#katrina king

[professorpski]

Piecework, Fall 2022

Piecework magazine offers both historical articles on needlework and instructions with patterns for some of items featured. I must say I always feel the ones with patterns are the best although I have not yet made any of them.

For the instructions, we have the tatted doilies are drawn from an 1889 called Weldon’s Practical Tatting and Katrina King suggests more modern uses like earrings for the smallest motifs and wedding veil for larger ones. The long cream kilt stockings, from ones worn by men who wore breeches instead of long pants, are adaptations from 18th Century Cape Breton Island examples. Barbara Kelly-Landry offers full instructions and she and Annamarie Hatcher recount the history of such stockings and how men’s calves used to be an object of interest for their shape. Yes, women ogled men’s calves. Maybe that it why it is my favorite pattern in this issue. ;-) The other pattern is for the colorwork sleeves you see here which were a separate part of traditional Macedonian clothing according to Ali Giles-Damjanovska in one of two articles on that tradition. Plus an early American sampler pattern is included.

Then, there are historical articles with information and inspiration but without patterns. So there is one on bobbin lace from Puerto Rico by Diana P. Martinez Rodriguez from which this christening gown image is taken. I thought it was crochet at first glance which may explain the popularity of crochet trim in the late 19th and early 20th century: its ability to mimic lace. There are more articles including one on patchwork quilts from India, on early European couching stitch embroidery, and a dress created by someone in a mental asylum, and no, I am not making that last one up.

You can find it at your local bookstore or newsstand or online here: https://pieceworkmagazine.com/subscription/

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is Katrina King from Girl Gone Viral, who has social anxiety and an unspecified trauma disorder

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Cover of the book Girl Gone Viral, the text of the book is yellow and white. The background is a bluish green. The “O” of Gone is a reblog button. In the lower left of the frame is a phone screen with a drawing of a man and a woman standing next to each other. The woman is wearing a yellow short sleeved shirt, pink cap, pearl earrings, and reddish purple lipstick. She has long brown hair. The man is wearing a grey suit, white undershirt with grey collar, and green fabric around his collar. He has short black hair, beard, and mustache.]

[boatboys]

In honor of new novella! It turns out I CAN be stopped but mostly by my own art block lol. But it's time for 6OAT 6OYS TEXT POSTS 6: I CAN FINALLY INCLUDE SOL NOW HOORAY

(1/2/3/4/5/6/?)

[emzchaos]

Coffee By Co.

Kat: Ladies, this was such a great Idea Shari: I needed away from the circus Kira: *Laughs* Oh Shari dear Quinta: You said latte in the group chat

Kira: How did you handle Nelliea? Shari: We gave her a weekend of chores, I’m guessing you and Carlos didn’t? Kira: As a parent no, but as the principal I can’t let it go Shari: Girl, how do you handle it? Kira: Handle what? Shari: Being the parent and the school’s principal? Kira: *smiles* I keep the two far apart and Maxiene didn’t get this from her father.

Quinta: You know Kat, I am more dissapointed that I’m not his friend anymore. Kat: He’s a teen boy, Preston does the same, Geoff is his go to man these days. Quinta: When is it go to mum time again? Kat: When they realize they can’t live on cheeseballs and one pair of underwear Qunita: *Giggles* Jaidan knows how to do his laundry Kat: *Smiles* Maybe he can teach my Preston?

✨ 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 | 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 | 𝔑𝔢𝔵𝔱 ✨

[fetchen]

hlp kc cooper autism headcanon bc she’s so autistic

she can be super super blunt especially with her family and closest friends

she can take things pretty literally sometimes

she really doesn’t like physical affection unless it’s from marisa or if she initiates it

she’s often very stubborn and has a really hard time changing her view of things/people, she has a one-track mind

she’s very “book smart” and gets straight a’s in school but isn’t very good socially (she has a really hard time with making new friends and taking hints from people)

she talks with her hands a lot

she frequently plays with her hair and parts of her clothing

she has a strong sense of morality/justice and strict rules for herself to follow especially when something goes wrong in her life or during missions (when she insisted her mom punish her when she got overwhelmed and accidentally sent her into enemy fire, when she felt obligated not to let zoe save her and her friends because she saw it as her fault they were on the run in the first place)

