#gildedtm

[artemisic]

how rapidly does the wolf ,     and the stag ,   and the bear   leap    past silhouetted trees   ,     dipped in the warmth of their golden of sundown .     laughing like summer - children  ,      youthful    &     inconsequential  ,     in conjunction  ,    they chant:    “  follow me !     catch me !  "    furthest away from scrutiny ,     from duties and obligations  .      at last  ,     they pounce ,    and silver melts under the scorching heat ,      mending into a single body  ,   a single girl ,     readily  jumping from between bay laurel trees and rolling down evergreen hills   ,   snarling  ,      crinkle - eyed  ,      black mane trickling down his chest    &     palms firmly pinning him still to the ground .

❝      gotcha !         ready to    admit defeat   yet ?     ❞

@gildedtm​​​​    ❤’d.

[excathedras]

@gildedtm.  (  s.c  )

     THE  WESTERN  SKY  IS  a vibrant scarlet,  clouds painted gold and pink crowning the fiery horizon where the shivering coin glows fiery hot as it retreats beneath the black curve of the earth.  Cicadas chirp from the hazy willow trees that look more and more human in the distorting hues of the last rays of the evening sunlight.  The beams stretch far and broad,  horizontal against the sky,  though unable to reach the darkening east.  A deep blue covers the zenith and cools into a violet hue that darkens with every step the sun takes closer to disappearance.  A single star sparkles in the sky,  the first stitch of the embroidery of all constellations.  

     The black chariot starts its ascent beyond the Underworld,  leading forth the pitch mists of the night to cover the sky like a silk scarf to shimmer in the moonlight with beads of stars sewed into the thin fabric.  Nyx is unperturbed by the world beneath her growing smaller and smaller.  She was,  once,  but now the grip on her javelin is light,  and her hand on the reins is easy.  Once she reaches a height,  the details of Earth are blotted by a haze and all she can see is the chariot of Apollo,  nearly flaming as he reaches the end of his journey.  Black eyes narrow on him,  and she tries to imagine what Hypnos might see in him.  He was born of the dark,  raised in the dark,  characterised by a soft introversion with a slowness to anger and an appreciation of that which is simple.  Apollo seems to be his inversion,  a whirlwind of complication and melodrama with a savage temper and insatiable appetite.  However,  whatever she does not understand pales in comparison to what she does :  the lovers of Apollo all share some accursed fate.  Whatever her Hypnos and this Olympian feel for each other,  it is nothing in the face of her maternal ferocity,  and if Hypnos’s tragedy be by her hand,  she would rather he loathe her for an eternity than suffer some despicable end by the stubborn decrees of her daughters.

     “Apollo,”  she calls,  her voice as singular and lonely as the darkness,  but no less inescapable.  Nyx barely has to speak at all and she knows she is heard.  “I require a word with you regarding my son.”

[tryalsynarc]

* . ✎ *ﾟ DISNEY LYRIC SC : ❛ ━━━ *ﾟ 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴.

❛   there comes a day,     when     you     are     going     to        look     around     &     realize     happiness     is       𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴.   ❜     /    @gildedtm.

[lovedgods-a]

@gildedtm   𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  :   ↕ + 6'4 .. i'm gona cry

﹡ . °   pocket   seer  //  accepting .

excuse   me . 

[basileuus]

@gildedtm.  (  x  )

“  my father is angry.   ”     head  rested  against  the  pillow , his  words  spoken  through  half-lidded  eyes  showed  little  concern  for  what  was  raging  on  outside.  rain  pounded  against  the  windows  and  obscured  the  view  to  the  rest  of  the  world , but  apollo  could  not  bring  himself  to  care  much.   thunder  shaking  the  ground  in  the  distance  was  nothing  but  white  noise  that  eased  him  closer  to  sleep.  

his  entire  worldview  existed  in  this  very  moment.  turning  a  blind  eye  to  the  prophecies  and  the  voices  that  coexisted  in  his  mind , apollo  focuses  only  on  the  god  that  lay  beside  him. he  refuses  to  see  past  the  shores  of  lemnos , and  even  his  dreams  revolved  around  the  god  of  sleep. he  has  wondered  often  if  he  were  merely  in  love  or  if  the  god  of  dreams  purposely  appeared  in  his  more  frequently.  he  has  not  found  the  words  to  ask , but  trusts  little  in  coincidence  and  feels  he  already  knows  the  answer.    “   do  not  worry , it  will  pass  and  the  sun  will  come  out …  tomorrow.   ”

