the altar. The relief Chenelo feels when they exchange their vows will turn to wistful irony in later years, for his last-minute change of heart might have spared her a great deal.

Shenandoah - Chenelo misses her home. She has never traveled to the Elflands before her marriage and no one is particularly keen to help her see and understand her new home.

Hope in the Air - Alone in the Untheileneise court, wed to a man who plainly did not and does not want her and with her letters home infrequently returned (and never from her father), Chenelo begins to feel she had been sacrificed by her father and her homeland, the lamb to bind them closer to the Untheileneise no matter how little the Untheileneise actually wanted her. As a dutiful daughter of the house, Chenelo feels this is a poor payback for her loyalty.

Wasting My Young Years - The joy of Chenelo's youth is slowly drained away by the stress and loneliness of the court. When the extent of Varenechibel's displeasure with his goblin bride becomes clear, the rest of the court is disinclined to show her any favor either, choosing instead to either ignore her or treat her with petty cruelty. Varenechibel’s sons and their families act as if she does not exist, and many of lower rank in the court take delight in tormenting an empress who seems ill-equipped to fight back. “The Hobgoblin” becomes a common nickname to address her in the court, sometimes to her face. The more Chenelo tries to make peace with them, the more dismissive and cutting their behavior becomes.

Concerto for Flute - Chenelo spends a great deal of time in the gardens of the palace, where she can wander alone and not have to hear the unfavorable comparisons to the late Empress Pazhiro being made about her. Outside of the chapel, where she can be found praying for hours a day, this is the most reliable place to find her.

Paradise - Chenelo continues to dream of a more hopeful future, even if it feels increasingly unrealistic. The discovery of her pregnancy gives her more confidence, as she feels certain that this, at least, is something of her duty she has done right--she can bear an heir for Varenechibel, even if he already has heirs and spares aplenty. However, when her announcement over dinner is met with Varenechibel throwing his wine glass at the wall and stalking out of the room without a word, she grasps that there is nothing she can do to please him or win his favor. Alone with the palace guards and servants--for she had requested a private dinner with her husband that night--she weeps for her failure.

The Tower - Exile from the Untheileneise court. The last effort Chenelo makes to connect with Varenechibel is to inquire as to his thoughts on names for the baby. When he tells her it doesn't matter, because the child will never inherit, and he doesn't care what she calls it, Chenelo gives up on the idea that even this might someday please her husband. Days after an uneventful birthing, Varenechibel's head of staff informs her she is to be confined at Isavorë. Misunderstanding this as a confinement merely during her recovery from the birth, Chenelo politely goes. If she had understood the truth--that Varenechibel was setting her aside, that he never meant for her to return to court--she would have fought harder to stay, but by the time she realized what had happened, she was miles away from the court and isolated from anyone who might have the political power to aid her. She had spent less than a year at the Untheileneise court.

Henry in Solitude – Alone in Isavorë. As weeks turn to months, and Maia’s first birthday approaches, Chenelo begins to understand there will be no messenger from Varenechibel welcoming her back to his side. There are no visitors to Isavorë, and the servants maintain a polite distance in the face of Chenelo’s best efforts to befriend them. She realizes they have been relegated along with her, that she has damned them with her own fate, and she despairs of failing everyone around her. Desperate, she writes to her father back home in Barizhan, but this letter goes unanswered with all the rest. She fears this will be the end of efforts to mend relations between Barizhan and the Ethuveraz, and she is as painfully lonely as she has ever been.

Greenpath - Settling in at Isavorë. As an honored daughter of the royal house of the Barizheisei, it had been impressed on Chenelo how critical it was that she win over the Untheileneise court, and she had worked as hard as she could to be charming and knowledgeable of their history and culture and open to adopting the customs of her new home, and this rejection cuts to the core to think of how she had failed in her duty. However, away from Varenechibel's constant disapproval and cutting indifference, away from the cruelty of the court, Chenelo had the freedom to do as she liked. One of her first decisions after deciding to make Isavorë more of a home is on how to arrange the gardens to please her, and so that a child might find them a suitable playground.

Noble Maiden Fair - Lullaby with Maia. While Chenelo privately does consider that without her pregnancy, life in the court might have gone smoother for her, and she might have had more time to win allies, or at least not to alienate Varenechibel, she cannot bring herself to regret her newborn son--nor is she sorry he will grow up far away from either royal court. Although a wet nurse and a governess are provided for her use, Chenelo chooses to raise Maia largely by herself, in part simply to occupy herself—Isavorë does not provide a wealth of entertainment options.

Sacred Stones – In Isavorë, Chenelo is free to engage in the piety and religiosity that earned her scorn in the Untheileneise court. She passes on these thoughts and meditations to her son, Maia.