she absolutely hates eating meat and will pretty much avoid it no matter what (she’s a vegetarian but i’m choosing to believe she’s a vegetarian because of how much she hates eating meat)

she tends to go hyperverbal when she’s under pressure, either that or she completely breaks down (like in season one episode six when her mistake caused her to become completely unable to make simple decisions)

she is very into her job as a spy, so much so, to the point where it often interferes with her normal, everyday life; her identity is almost entirely reliant on her proximity to her job

it is frequently shown (and later commented on by zendaya) that outside of the two forms of dance she knows, tango and ballroom dancing, kc is “really awkward and stiff”

she has a hard time focusing on things that don’t have to do with spywork or herself and her interests

what she finds to be humourous often doesn’t land for everyone else around her

okay i’m done thank you for listening X3c

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

June: Weddings

Singh is Kinng / Katrina Kaif as Sonia

This garment (specifically, the skirt) is called a lehenga. Various websites describe this one as "contemporary" and "western-influenced," and the use of teal is apparently a notable feature.

(Saw this movie years ago when I was making a project of watching multiple versions of the Damon Runyon story "Madam La Gimp." I started with the original Lady for a Day and then went on to Pocketful of Miracles, Mr. Canton and Lady Rose--aka Miracles, aka Black Dragon--and finally, Singh is Kinng.)

Sadly, I couldn't find a high-def source for the movie, and we never get a really good full-length look at the outfit during the film itself. We have to rely on publicity shots for that. But here's a close-up of the embroidery and beading on both Sonia's skirt and the groom's coat.

[roseunspindle]

Mid-Year Book Freak-Out Tag 2023

Best Book you’ve read so far in 2023?

Best Sequel you’ve read so far in 2023?

New release you haven’t read yet, but want to?

(so hard to choose which of the many!)

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year?

and

(hurry up Yen Press!)

Biggest disappointment?

Biggest surprise?

Favorite new author (Debut or new to you)?

Katrina Leno 

Newest Favorite Character?

Jena from Wildwood Dancing

Book that made you cry?

Book that made you happy?

Favorite Book to Movie Adaptation?

What books do you need to read by the end of the year? (Only 55 on my Current TBR shelf....^_^’)

*the following are the harry potter books, I am re-reading them but also so we are clear I do not support JKRowling in anyway. 

[sallygcronin]

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine - New Year's Eve Party - Contributors, Community and Music

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – New Year’s Eve Party – Contributors, Community and Music

Welcome to the New Year’s Eve party and an opportunity to thank the friends who have contributed amazing posts throughout the year and those who have visited, commented and kept me motivated. It would be impossible to mention everyone but I do hope that you know how much your support means to me as a person, blogger and author. I cannot take all the credit for the blog as I have an amazing group…

[scvereignreignedarchived]

TAG DROP - RAPUNZEL (BARBIE)

🖌– rapunzel

🖌– gothel

🖌– penelope

🖌– hugo

🖌– hobie

🖌– otto

🖌– king fredrick

🖌– king wilhelm

🖌– melody

🖌– katrina

🖌– tommy

🖌– lorena

🖌– aesthetic

🖌– musings

🖌– about

🖌– wardrobe

[sovereignreignedarchived2]

TAG DROP - RAPUNZEL (BARBIE)

🐉🖌 – rapunzel

🐉🖌 – prince stefan

🐉🖌 – gothel

🐉🖌 – penelope

🐉🖌 – otto

🐉🖌 – hobie

🐉🖌 – hugo

🐉🖌 – king wilhelm

🐉🖌 – king fredrick

🐉🖌 – katrina

🐉🖌 – lorena

🐉🖌 – melody

🐉🖌 – tommy

🐉🖌 – sliversmith

🐉🖌 – aesthetic

🐉🖌 – musings

🐉🖌 – about

🐉🖌 – wardrobe

[mbat]

wait ok. taleblr society do yall still think about katrina. i still think about katrina

[emzchaos]

Coffee By Co.

Kira: Ok Shari, I've known you since I moved from England , so tell me what’s with the smile? Shari: Kira don’t freak out but I’m having another baby! Kira: *Smiles* You are? Was It planned? Shari: Not at all but I love the idea already Kira: The boy? Shari: I would love another girl but I want a son

Kat: Congrats Shari, I can’t believe you two Quinta: Didn’t you just have Zach? Kat: Two years ago. Quinta: *Chuckles* This is why I am done with kids Kat: *Laughs* Quinta you were done with Jaidan and still had Gina Quinta: I got to go girls, the Husband flies out tonight Kira & Kat: Bye Quints Shari: I hope he has a safe flight there and home.