     WRATHFUL  MAELSTROMS  RAMPAGING  AGAINST  the little island are not uncommon ;  in fact,  such is how most souls find themselves lost in the shimmering,  shining haze of that dreadful wood,  destined to a horrible death among the nightmares from deep in the recesses in their minds.  There is,  however,  a distinct difference between a swirling tempest,  a typhoon churning its way through the open sea,  and the anger of the King of the Gods,  and Hypnos has had many years to know the difference between the two.  He can still remember the years that passed during the awful Titanomachy,  his family asleep in the unformed Underworld by his own doing to keep them safe from Titan and Olympian alike.  Their primordial penchant to pick no side made them an enemy of both,  and Hypnos had been the only one to guard them, accompanied by his father,  who was naught more than a chaotic plume of darkness conjured from the Void.  He has kept his struggle to himself for many years,  dreading any glorious conflict that might sprout should he say a word of it.  

     The shutters in the bedroom fly open suddenly with a clatter as they hit the wall,  rattling loudly against the side of the house.  Hypnos is quick to jump out of bed and right them,  tugging the window up with a grunt and pulling the shutters back in,  fitting the latch together once more.  Rain blows inside, stinging Hypnos’s warm skin and making the sedona tile glitter with water.  He pulls the window down and locks it,  Hypnos lingers for just a moment to gaze outside. The lackadaisical willows whip about wildly,  so unstable he waits for them to uproot and fly away into the oceanic horizon.  The sky is moonless,  starless.  There is nothing out there but the dreadful storm.  

     “What has upset him?  Do you know?”  He should let Apollo sleep ;  Hypnos has never known anyone,  god or mortal,  to be so resistant to rest at times.  He understands the fears that come with surrendering one’s control to the whim of their subconscious,  but Hypnos knows that whatever fearful abomination he conjures to terrorise him while he sleeps,  it is never real.  Apollo does not have that luxury.  Still,  he asks anyway.  

[arch-wistcrias]

"you have pretty eyes." @ cassie , his fave princess xoxo

            the highest of compliments, to be sure. but from the mouth of someone who throws them around as if they are nothing, as if there are a thousand more where they came from. the favor of a god is much to be appreciated… the favor of lord apollo? a different matter. 

cassandra watches him through the mirror - lake. streams of cool water wash over her face, kiss her cheeks away and lift the dew from her eyes. the same eyes he finds oh - so - lovely. dark and doe - wide and thickly lashed, she can see the appeal. her vanity is not loud, but it does not whisper either. 

she is a princess, after all. 

the bow of her head would be nothing but humble were it not for the challenging glint swimming in those coal - dark eyes; bright with embers. “ thank you. you have pretty… ” her lips twist. “ you have a lovely personality, lord apollo. ” 

meme / not accepting.

[skyfulcfstars]

@gildedtm

    why can’t she have a normal family? 

           “could you be literally any more extra?”

[kaianoixi-blog]

        ‘ hey! hey, could you turn off the flashlight? ‘ she was just trying to get home, and yeesh, that thing could blind a satellite. there was no need for something like that, especially not in this area. just outside the city, there was still enough light pollution that it only took a couple minutes for eyes to adjust at night. he had to be wielding one of those flashlights that boasted about military grade bulbs or something. but why-- yeah, after a quick look at her watch to confirm the time. ‘ what are you doing out here at two in the morning? ‘ 

@gildedtm

[burnedhopes]

                   the throne room has a balcony , one which she uses to look out at all of olympus. moon goddess wonders if it would always be this peaceful. two of her brothers sit in a specially designed cell their father created , in case of another uprising against him. she’d put them there herself , and feels no remorse for doing it. her priority was keeping apollo , their king , safe. “ if you’re here to lecture me about hermes and ares , save it. they’re lucky all i did was shove them in a cell. “          /          @gildedtm

[reignofolympus]

      ❛     i need you to come with me.   now.     ❜     he provided apollo with no further explanation before turning on his heel, back out the door, walking slow enough to give his son a chance to catch up.   when he did, zeus turned electric blues upon him.     ❛     we’ve got a medical emergency that requires your attention.   what do you need to prepare?     ❜

@gildedtm

[burnedhopes-a-blog]

‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’ / to one of his kids. You pick

                   do you trust me enough ? do you trust me at all ? what a question to ask a boy who felt let down by the one asking the question all too many times throughout his sixteen years of existence. will looks down at his hands , brows raising slightly as he considers the question. he supposes hesitation must seem bad , but he needs to consider the pros and cons of trusting his father. pro : he healed your hands , gave you the ability to continue doing the thing he loved. con : he is a god. gods are untrustworthy. pro : he loves him. will can see it in his eyes. con : he knew you existed and did nothing throughout your childhood when you were tormented for wanting to be who you truly were. a deep breath , eyes closing for a moment , before he looks at him. “ i trust you. “

[huntedghosts]

@gildedtm ♥’d for a starter

nick  has  heard  people  describe  her  as  'glowing'.  something  about  the  way  she  smiles  brings  out  that  adjective  in  people,  she  thinks.  but  her  brightest  grin  can't  compare  to  the  way  the  man  seated  on  the  park  bench  glows  just  sitting  there.  its  like  he's  got  his  own  personal  sun  in  his  pocket.