The Sixth Station - Chenelo continues trying to write her family and the few acquaintances she made at the Untheileneise court, but even those rare responses never even entertain the idea of coming to visit her. Her older sister replies with a scolding letter, chiding Chenelo for trying to rely on her old family rather than making allies among the Utheileneise. Spurned by her family, Chenelo spends even more time at prayer, and burns through candles at quite the rate. She continues to hope that Varenechibel will relent, and allow her and Maia to return to court, in spite of its unlikeliness—and privately, the even less likely event that her father will invite her to return to Barizhan with her son.

Snow – Long winter nights in Isavorë. Although Chenelo has found some peace away from Varenechibel and his family and allies, it is still a deeply isolated place. Although she has her son for company, Chenelo longs for adult friends and connections which she believes are impossible with the servants who were exiled to Isavorë with her and whom, she feels, resent her for their position, though they are never cruel. There are no similarly-aged friends with whom Maia might play—someone in Varenechibel’s staff made an effort to send primarily unwed or widowed servants—and the effort of keeping up the appearance of her spirits for his sake weighs on Chenelo. She spends long hours looking out at the horizon.

When the Sun Rises in the West – Death of Chenelo. After a long wasting illness, a thin shadow of the version of her who had arrived in Isavorë, her formerly plump figure worn away to almost nothing, Chenelo passes away. Only in the final weeks of her illness does she speak at all to Maia of her marriage to Varenechibel and her time at court, though she claims she does not regret it, as it gave her Maia, and the precious years they spent together. When it becomes clear to her that she will not survive her illness, she is consumed with fear for Maia, seeing that with her gone, he will have no protectors, and his father has never even troubled to meet him. She writes a letter to Varenechibel on Maia’s behalf to plead that her son be given just a minor position in court, nothing to compete with his older half-siblings, or be permitted to maintain the Isavorë estate, but Varenechibel’s staff who come to collect Maia from Isavorë throw the letter out without ever delivering it to the emperor, presuming it will only irritate him to receive it. Chenelo is 26.

#chenelo drazharan #chenelo #the goblin emperor #fanmix #my mix #music #tge

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whirlwindstars · 4 months ago

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So, here we are. After teasing it in the last post, here's a scene from this tv series that needs to be analysed:

LE CABUC - 1964 VERSION (part 1)

1) Cabuc's murder and death

Sadly, the adaptation of this part is not remarkable, as it feels rushed and lacks the dramatic tension it's supposed to have. The only noteworthy element is the constant ringing of bells in the background. A great detail from the book!

While the start is weak, what comes next is worth exploring...

2) An added element

If there's one thing I came to realise while watching this tv series, is that they really care for Grantaire.

His symbolism is highlighted in any way they can, expecially in his dichotomy with Enjolras. So, why having him passed out for hours, when you can simply use him to create an emotional clash?

One of the elements I love about this moment is the depiction of Grantaire behind bars, emerging from the dark. He's now representing Enjolras' shadow, his doubts and fears.

We are witnessing a metamorphosis of Enjolras: his hands are now bloodied, his purity stained by murder. Inside, he's in turmoil.

And that turmoil is given a voice here: the voice of his double.

Grantaire is the representation of skepticism, but here he's also representing Enjolras' conscience. Because that's exactly what Enjolras is feeling, but he can't let these thoughts come out: he's the leader, he needs to stay strong, he can't falter or the barricade will succumb to chaos.

So it's Grantaire who says the words out loud for him, from the mental prison that Enjolras' mind created around him, trying to keep his skepticism away from his faith in liberty.

Those who have read the book know the mental struggle Enjolras goes through during the barricades, and that is taken, for a second, to the extreme, to remind us that Enjolras, as leader, feels the weight of that role.

3) The monologue

Here we arrive at the climax, the highest emotional moment. One of those monologues in the book that, perhaps, should be known more.

Now, how do you make the public understand Enjolras' action? In the Brick, he's very solemn, almost otherworldly. A God of Justice.

"Enjolras was thoughtful. It is impossible to say what grandiose shadows slowly spread over his redoubtable serenity. [...] and he remained for some time standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility." (IV-XII-VIII)

In the TV series they chose to do something that differs from the stone-cold man depicted in the chapter. But it's effective, because it feels real.

Enjolras gets off his pedestal and becomes a human being. And he's broken: frail voice, slow talk, eyes closed... He doesn't hide his discomfort with the whole situation.

And he's searching for a justification, because he does feels guilty. So he's not just convincing the others, he's convincing himself, as well.

And you can say it's pathetic... Because it is, that's the point.

You no longer have Apollo guiding mortals into battle. Only a young man, a gun in his hand, and the stain of a crime. A crime he committed out of necessity.