Kira: I wanted one more daughter and got two sons, careful what you wish for. Shari: How are the twins? Kira: They are still are the same Kat: Hate each other? Sorry Kira Kira: *Deep Sigh* Daniel needs more attention and Lucas hates it. Shari: Poor kids.. I hope they work it out Kira: If only my kids talked to me, I have five and only two talk to me..

✨ 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 | 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 | 𝔑𝔢𝔵𝔱 ✨

[smorgasbordinvitation]

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine - New Year's Eve Party - Contributors, Community and Music

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – New Year’s Eve Party – Contributors, Community and Music

Welcome to the New Year’s Eve party and an opportunity to thank the friends who have contributed amazing posts throughout the year and those who have visited, commented and kept me motivated. It would be impossible to mention everyone but I do hope that you know how much your support means to me as a person, blogger and author. I cannot take all the credit for the blog as I have an amazing group…

[gorillazink]

The Woman King Jacksonville Panel

Black Films Matter host a private screening of “The Woman King” movie starring Viola Davis in Jacksonville, FL. They reached out to use to design the post-movie panel discussion flyers for the panelist, sponsors and the creative team including Gorillaz Ink. Get your tickets to check out the movie and the post-movie panel discussion curated by Women at Werk founder, Stephanie Jones. 

Tickets: Womankingmovie.eventbrite.com

[cobrakaisb]

day 'n' nite

summary: every friday night, like clockwork, the older counselors and campers waste their nights away at a party. usually you’re the one taking care of luke but tonight the roles are reversed and all the cards are laid out on the table.

word count: 3.1k

featuring: drunk!reader, happy luke + reader (hence the happy luke picture in the header), them being giggly and in love, a little sad at the end (but only a teeny tiny bit)

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giggles tumble out of your mouth, filling the already loud atmosphere with your pure joy. you clutch onto katrina’s arm, pulling her flush against your side, as your cheek rests on her bicep. she laughs at you, moving her arm to support your weight. 

you gasp, loudly, as her hand rests gently on your waist. “i have a boyfriend,” you snap, suddenly able to hold yourself up.

you stand, albeit a bit slowly, and move away from the girl. she does her best to hide her laughter, but fails. her laugh, however, builds up more anger in your chest, and you cross your arms.    

“oh he’s your boyfriend now? i thought you two didn’t do labels,” katrina teases.

you pout at her words, answering, “well luke says that not me. everyone knows we’re together.” 

“who’s together?” jade, a girl from the apollo cabin asks, sliding into the spot next to katrina.

you throw a nasty look in her direction, or what you assume is a nasty look. even in your inebriated state, you know that jade can’t be trusted. she was one of the first campers to hate on you, and she’s one of the few that continue to do so. once the novelty of hera having a demigod child wore off, most people left you to your own devices. there were still the occasional whispers and rumors, but jade and her friend group always seemed to be behind them. 

“none of your business,” you snap, turning your nose up at her like a fifth grader. 

she scoffs at you, “ugh whatever,” and walks away. 

you smile, a satisfied look on your face as you reclaim your seat next to katrina. she’s holding onto two cups, and you’re positive that one of them belongs to you. you reach for one of them, but she pulls it away, lifting it just out of your reach.

“i think you need a break,” she says, voice soft and caring.

“no ‘m fine,” you mumble, trying to reach for the cup again but completely missing. 

that’s the funniest thing in the world, and you burst into another giggling fit. katrina stares at you, a soft smile on her face. your hand comes up to cover your mouth, but your shoulders continue to shake with, now somewhat stifled, laughter. you can’t even register what’s so funny, but everything seems to have you in a giggly mood. one that only gets worse when luke walks across the way, followed by a group of boys who you know to be his friends.

