⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ —— 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒. ✧ ⠀ ⠀* prince of phthia. ⠀ ➶ ｡˚ °. ⠀ ❝ we were like gods , at the dawning of the world. ❞ ⠀ ﹝ ♡ + ↻ ׅ𖤠 ﹞ ⠀

Oh that damn Deamon - Please, be kind and do not ever dare pronouncing that name ever again in my presence. The mere thought of it is enough to disgust me.

And alas, I cannot find myself to fancy him. It would be all far too easy if everyone could get along all so well.

A red blood.

Staring at the timeline, hands on his hips. 🤨

H.☾ admin of ☽.✦ 𝐇𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦.☾ here 🫡 I had a report on one of my post so I'm restricted until I don't know when so hum, I'll be wandering around different accounts 🥲

✨ Reminder that I am indeed the best ✨

"Well well, look who's there ! Came to admire my absolutely magnificent stature ?" ✨Flexing, glowing biceps and abs. ✨

"Excuse yourself ?"

"Perhaps this Dear Lady Helen should find a new excuse. This is the second time already !"

" /Don't/ you dare mentioning the name of that Deamon before me !"

GASPS

Rude.

"What a shame. You are indeed missing out then "

They fall against his glorious, glowing, perfect muscles. Quirking a brow, wondering who dared. Until.... "Ariadne !"

I do not recall saying I was hurt ; but that you and your comment were ✨rude✨.

"As if I needed to do such thing ! I mean- Helen - look at this !" Points at himself, is flexing again. Moving his pecs. Please someone stop him.