He wants his men, his friends, to be safe. He knows that's impossible, because death is coming. And so he gives them hope, and gives himself hope.

But reality has set, now, for everyone. This is not an epic battle, this is fraticide. People will die and people will kill.

AND HE HATES IT.

"I have, therefore, tried that man, and condemned him to death. As for myself, [...] I have judged myself also, and you shall soon see to what I have condemned myself.” (IV-XII-VII)

“One word more. In executing this man, I have obeyed necessity; but necessity is a monster of the old world, necessity’s name is Fatality. [...] Death, I make use of thee, but I hate thee." (IV-XII-VII)

"Now, the law of progress is, that monsters shall disappear before the angels, and that Fatality shall vanish before Fraternity. It is a bad moment to pronounce the word love. No matter, I do pronounce it. And I glorify it. Love, the future is thine. [...] As there will be no more Satan, there will be no more Michael." (IV-XII-VII)

By bringing his emotions to the forefront, his words become more believable and acquire strenght! They're not just solemn, they're felt.

The scene is not over yet. But I will be talking about what's left in Part 2, as there's going to be a shift in the monologue.

#enjolras' conscience has R' voice #les mis #les misérables #lm1964 #tv adaptation #enjolras #grantaire #the barricade #les amis de l'abc #les amis

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honoringthor · 10 months ago

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I got curious about Apollo’s lovers after someone pointed out there wasn’t just Hyacinth or Daphne so I looked.

I found out that one kid can have a lot of different candidates for their mother.

Disclaimer: a lot of this comes from Wikipedia. I’ve included their sources in italics. It’s a long, incomplete list.

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There is Ademetus of Pherae in Thessaly. He was an Argonaut and hunted the Caledonian boar. His wife loved him so much that she exchanged her life for his so he could live until she was supposed to die. She did this with the help of Apollo. At one time Apollo was sent to work for Adementus as punishment for killing Delphyne, the serpent at Delphi. Apollo fell in love and after his punishment served Adementus out of affection.

Maybe Hymensias (Hymen*) god of marriage ceremonies. He’s also a Erotes**. In most stories he’s a son of Apollo by one of the Muses. Sometimes Dionysus is his dad, sometimes it’s Magnes. There seems to be a lot of instances where someone is either a son or lover depending on who’s telling a story. When he’s the son of Magnes, Apollo Falls in love and stays at Magnes house for a while. (Megalai Ehoiai) Unrelated but he and a bunch of women get captured by pirates and he and the women killed thier captors.

Adonis who it’s said “acted like a man with Aphrodite and a woman with Apollo”. (Ptolemy Hephestion, New History Book 5)

Maybe Boreas 🌬️ who’s the personification of the north wind, storms, and winter. You may know his name from the Hyacinth myth. Some of Boreas’ sons, Zetes and Calais, described Apollo as “beloved of our sire”. (Valerius Flaccus)

Branchus was a former Shepard in Miletus in what’s now Türkiye. Apollo gifted him with prophecy and he introduced the worship of Apollo to Didyma in the Ionian part of Türkiye then mysteriously disappeared.

Carnus was Acarnanian Greek and seer who was taught divination by Apollo who helped raise him. But in some stories they are friends and/or lovers. Unfortunately Hippotes used Carnus’ obscure prophesies as an excuse to murder him. And that’s how the Dorians got a plague, Apollo got a new cult, and the Spartans began celebrating the Carnia.

Cinyras was mentioned by Pindar as “beloved of Apollo” and priest of Aphrodite. (Pindar, Pythian Ode 2) Mars murdered him supposedly because he posed a challenge to Apollo. No idea why Mars would be involved, I’m pretty sure Apollo could handle it.

Cyparissus was loved by Apollo. He also accidentally killed his pet stag and turned into a cypress tree. The cypress then became associated with mourning and now it’s found in many cemeteries. The tree is also sacred to Apollo.

Helenus of Troy/Scarmandrios was a son of Priam and Hecuba and twin of Cassandra. Like his sister he was also a prophet. His name was changed from Scarmandrios to Helenus. (Photius Bibliotheca excerpt)

Hippolytus of Sicyon in the Peloponnesus (Plutarch, Life of Numa 4.5)

Iapyx/Lapis was a lover of Apollo who chose healing as his gift instead of prophecy. He became healer to Aeneas and founded the city of Apulia/Puglia in southern Italy, the stiletto part. He may be the brother of Icarus. (Aeneid XII 391-402).

Maybe Phorbas/Phorbaceus, son of Triopas and Hiscilla, prince of Thessaly, and hero of Rhodes. He was either a rival in love of Apollo or actually his lover.