❛  do  you  play??  ❜  she  asks,  gesturing  to  the  guitar  case  propped  against  the  bench.  ❛  oh,  i'm  nick,  by  the  way.  and  sorry  if  i'm  intruding  i  was  just--  ❜  drawn  to  you??  ❛  --curious.  ❜

[lovedgods-a]

@gildedtm    𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  :   ❝What happened? I just found you laying here.❞

﹡ . ° lightheaded // accepting .

CONFUSION   IS   ETCHED   ON   GENTLE   BROW   as   warm   eyes   blink   open .   they   still   momentarily   close ,   tiredness   makes   her   bones   heavy .   she   is   usually   so   light  !   light   like   the   summer   breeze ,   almost   dancing   on   the   tips   of   her   toes   whenever   she   is   in   the   forum .  she   is   flighty   like   the   breeze ,   too .   one   day   she   is   here ---   the   next   she   is   half   across   the   world ,   laughing   as   her   hair   whips   her   on   the   cheek .   but   she   works   herself   to   exhaustion ,   too .  does   not   like   to   sleep   for   the   fear   of   waking   to   nightmares   of   the   future . 

❛      oh .         ❜     lips  part .   her   sun   has   come .   SHE   SIGHS   SOFTLY ,   lays   her   head   against   the   wall   of   her   tiny   home .   it   cools   the   back   of   her   head .    ❛      you   worry   for   me .   you   should   not .   this   happens   to   all   of   us  .   too   much ----   it ’ s   too   much .   we   are   not   divine   like   you .          ❜      she   takes   his   hand ;   he   is   standing   close ,   presses   her   lips   to   it   &   cradles   it   to   a   cheek .   she   feels   warmth   seep   back   into   the   tips   of   her   fingers ,   life   return   to   lips . 

[basileuus]

” i could stare at you forever and never get tired of your face. “ / pls

romance  my  muses  pls

     HYPNOS’S  CHEEKS  WARM  TO  FUCHSIA,  dripping  down  his  neck  and  to  his  chest  where  it  flowers  beneath  his  tunic.  He  bumps  Apollo  with  his  shoulders,  looking  up  at  him  with  a  smile  so  true  it  wavers  under  the  weight  of  his  love  for  the  Olympian.  Above  them,  the  canvas  sails  of  their  little  pine  boat  slacken  and  snap  in  the  weak  evening  breeze  like  wings,  and  a  rut  in  the  smooth  seas  makes  the  craft  pitch  slightly  in  the  water,  a  gust  of  sea  spray  blowing  up  from  the  port  side.  

     “Well,”  says  Hypnos,  swinging  his  feet  out  of  the  water  to  lay  on  his  stomach  and  examine  the  star  charts  spread  out  on  the  deck,  “you  might  get  tied,  but  hopefully  not  of  me,  if  what  you  say  is  true.”  He  already  knows  it  is.  “I  can  think  of  an  eternity  better  spent  with  you  besides  just  staring.”

[cytherec-blog]

arms where softly crossed under her chest while he leaned against the wall and her dark eyes fall upon the other god.           ❛❛   what do you think you are DOING?   ❜❜   //  @gildedtm  ⇾  sc.

[diednoble]

“ i consulted  two oracles today. one said give your your freedom and you’ll come back to me. he was dumb and ate his own dog.  the other said rein you in with the illusion of freedom. she was impressive, but crazy ” // this is the closest thing Jason's gonna get to a prophecy from apollo

MEME I’M TOO LAZY TO FIND

❛  hey,  quick  question.  ❜  jason  tips  his  head  to  the  side  and  gives  the  god  a  considering  look.  ❛  have  you  eaten  any  dogs  recently??  ❜  it’s  possibly  not  his  best  idea  to  sass  a  god,  particularly  one  who  seems  to  be  telling  him  something  (  if  in  the  strangest  way  possible  ),  but  jason  lives  on  the  wild  side.  he’s  already  died  once,  dying  again  wouldn’t  be  the  worst  thing  to  ever  happen  to  him.  

plus,  he  thinks  if  any  god  will  appreciate  a  little  back-talk,  it’s  this  one.