Butler is basically the most emotionally healthy character in af?? He’s constantly narrating how he needs to process his emotions in situations and how his bonds with his friends affect him. Meanwhile there’s also artemis “if I throw myself into work and toil to the point of physical exhaustion I can avoid thinking abt my problems” fowl and holly “I use violence and morbid humour to avoid deepening my friendships with anyone and risking loosing another person who is dear to me” short?
“There were so many examples of me being sick. Having pretty much a fever but still sitting in the locker room trying to convince myself that I’m a Spartan warrior. Thinking about other soldiers in the Spartan army and how hard they were fighting. Then me, I wasn’t able to just play a game.”
When she is 5, she hears the word for the first time.Love.
She’s still young, a child with two sisters who are playing in her mother’s fields.
“Love is all Aphrodite talks about.” Artemis says, mouth scrunched into a frown. “Such a nonsensical concept.” Athena says stretching beside her, “If I could be tempted to it, it would be for someone whose mind challenges my own, a storm in wit and in battles of war.”
Persephone tilts her head back, letting the sun brush gently down from her face to her toes.
“I’d do it for someone who has a hint of light in a mile of dark. Someone who is as cruel as he is just.”
Athena looks to Artemis and laughs lightly.
“Why you’ve described Death himself, gentle in his touch and cruel in his actions.”
Athena smiles and pats her head. “What a silly notion you have that death would fall in love with life.”
She’s 16, the first time she feels it.Love.
Hermes is lying beside her, long fingers that glide in circles at her shoulders. “You want so much.” He whispers. She nods. “I’m so hungry.” She leans in closer, “I could take bites out of the world, and I don’t think it would be enough.”
Hermes places light kisses down her neck. “You’ll have it. You’re going to have it all.”
She’s 20, the first time she notices his eyes on her.Love.
She doesn’t know why her gaze can’t be torn away from him. So odd. He seems as at home in the sun’s embrace as he does in the shadows he came from.
He beckons near her. Every step is power. Raw. Old. He’s seen the dawn and fall of many a world.
He can feel it, her lust for the smoke at his fingertips. Sweet little daisy crowned girl Goddess, they’ve underestimated you.
She’s two millennium old when she has it. Love.
“They’re going to write stories about us.” She says against his lips.
“Good. Let them know you weren’t just my wife. Let them know you were my Queen.”
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But how does it work?” Nico asked. “I thought the sun was a big fiery ball of gas!”
Apollo chuckled and ruffled Nico’s hair. “That rumor probably got started because Artemis used to call me a big fiery ball of gas.
Nico had never been one to care about appearances much. He never paid attention to fashion or hair, he didn’t pay attention to makeup or figure. He always just accepted people for the way they are so why shouldn’t they do the same for him? For most people, including him, is that another person had said something to them or made a comment on how they look. In this case, it was something that was said to you about him. It was June 1st, the day that marked yours and Nico’s one year anniversary together and he was going to be a gentleman about it and give you flowers, it’s probably something he picked up from hanging around Hazel. He was only just walking up to the stables to give them to you to distract you from the overwhelming smell of horse poo when he overheard one Artemis’ huntress’ talking bad about him to you and trying to convince you to join the hunters and leave him… just like his sister did… “ I honestly don’t get why you need this boy, Y/n, you are a strong independent being of your own will. Think about it, if you become one of us you won’t have to worry about boys harassing you for anything. Boys are flawed beings, they have acne, their voice gets all squeaky, they get horrific thoughts, they’re rude. ” About around that tie Nico had heard enough of the huntress’ bad talk and decided to return to his cabin and lie in his bed. You defended all boys, of course, but it was a short while after Nico left before you got a word in. “ I appreciate the girl power talk you gave, but I’m dating a really sweet guy right now and I have a lot of friends who are guys too and I don’t like that you’re talking about people when they’re not here to defend themselves. I don’t know why you became a huntress and I don’t care how but I don’t believe in your views on life and I hope you can respect that we have different outlooks. ” I’m sure anyone could imagine that the girl was pissed off by the look she gave you before stalking off. You quickly began to finish your chores at the Stables so that you can go surprise Nico with his gift you made him in arts and crafts. The gift way actually a small necklace that had your favorite love quote on it, “ I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. ” Meanwhile Nico was in his cabin lying in his bunk with his face pressed into the dark pillow and his body encased in a sheet of black that blocked out any light emitting from the green torches that were Greek fire. He tossed and twisted the bed sheets until they were nothing more than a pile at the end of his bed. Determined to prove the huntress wrong; he hurried over to the bathroom and leaned in close to the mirror to spot any acne and sure enough there were little red bumps appearing on the hairline of his forehead. He groaned and started picking at it with his finger since he obviously had no idea what he was doing and only making the pimple and skin around it a bright red. The now festered pimple was spilling out a mixture of blood and oil, but the reason for blood being because he picked and scratched instead of the proper execution. He winced from the sensitive skin being struck so many times in order to get rid of it all, but he can’t have acne because he needs Y/n around. He wants her around. A small knock echoed loudly through the cabin and back to the bathroom where he stood; fear coursing his body as he recognized the knock on his cabin door, “ Hello? Nico are you here? Today’s a big day so get up! ” Your cheerful voice sounded close once he heard the door open and shut slowly. Nico hurriedly washed his face and scrubbed roughly at the popped pimple, desperately wishing it would go away in under a minute.