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Acacllis/Acalle, a princess of Crete. A daughter of Minos and Pasiphae and Ariadne’s sister. She may have had multiple children by Apollo and maybe other gods. Acacllis was a Cretan name of A narcissus flower.

Various Muses. Apollo is their leader and occasional lover who has father multiple children by some of them.

Aegle/Coronis the Lapith*** was a princess of Thessaly and mother of Asclepius. Coronis was turned into the constellation Corvus. (According to Istrus).

Celaeno of Phocis mother of Delphus by Apollo. Phocis is the area of Greece that Delphi is in.

Melaens/Melena was the sister of Celaeno and may have been the mom of Delphus by Apollo instead of her.

Aethusa was a daughter of Poseidon and Alcyone. She bore Apollo Eleuther and Linus making her the great grandma of Orpheus. She’s usually identified as a Thracian****

Chione daughter of Daedalion, By Apollo she bore Philammon, maybe. She’s also mother of Autolycus by Hermes. Then she got cocky and bragged that she was hotter than Artemis. Artemis shot her through her tongue, killing her. Her dad didn’t take it well and Apollo had to turn him into a hawk to save him. Philonis has the same story.

Alciope mother of Linus by Apollo. Maybe.

Chrysothemis maybe a lover of Apollo, she was a poet. She’s also the daughter in law to Dionysus and Ariadne.

Rhoeo was mother of Anius by Apollo. Her mom was Chrysothemis by Staphylus making her grand daughter of Dionysus and Ariadne.

Anchiale according to Servis, she was the mother of Oaxes by Apollo. Maybe.

Areia was a nymph from Crete, daughter of Cleochus, and mother of Miletus by Apollo. (Apollodorus, 3.1.2)

Arsinoe may have been mother to Asclepius instead of Coronis. She also had a daughter by Apollo. Arsinoe was honored as a heroine in Sparta.

Corycia was a naiad from the springs of the Corycian cave on Mt Parnassus in Phocis. She had a son, Lycorus, by Apollo.

Cyrene/Kyrene the lion killer was a Thessalian princess and queen of Cyrene. She killed a lion w/her bare hands and Apollo thought it was hot. She had Aristaeus, Atuchus, and Idmon by Apollo. Idmon was a seer, Aristaeus became a god. Apollo made her queen of Cyrene in NE Libya.

Dia may have been the mother of Dryops by Apollo.

Evadne, Apollo was her first love. She conceived a child, Iamus, on her.

Hecuba was queen of Troy and may of had 2 kids with Apollo, Hector and Troilus. According to Stesichorus,Hecuba was rescued by Apollo during the sack of Troy. She may have been turned into a dog in 2 different stories, one because of her reaction to being given to Odysseus as a slave. In either story This allowed her to escape, now she travels with Hecate.

Hyria/Thyria/Hyrie/Thyrie was mother of Cycnus/Cygnus. May have been turned into a swan like her son.

Issa/Amphissa. Her story was woven by Arachne during her contest with Athene. Achilles may have used this name when he pretended to be a woman.

Leuconoe was a daughter of Lucifer and mother of Philammon. Maybe.

Othreis was an oread in a relationship with Zeus and Apollo. With Apollo she had Phager.

Parthenope of Leleges*****daughter of king Ancaeus of Samos and Samia. She had one of the Lycomedes by Apollo.

Phthia was mother of Doris, Laodocus, and Polypoetes.

Psamathe her chile was torn apart by dogs sometime after she abandoned him. Her father had her murdered for some reason and Apollo avenged her and the child’s death with a plague.

Rhodoessa bore the hero Ceos.

Stilbe was the mother of Centaurus and Lapiths. Centaurus is the ancestor of Centaurs.

Syllis was mother of Zeixippus.

Thero, daughter of Phyla’s and Leipephilene, mother of Chaeron

Thyia is associated with the cults of multiple gods. One of the candidates of the mother of Delphos by Apollo.

Zeuxippe is daughter Athamas and maybe mother of Ptous. Ptous is also an epithet of Apollo.

*no relation to the body part.

**In some myths, Eros is separated into multiple deities called Erotes collectively.

***Lapiths were a legendary ethnic group who lived in Thessaly in the Pineios valley. They were related to centaurs and were excellent horsemen. Unlike their centaur cousins, Lapiths looked like regular humans. They were descended from Apollo. They also fought with the centaurs and won. (centauromachy)

****Thracians were cultures that lived in Bulgaria, Romanian, N Greece, and NW Türkiye. It seems to be an umbrella term, like Celtic or Slavic.