“luke looks like a dragon prince,” you announce, pointing in his direction. 

katrina chuckles at your words; they make no sense. you, however, think they’re the most accurate description in the world. the orange and red hues from the large fire pit, courtesy of cabin nine, illuminate his features. he’s laughing at something one of his friends said, but his eyes are still deep and serious. the white scar tracing down his cheek shines brightly in the dark, and you wonder if landon knows he hurt his king. 

luke feels your eyes on him, because he turns and meets your gaze, smiling at you. you gasp as he throws you a subtle nod, like something out of a teen movie. your right hand clutches at katrina’s shirt sleeve, and you shake the material vigorously between your fingers. she looks to you, and notices the deep flush and dilated pupils. 

“he’s looking at me. i think he has a crush on me. oh my gods what do i do? i know my mother’s the goddess of marriage, but i’m not ready for this,” you ramble.

katrina laughs, again. luke looks your way, again. you start to panic, again. 

“relax,” katrina says, “he’s your boyfriend.” 

her tone is teasing, but you don’t pick up on it. all you feel is shock. your mouth falls open, and your head swivels between the curly headed boy and your best friend. 

“you’re lying,” you conclude. 

katrina shakes her head, “i’m not.” 

before you can refute her claims, the dragon king himself is in front of you. he slides into the empty seat on your left hand side, throwing his arm casually over your shoulder. there’s a can of something in his other hand, and he lifts it up to his mouth for a swig. you watch, with deep fascination, as his adam’s apple bobs while he swallows the liquid. when he’s done, he leans down to your ear, lips ghosting over the piercings that adorn it. 

“hi,” he whispers, pulling at your golden hoop helix piercing with his teeth.

you're stunned into silence. all that you can muster is a small gasp, and you turn to katrina, wondering what you should do. she’s already staring at you, but so are these other two guys, and a girl who you barely recognize. you point to luke with your thumb, asking a silent question. katrina nods, and one of the guys, another brunette, hides his laugh behind a red solo cup. 

you turn your head again, making eye contact with the cute guy next to you. you just stare at him for a while, and he holds your gaze the whole time. his right hand, you realize, is tracing circles on your exposed shoulder. the pad of his thumb is calloused and rough against your soft skin, but you like to contrast. you lean into his touch, shifting closer to him on the wooden bench. 

“ouch,” you mumble, lifting up your hand. 

“what’s wrong?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“i think i got a splinter,” you explain, holding up your palm for him to see. 

he inspects your hand, and there’s absolutely nothing there, but replies, “don’t worry. i’ll take you to the infirmary tomorrow.”

you nod, and he kisses your palm, right where the supposed splinter is. his lips are soft, you think, but then why is everyone giggling? you look around, but none of the four people surrounding the two of you provide any sort of explanation. 

“i know. my girlfriend makes me use this lip balm she really likes,” he says, and you’re still confused. 

“huh?” you ask, head tilting. 

“my girlfriend gave me this lip balm. it’s from glossy or something,” he answers, holding up the tube. 

you snatch it from him, looking at the label. even drunk, you know a high quality lip balm when you see one. 

“glossier! i love it there,” you exclaim.

everyone laughs again, even the boy next to you this time. you look at him, a shy smile on your face, as you unscrew the cap. you squeeze the tube, and lift the lip balm to your puckered lips. you rub them together, smacking them a couple times. luke doesn’t take his eyes off you; you don’t take your eyes off him. 

there’s relatively no distance between you two now, but you can’t bring yourself to care. luke doesn’t seem to mind either as he shifts his arm and way that pulls your body even closer to his. the little space that remained is gone, and your thighs are pressed together. you want to be touching him in some way, and lift your left leg to drape over his right one. you nudge his left calf with your converse, gaining his attention. you giggle at that, stifling your laughs with his shoulder. 

“she’s gone,” he observes. 

“oh i know,” katrina answers. 

“you smell so good,” you say, adjusting your head so that your cheek rests against him, and your eyes meet his. 

the two boys, the ones who you can’t recognize at the moment, burst out laughing. your eyebrows furrowed at that, a soft huff escaping you as you cross your arms and lean further into luke. you close your eyes for a minute, basking in his warm presence and the smoky undertones emitting from his shirt. 

“how many drinks have you had?” he asks, large hand rubbing up and down your back. 

“two,” you answer confidently, holding up two fingers. 

katrina scoffs, “try three cups of jungle juice and whatever else at the pregame.” 

“you pregamed?” luke asks, voice low against your ear. 

