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Dear Frank, Thank you for coming up with that vow and reciting it three times. It makes me feel so much better knowing that you have made a promise to me that you won’t needlessly endanger yourself. I’m also grateful you’ve promised me to not self-sacrifice, because that means I don’t need to...

Dear Frank, I would like to start off this letter with an apology and an explanation that I was… Very upset. I’ve thought it through and although I still disagree with your quest completely, I’m no longer so angry that you abandoned me. Though, yeah, I still am, a little, because that sucks. A...

alba fairney. Oh. The stranger was being nice and kind and attentive and oh man Alba was too tired to even pay attention to what was really happening. His name, actually spoken, for the first time in several days. Those lingering fingers in his hair sent a shiver down his spine that made him...

My dearest fucking idiot, If I was not banned from leaving my house by my parents, and if I wasn’t frail and weak and dying, and if you were even still here, I’d come after you and attack you. However, since I can do absolutely none of that, allow me to say: I’M PISSED, FRANK. Why. Why. Why...

1x1 between @MisaMai and @smolfluffball

alba fairney. The stranger’s sniffle was enough to pull Alba’s attention away from the books he was staring at. He sounded… strange. Slightly remorseful, perhaps? For pushing him into the puddle? Or because he was feeling some other effects of the curse? There was something heavy in his...

Why would Egan not leave him alone? What propelled him to keep being annoying and ridiculous? They didn’t get along with each other. Egan did not like him. They never talked to each other before Captain Gregorios had called them in. What had happened that made Egan feel like he did not want to...

He was not leaving, which was rather annoying. Castor listened as he talked and wanted to protest various topics that Egan brought up. He was not interested in befriending his reflection. That was an idea he felt very strange about. He was not going to catch a cold. Multiple years of sleeping...

Ah. He hadn’t heard him earlier in the day. He must have tried to tell him about repairing the railing outside of his door, when Castor had been preoccupied with reminiscing. Castor doubted that Captain Gregorios would assume they got into a fight, since it would be very strange for a fight to...

After much consideration and a surprise from Poseidon, Castor felt slightly better about how the day had gone. A good mood, no matter how small, Hermes would say, should not be wasted. Castor, if he was back home, would sneak into Ares' room, if he was away, and find an interesting scroll to...

He didn’t hear Egan get up from the bed and walk to the door. With a contained sigh, he glanced back at Hephaestus’ pupil and saw him doing something completely moronic. Castor quickly went over to the other boy and grabbed his wrist to stop him from trying to put his nose in place by himself...

Muscleman. Another name that was bizarre, but not as bizarre as the former meathead. At least this name made sense to Castor. He didn’t comment on it and went over to his bag. He had no idea what he could say to Egan anymore. He wanted to say something, anything, about the fact that he was...

He hesitated. Castor saw Egan freeze. Because of him. Again. Again. Again. He made someone scared of him again. He made someone not want to approach him again. He made a human fear him again. He ruined everything with a single action again. He was scary and terrifying once more. He was...

This was entirely asinine. “Fuck you,” Castor mumbled. “What was that?” Captain Gregorios asked, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, I’m forgetting my manners.” Castor cleared his throat. “Fuck you, sir.” “Excuse me?” “No, I don’t think I will, sir.” Castor had listened to Captain Gregorios berate...

Were he and Egan truly destined to hate each other because of their mentors? What a peculiar thought. Castor didn’t agree with it. He did not base all of his relationships off of Ares’ relationships. He created his own opinions about the people around him. Egan’s wink at him was confusing and...

The bread was a touch stale when Castor bit into it. He listened to his reflection’s questions but decided responding would be too difficult to do when he kept speaking and speaking. He could practice answering in his head, though, as Ares had told him to do, if he needed to. “Learning under...

Meathead? Castor eyed Egan. What in Olympus did that mean? Was it a word that humans used in human society? How could meat have a head, unless it was a whole fish or some other whole animal carcass? Or was it, potentially, something offensive? How was it meant to offend? Meat was inoffensive...

Ares was going to be unhappy with this development. The soldiers around him talked about whatever. They were warm bodies around him, pressed too closely to him. They infected the air he had to inhale. They were mouth breathers who didn’t understand that he didn’t care about anything they talked...

A 1x1 between AreSneksSly and smolfluffball. In which the chosen hero learns that everything he's trained for is for naught. And an inventor discovers his destiny is greater than what he ever thought it'd be.

alba fairney. The hand on his back was the only warning he got before he was sent stumbling then tumbling to the flooded ground. He held his hands out to catch himself but splashed down into the water on all fours, sputtering. His knees landed hard on the brick under the water and he felt...