*****Leleges we’re president Greek inhabitants of parts of Greece

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howlingday · 1 month ago

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DC TAROT

Just got a DC-based tarot deck, and the first reading they suggest is what kind of relationship I'll have with my deck. I had to reshuffle and re-read because I got confused and didn't realize I was supposed to think about the deck, choosing instead to think about my writing. I'll answer that with this first reading later, but for now here's the actual questions the book wanted asked, and the answers I found.

Question 1: What mindset do I need to work best with you? ANSWER: IX of Wands - Support. Your setbacks are holding your back. Seek help from people who can help you. Question 2: How can I best learn from you? ANSWER: Ace of Pentacles - Profit. Take action now to gain. Question: What are your strengths as a deck? ANSWER: Justice - Karma. You have been wronged and it will be righted. Question 4: What are your weaknesses as a deck? ANSWER: The Magician - Intention. You already have everything else you need. The only thing left to fix is your motivation. Question 5: What is our potential relationship as deck and reader? ANSWER: The Fool - Confidence. You can't prepare for everything, so just throw yourself into it. Take risks and believe in yourself.

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Now, for my initial question, I asked, "What should I write next?" And the cards said...

Card 1 - The primary challenge you face... V of Swords: Recover. You feel remorse or regret, likely from an argument. Apologize. Card 2 - What contributions do you bring? II of Swords: Confusion. Weigh your options. Study the subjects in more detail before pursuing further. Card 3 - What you need to succeed... Ace of Swords: Excitement. A burst of inspiration. A blast of creativity. Use this energy prudently. Card 4 - What to avoid... IV of Swords: Reflect. Consider how you handled a previous conflict. Isolate yourself and remove distractions. Card 5 - The likely outcome... III of Swords: Expression. Let out your frustration. Once you release your pent-up negativity, you can finally heal.

Not sure what this all means, this Saturday on 15th of June in the year 2025, but maybe it will one day...

Since I'm here, I might as well tell you which Arcana is which in the deck.

0 - Harley Quinn I - Zatanna II - Raven III - Poison Ivy IV - Aquaman V - Doctor Fate VI - Apollo & Midnighter VII - The Flash VIII - Cyborg IX - Phantom Stranger X - Green Lantern (HJ) XI - Wonder Woman XII - Plastic Man XIII - Deadman XIV - Martian Manhunter XV - Constantine XVI - The Joker XVII - Supergirl XVIII - Catwoman XIX - Superman XX - Batman XXI - Swamp Thing Wands - Starman, Vixen, Shazam, Stargirl Pentacles - Luthor, Hippolyta, Green Lantern (JS), Naomi Swords - Deathstroke, Katana, Robin (DW), Huntress Cups - Black Lightning, Nubia, Black Canary, Starfire

#tarot #my tarot reading #my thoughts #dc

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talkstothemoonandstars · 6 months ago

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Happy 95th Birthday, Buzz!

Edwin Eugene Aldrin Jr. Born Jan. 20, 1930. More honors and awards than I could possibly list. Astronaut for Gemini XII and Apollo XI. Second human to set foot on the moon. Throws a mean right hand punch.

#buzz aldrin #apollo II

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moonwatchuniverse · 6 months ago

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January 10, 1969 Apollo 11 press briefing: Historic NASA press briefing which took place in the Building 2 auditorium at the MSC - Manned Spacecraft Center in Houston Texas. On that day NASA officially announced the prime crew for the Apollo 11 mission. Apollo 11 LMP - Lunar Module Pilot Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin wore his NASA-issued Omega Speedmaster 105.012-65 on a lightweight steel mesh Jacoby Bender bracelet. NASA issued Omega Speedmaster chronographs for training while other Speedmaster chronographs were specifically reserved for the actual spaceflight mission. In the case for Aldrin, he reserved his first NASA-issued Speedmaster in March 1966. During Gemini XII mission Aldrin wore NASA-issued Speedmaster #23 while during Apollo 11 mission Aldrin wore NASA-issued Speedmaster #43. The latter #43 chronograph became famous as it got lost during a transfer to the NASM and has been "lost" ever since... (Photos: NASA)

#321 #chronograph #NASA #Moonwatch #Moonwatchuniverse #astronaut #apollo #montres #Omega #Speedmaster #spaceflight #Aldrin #Bienne #Swiss-made #Zulu time

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auroraescritora · 7 months ago

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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER XXVII

Hi, how are you? This will be the last chapter of the year, we'll be back on January 6th, although we'll still have posts on writing tips in Portuguese this week (because there are plenty in English) and another post on the creative prompt.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV / CHAPTER XV / CHAPTER XVI / CHAPTER XVII / CHAPTER XVIII / CHAPTER XIX / CHAPTER XX / CHAPTER XXI / CHAPTER XXII / CHAPTER XXIII / CHAPTER XXIV / CHAPTER XXV /CHAPTER XXVI

Percy slowly moved away from the bed and walked towards the wardrobe. He still couldn't believe what he had done. Nico wasn't like Luke, or like any other boy, where Percy would have some fun and then leave, without caring about the consequences. No, with Nico, extra care was necessary, he needed time and attention, to be treated in the right way and at the right pace so that in his haste, Percy wouldn't ruin everything. That was why he couldn't let himself get carried away like that, having more fun than he should with Nico's reaction and discomfort, watching Nico get more excited with each passing moment without even knowing what he was doing.