“mhm. cause what if they didn’t have any drinks i liked?” you reply, holding your hands up in defense. 

he chuckles at your words, humming in agreement as he kisses your forehead. that action, for some reason, registers as oddly intimate in your mind, and so you’re pushing him away. in your drunken state, you can't comprehend that he’s your boyfriend.

“i shouldn’t be doing this. katrina says i have a boyfriend,” you slur, shaking your head. 

“no, you said you have a boyfriend,” katrina replies. 

“well either way!” you yell, throwing your hands up in exasperation. 

“isn’t he your boyfriend?” one of the boys asks, pointing to luke.

“he can’t be. he’s too hot,” you answer confidently. 

everyone laughs at that, except for you and luke. luke’s cheeks are flushed red, but he looks at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. he smiles at you, gently shaking his head in disbelief. 

you shrink back into yourself, slouching down in his arms so that the back of your head rests against his shoulder. luke’s hand fiddles with the hem of your jeans, fingers ghosting over your hips, and you squirm. you shove his hand away, covering your face with your own. 

“what’s wrong?” he asks, bending down so only you can hear him.

“i embarrassed myself,” you whine, peeking at him through a gap in your fingers.

luke chuckles, “it’s okay baby. i still love you.” 

you light up at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck. you pull his face down to yours, smacking kisses all over, only stopping to giggle from pure, unfiltered happiness. normally, you save the affection for the private confines of your cabins, but all of your reservations are out the window at the moment. 

luke smiles brightly at your actions, dimples and everything, as he squeezes your hips three times. it’s your silent code, an unspoken way for the two of you to communicate your love and appreciation for one another, and you smile happily at his use of it. you hug him again, burying your face into the crook of his neck. you can tell that he’s been smoking, and maybe that’s why his eyes are a little red-rimmed. you don’t mind, however, and opt to keep your head resting there. his arms wrap securely around you, cradling your body the way someone would hold a toddler. 

“tired?” he asks, rubbing a hand down your back.

you want to say no, but the giant yawn betrays you. 

“c’mon, i’ll bring you to bed,” he says, patting your thigh to signal for you to get up. 

you agree, holding out your hand for him to take. once your fingers are safely stowed away in his palm, you walk up to katrina. 

“goodnight tree,” you mumble, hugging her tightly. 

“g’night,” she replies, squeezing you just as tight.

with that, you let luke lead you towards the hera cabin as you focus on not tripping over your own feet. you stumble on the stairs, and luke squeezes your waist, holding you steady. he’s your rock, and you don’t know what you’d do without him. 

he opens the door, waiting for you to enter the cabin before following. you look around, and your eyes land on the giant statue taking up a majority of the room. you gasp, hands covering your mouth, as you meet your mother’s cold and calculating stare. 

“i don’t think she should be seeing me like this. can we go to your cabin?” you ask, turning to face luke.

“it’s a statue,” luke deadpans, shaking his head.

“but she’s all knowing,” you reply, pointing to the marble goddess. 

“you’re gonna be fine,” luke explains softly. 

you’re eyes are wide, and you continuously shake your head no. you grab onto luke’s hand, intertwining your fingers together. his hand is rough and worn from all the training he does, a testament to how long he’s been at camp. your mind wanders back to his position as king of the dragons, and you want to ask him if his hands are scarred from the claws of a rival. yet, it doesn’t seem appropriate, so you keep your mouth shut. 

“where’s you toiletry bag?” luke ask, letting go of you hand as he wanders around the cabin. 

“i don’t know,” you answer, following him towards the area you’ve deemed your bed. 

he huffs, standing back from the bed to monitor the situation. his hands are on his hips, eyes scanning the area for your bag with makeup remover, skincare, and other bathroom necessities. you find the pose extremely comical, and laugh. he looks at you over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“what’s so funny?” he asks.

“you look like my dad,” you wheeze. 

he pauses, mouth agape like a fish out of water. he opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, but ultimately comes up empty handed. just when it seems like he’s about to say something, you’re bounding over to your bedside table, grabbing a bag that’s clearly overloaded. 

“found it!” you shout. 

luke cringes at the volume, but takes the bag from your hands without further questioning. he marches over to your closet, the one he helped you set up, and grabs a small towel from one of the shelves. you smile at him. he’s so endearing, you think, how’d i get so lucky?