“Nico? What are you doing? ” Your voice sounded right next to him and he jumped back in surprise, hands flying to his face to cover the mark. You raised an eyebrow at him and placed your hands on his arms in effort to push them away from his face.
Instead of facing the situation; he darted past you and out through the doorway, flinging himself on the bed and tossing the covers over himself once more today.
“What the actual Hades? Why are you hiding from me?” You said while fast walking over to his bed and sitting down on it, the creaky springs squealing slightly and the mattress tilting down from the new weight. You slid your fingers through the uncovered patch of long ebony hair that stuck out wildly in an attempt to coax him to look at you. “I can’t help you if you won’t show me what’s wrong, ” you whispered quietly.
Nico sat up with teary eyes and the black blankets still wrapped around him tightly. Tear tracks followed the outline of his jaw and his dark midnight blue-black eyes were red and puffy only slightly. “I’m sorry,” his hoarse voice made a shaky apology.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, why is he crying? “ Nico, why are you crying? Did something happen? ” You said timidly while reaching out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.
He stared at you with a sorrowful look of anxiety painting every crevasse of his face, but he didn’t answer. Instead of an answer he gave a whimper and a muffled sob, his hand flying up to cover his face only made it cover your hand instead. His teary eyes scaled and climbed up your body until they reached your face, the words tumbling out before he could stop them, “ Why do you love me? ”
You were taken back by his sudden question. “ What do you mean ’ why do I love you?’ how can I not love you? ”
He shook his head and let out a quiet “No” before sniffling again. “ Why do you love me, Y/n? I’m always gone, My voice goes in and out when I speak, and I have pimples all over my face! ” His quiet voice got gradually louder as he listed off reasons, which were a bit exaggerated if I do say myself.
You blinked multiple times in thought of his reasons but smiled in victory once you put a sentence or two together in your head. “ I love you so much, Nico, that when you’re gone I feel like you’re right next to me whispering sweet things in my ear just like you always do whenever you are here. I love your voice and how it squeaks and fades when you talk, it shows that you’re becoming a young man and I love how it squeaks whenever you talk excitedly about something Mrs. O'Leary did. You do nothave pimples all over your face and it just so happens that I love each and every one of them. ”
A small smile crept up on his lips at your words, “ Really? Each pimple? But they’re so unattractive! ”
You shook your head with a grin on your lips in the happiest way possible, “ I love your pimples, they remind me that you aren’t a god sent here to break teenage girls hearts. ”
He laughed lightly and leaned in to kiss your cheek, lovingly. “ Thank you, Y/n, now we can be the most beautiful couple in camp together. Screw Percabeth because (Ship name) is the new thing. ”
** IT’S DONE! Don’t hate me for being AWOL again, I’ve got 4 tests this week and I have exams coming up. I’m having to study all day and write whenever it’s possible. I’ll update as soon as I can next time, have a wonderful day, love!**
In which they deny each other’s existence but are actual bff’s
(I feel like Arty wouldn’t ever use common language like “Hey” but it might be petty revenge because she flew in through his window in the first place. Also she’d totally ask him for decoration/styling opinions)