Did Nico realize how easily he could enter that state of submission? His pupils dilated, his face flushed, and even his posture changed, bowing slightly, the mood changing drastically as Nico transformed into that completely obedient and sweet being, something even the other people around him noticed. The worst? Percy transformed with him, bringing out his worst side.

Thankfully, all of this has been put on hold for the time being. Percy made sure to keep those memories inside the box Apollo had given him, along with the collar and the other objects. In the meantime, he kept the box on top of the desk next to the bed, out of sight but close enough if they decided to take it a step further than they were both comfortable at the moment.

"Per?" It was Nico who called him, the only one who used that nickname or said his name so sweetly.

Nico was sitting on the bed, fingering his necklace with the same hand that held his engagement ring. He had that same lost look and flushed face, even though they had just showered and gotten dressed for school. Percy decided to ignore the urge to pin Nico against the bed and give them what they both wanted, and just smiled, content to watch Nico.

"What's wrong, baby?”

"We... is everything okay?”

"Of course it is.”

"So why haven't you touched me since... since the collar?”

Percy stopped and thought, “Hm. That was true.” It hadn’t been a conscious thing or to punish Nico. Percy just thought it would be good to have a few moments to breathe a little.

"Don't worry, hmm ? Give me a kiss.”

Percy walked back to the bed and knelt between Nico's legs, getting to his height, and kissed him. Something sweet and soft. Percy didn't intend to turn the kiss into anything more than a passing caress. The problem was Nico and his sweet moans, the way he parted his lips and gasped, wrapping his legs around Percy’s wais, pulling him up, inviting him to lie on top of Nico. When Percy saw it, he had grabbed Nico by the hair and rubbed his tongue against Nico's, swallowing his moans.

Moving away from Nico was like surfacing after long hours of swimming, he felt like he could go on for a while longer, but that it wouldn't be good for him if he tried it. So he pulled his lips away from Nico's, took a deep breath and slowly moved his head away. He propped one knee on the edge of the bed and inhaled, forcing his heart to beat at a normal pace. And Nico? He was lying down, sprawled in the middle of the sheets, breathing just as deeply as he was, but completely happy and content to stay exactly where he was, blinking slowly as he watched Percy walk away.

It seems like he would have to be the adult there.

Percy practically threw himself out of bed, then grabbed Nico's shoes and put them on Nico's feet, tying the laces. He got up, went to the wardrobe and grabbed their jackets. He helped Nico sit on the bed and finally put one of them on Nico who just raised his arms, allowing himself to be dressed.

If he could, Percy would stay home today and make sure Nico stayed in his happy, content bubble of pleasure. That is, if it weren't for the exams coming up. They had studied too hard to let everything be ruined now.

"You didn't have to do that." Nico said, his face heating up, seeming to come back to reality.

Percy just looked at him and smiled, picking up their bags from the floor, Nico's guitar, and took Nico's hand that was now reluctantly dragging itself across the carpet, Percy guiding him out of the room towards the exit door.

***

Percy sat down on the bench and closed his eyes for a moment. Preparation for finals was starting and the teachers were determined to make his life miserable. Seven papers, surprise tests and group presentations, everything he didn't need right now. If he could just have a moment to catch his breath he was sure that—

"... cy ? Percy!”

"Hm?”

"You didn't listen to anything I said!”

Percy tried not to roll his eyes, but it seemed to be in vain. Luke was trying to say something that must be very important, Percy was sure. Something about the team, or probably about graduation. In fact, in his absence, Luke was proving to be a great leader, a good friend and someone he could trust even if the jealousy always got the better of him.

"I know you're busy with Nico and the future of your perfect life. But can you pay attention to me?”

Percy smiled at Luke and hugged him around the neck, reminding him of the thousands of nights where loneliness made him seek refuge in those same arms, but that no matter how hard Luke tried, it would never be enough for Percy. The reality is that beneath the flirting and fun, Luke was just another person looking for a place to belong.

"You don't need me. You never did.”

"Percy! I'm serious.”

“Me too,” Percy said. He turned to Luke and cupped his face, admiring him in a way Percy rarely did. It was a shame he already loved Nico. Luke deserved someone who loved him as much as he loved Nico. “I’m quitting the team this week.”