“let’s go to the bathroom,” he says, tilting his head towards the door of your cabin.

you nod in agreement, taking his outstretched hand. luke smiles at you, allowing you to lead the way, despite your drunken state. he admires your beauty in the moment, although he knows you’d argue you’re anything but. your makeup is messy, your cheeks are flushed from all the alcohol, and your top is falling off your shoulder, yet he still believes that you can rival aphrodite. he shouldn’t think that, he realizes, as she’s one of the only gods he still prays to, but he does. 

the two of you enter the bathroom, and you're surprised by how empty it is. however, the peace and quiet is nice for a usually chaotic space. you decide on a mirror and sink in the middle of the collection, and turn to face luke, waiting for his approval. when he sets the bag down, and removes the towel from his shoulder, you know you’ve made a good choice. 

“alright, let’s take your makeup off,” he says, patting the small of your back. 

you fumble with the zipper of your pouch, trying and failing to get the bag opened. you pout, holding it out to luke, with a pleading look in your eyes. 

“i’ll help you. you want to sit on the counter?” he asks.

you nod, and turn around so your back is towards the sink and mirrors. you brace yourself, ready to test your physical strength in your drunken state. you fail the first attempt, not even making it onto the ledge. luke watches, amusement clear in his eyes, because it’s not like you to ask for help. 

“need a hand?” 

“no i can do it! i’m a demigod,” you answer, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

he chuckles at your response, but goes back to digging through your bag for the cotton pads and micellar water. he also takes out your face wash, moisturizer, toothbrush, toothpaste, and other skin care items he thinks you might need. 

“luke,” you whisper, tugging on his sleeve. 

he hums in acknowledgment, turning away from the array of products to face you. 

“help?” you ask with a shy smile. 

“i thought you didn’t need it, cause your a demigod,” he teases, crossing his arms. 

you’re drawn to his muscles, flexing against his tee and you’re temporarily left speechless. he’s just so hot, you think. 

“gods i hope my mom answers my prayers,” you blurt out. 

“about what?” 

“us getting married. i really want to. i think…if we were in vegas, i’d drag you down to the chapel,” you reply. 

luke’s mouth drops open in shock, “you think about marrying me?”

“nonstop,” you answer, finally climbing onto the counter. 

he stands there for a minute, unsure of what to say or do. all he knows is that he thinks about getting married to you too. he envisions you, regal as ever, like the true daughter of the queen of the gods, walking towards him down an aisle. it’d be small. you, him, and a handful of close friends, but every single part of it would be meaningful. 

“let’s get you ready for bed,” he says, changing the conversation. 

“okay!” 

it takes him much longer than usual to get you through your bedtime routine, but he doesn’t mind if you don’t. and, you seem pretty content right now. you’re smiling and giggling, making goofy faces at him in the mirror with toothpaste smeared on your chin and a fluffy headband keeping your hair at bay. the whole scene feels oddly domestic, especially when he takes your towel and gently wipes the corners of your mouth. it’s serene. it’s perfect. 

“you’re perfect y’know that?” he asks, looking at you earnestly. 

you flush, turning away from him. 

“stop.”

“‘m not lying! you’re perfect for me,” he whispers, cupping your cheeks. 

you pucker your lips, and luke lays a gentle kiss on them. you burst into giggles, engulfing him in a hug. 

“i want to change. come back to my cabin? please?”

he agrees, following you to the end of the earth. it was an easy request, nothing too extraordinary.

“let me get my pajamas, and then i’ll be right back, okay?” he mumbles, kissing your forehead before leaving you alone with the eternal glow of hera’s flames. 

by the time he gets back, you're standing in one of his tee shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. he’s just wearing a tank top and flannel pants, put he comes up behind you to wrap you in his arms. you away for a minute, dancing to a song only you two can hear. then, you wiggle out of his grasp, climb into bed, and pull the covers up to your chin.

“come lie with me,” you beg, patting the spot next to you.

he wraps you up on his arms, pulling you flush against his chest. once your breaths even out, he sneaks out of the bed, waiting just a second to make sure you don’t wake up. quietly, he pulls the candy out of his pocket — two blue raspberry jolly ranchers.

“please hera, let me marry her. aphrodite, keep her by my side, whatever it takes. please.” 

and for the first time in a long time, luke castellan makes a genuine offering.

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