"What? Why now? So close to graduation?”

"It's a surprise. I'm not going to go to college here.”

"You can't drop everything because of him!”

"I received a good offer in Italy.”

"Are you sure? You tried so hard.”

“You deserve it more than me.”

"Me? What do I have to do with this?" Luke pulled away, leaning back, and scratched his head, completely confused.

"You'll make a great captain.”

“I…” Luke stuttered and stopped talking, and Percy could see real emotion flash across Luke's face for the first time in a while. “You don’t have to quit the team. We need you if we want to win.”

"Hm. Maybe. If you insist.”

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In the end, Percy was defeated by sheer exhaustion, he would be vice captain while Luke would take his place. The coach seemed proud of them for some reason, and nothing really seemed to change, even though he didn't go to all the practices anymore. Without the practices, Percy had more time to talk to his mother and plan the next steps, like college and marriage. A house. But without Nico realizing that something very drastic was happening.

"Come to the next training practice.”

"Do I really need to?" Percy said to Luke and then turned to Grover who was beside him, hugging Juniper. Grover shrugged and Juniper smiled, the cheerleader just hugged Grover tighter and rested her head on his shoulder.

"The first game is in eight days. Please.”

"Just because you asked nicely.”

Percy ruffled Luke's hair, and Luke stood up, taking his bag and the clipboard with him. He watched Luke march out of the courtyard and saw Nico appear shortly after with his bag and guitar slung over his shoulder. An unusual sight. Nico would be at band practice at this time, getting ready for his performance at the prom, not here, looking like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road. Before Nico could disappear into the crowd of teenagers, Percy ran towards him, grabbing Nico by the shoulder, turning him towards himself.

“What happened?”

Percy could tell immediately that something was wrong. He touched Nico's face and turned it towards him, moving it in different angles. He felt around Nico's neck and ran his fingers down Nico's shoulders, finding nothing wrong. That is, until Nico looked at him through his eyelashes and blinked slowly in his direction.

"Nothing happened. Today's practice was canceled. The teacher was absent. Everyone was going out to eat... I rather stay here.”

"What happened on the way here?”

"It was nothing, I swear.”

Percy thought about continuing with his questions, but then he remembered his promise not to question Nico's actions. He would trust his baby.

"Do you want to rest a little or do you want to go home?”

He knew it wasn't fair, testing how dependent Nico really was on him. Imagine his relief when he saw Nico stop and think for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowing and a pout of concentration appearing on his lips. Nico was taking a huge weight off Percy's shoulders without even knowing it; not because it was hard for Percy to keep deciding everything for the two of them, but because, this way, Percy knew he wasn't hurting Nico in any way or deepening any kind of trauma.

"Can we rest a little and then study?”

Percy groaned, already regretting asking. Nico could deny it, but he loved torturing him with endless study sessions. Percy was sure of it.

"Seriously? Is that all you think about?”

All Nico did was laugh, all delicate, and hold onto the strap of his backpack, acting cute and innocent.

"What's the problem? It'll be good for you. This way, we'll be training for college. "Nico continued smiling, using a very soft and gentle voice, and held his hands, making him forget the complaint that was about to come.

See? And then people called him manipulative and cold. That's because they never paid attention to what Nico did. Percy smiled back and took the backpack and guitar from Nico's shoulder, walking towards the benches in the open courtyard. He knew how much Nico liked to lie in the sunlight.

It was not a common sight, him sitting on the bench in the middle of the courtyard and Nico with his head in his lap. Nico had his eyes closed and was breathing calmly, while Percy massaged his hair, slowly and carefully, touching his small, soft ears, his long neck, the fragrant nape of his neck.

"Stop looking at me like that." Nico said with his eyes still closed, although Percy could feel his face between his hands slowly warming up.

"How am I looking at you?”

"Like I would run away.”

"That's not why I'm looking at you." Percy continued touching Nico's skin, running his fingers down Nico's neck, and stopping with his hand on the choker, finally leaning over Nico, kissing him softly on the leather. Percy raises his lips and finds that piece of skin, right behind Nico's ear, which makes the boy shiver from head to toe.

Of course this is the moment where Luke yells for them to find a room.

“Where did he come from?” Nico says, and something in his voice makes Percy stop and look at him, seeing Nico open his eyes softly. Percy could force himself to believe that nothing was wrong, but... it was so obvious. “I saw you hugging Luke.”

So, that was it.

"He's just a friend.”

"I don't like this." At this moment, Nico really looked at him and emphasized every word. "Just a friend? Just like he was when I was in Italy, is that it?”

"Wow." Percy was speechless. It was kind of funny, even if deep down Nico was right. Any friend could have become more when Nico was on the other side of the world and Percy was there, alone and lonely.

"Wasn't that what you did?”

“You’re right,” Percy said, trying to calm his fussy baby. “I didn’t know this was a problem.”

"You didn't act any different than me when I told you about my ex-boyfriend.”

Hm. That was true. As always, Nico was right.

Percy thought about justifying himself and saying that they were angry for different reasons. He didn't understand why Nico had to go looking for sex on the other side of the world and Nico didn't like that Percy had tried to replace him with the first person who appeared.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I swear that's in the past. I promise it won't happen again.”

“Have you had sex with other people or touching your “friends” is something usual?”

This time, Percy couldn't hold it in. He threw his head back and laughed. Gods! He missed Nico so much, the senseless jealousy and obsession they both had for each other. Even though he understood it was wrong, it was like coming home after a long, tiring day.

"Both. I won't do either without your consent.”

Then the cutest thing happened. Like the baby that Nico was, he pouted and puffed out his cheeks, showing his displeasure, and then he turned to the side, hiding his face in Percy’s belly.

"Sometimes I hate you. I hate this feeling that eats away inside of me. I want you all to myself. I know you do these things on purpose!" Nico raised his voice and sank even deeper into his lap, rubbing himself against Percy a little too much.

Now, who was doing what they shouldn't have done on purpose?

"Baby, I swear. I didn't do this--”

"Percy, it's been a while.”

Damn! Did she have to show up right now?

For a moment the voices around the courtyard seemed to fall silent, and there was a strange silence, as if the other people had frozen in place to listen better and see what would happen. Even Nico seemed to stop breathing, tensing in his arms and turning his back to Annabeth . And just when he said he wouldn't do those things...

"Per-cy!”

"You don't need to shout, everyone can hear you." He murmured, trying to ease the situation.

"When are you going to get tickets to the dance?”

"I don't know what you're talking about.”

"Don't you remember? You promised.”

"Only in your dreams.”

Percy couldn't help but look down and see that Nico was already staring at him, furious, a look so determined that he knew he would have to make amends. He barely realized that he was still holding Nico's hair and necklace, still with his fingers on Nico's skin, possessive and protective. The biggest surprise came next, Nico grabbed his hands and pulled them away from him, struggling to get up, trying to run away from him once again.

That was enough for Percy to spring into action. Percy pushed Nico back, and turned him around, making him sit on his lap, once again with his back to Annabeth .

"Where do you think you're going, hm?”

"I thought you wanted to talk to your friends.”

Oh, so much hurt, so much jealousy, so bitter. Would he be a horrible person just for knowing that Nico cared so much, even if it was through such bad emotions?

“Baby?”

“What is it?!”

Percy lifted Nico's head, who refused to look at him, and got closer to his ear, so that only Nico could hear:

"I love you. Only you and no one else.”

"Liar!”

"I would never spoil anyone the way I spoil you. I would never indulge your every whim or allow myself to be so vulnerable if I didn't love you. You know what else I would never do?”

"What?" This time, Nico's voice came out much lower, almost a whisper.

"I would never fuck you like I do to you. I would never accept submission from anyone other than you. Why would I choose anyone else when the most perfect, obedient thing is right in front of me. Hm? Answer me.”

Nico pulled back just enough to look at him, his face and ears now on fire. His attitude completely different than it had been five minutes ago.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say those things. I just…”

"I should punish you. I should show you what naughty boys deserve.”

The moment would have been comical if Percy hadn't been so turned on, and apparently, Nico was too; he could feel the small bulge against his lower belly, and the way Nico moaned and held onto his shoulders would have told him what was going on anyway.

"Now, how are you going to apologize?”

"Apologize?" Nico looked confused, but even so, he moved closer to him, pressing their bodies together and hugging him by the neck.

Nico only needed a little push and their lips were connecting. Their tongues soon met and a breathy moan followed. Unfortunately, Percy couldn't let things go too far, after all they were still in public, and his baby was too good for those predatory eyes, looking for the next gossip.

Percy grabbed Nico by the back of his neck and pulled their mouths apart, watching Nico gasp as if they had done much more than just share a quick kiss. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave Nico without sex for too long.

"How about we go home, hm? Take a relaxing bath? I promise we'll study as much as you want tomorrow.”

Nico just nodded, blinking slowly. He helped Nico pick up his bags, and when he stood up, Annabeth was still standing in the middle of the path, closer than Percy would have liked her to be. Well, that didn't matter. As long as Annabeth didn't intrude on his life, she could do whatever she wanted, even if it meant watching him like a hawk.

#percy jackson #percico #nico di angelo #pernico #my writing #percy/nico #there's no place like home

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