/ I'd like to get Artemis some Huntresses tbh.

Sᴀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ? ▵ Daughter of Khione. ▵ Ships with chemistry. ▵ RT?

— Dᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɪʟʟ, sᴏ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ.

Nudges Lord Apollo. with the blunt end of an arrow.

Shots Lord Apollo. a scowl, a huff eliciting from her plumb margins as she bends down to retrieve the second half. "Why must you be —

[Lord Apollo.] — so immature?"

— Rᴀɪsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴀʟᴏ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛs.

[Lord Apollo.] "I hardly see the appeal, dear brother. There are many ways to have fun without stooping to such childish levels."

"Caden is my favourite nephew."

"Nephew, my dear. You are my niece." x.com/blitheaura/sta…

"Don't worry, Kiley dear. We all make mistakes from time to time." x.com/blitheaura/sta…

[@BlitheAura] "I feel as if it's impossible to have a favourite niece. You are all so delightful in your own ways," he began, her —

[@BlitheAura] — own pale osculates pulling into a dazzling smile. "However, if you vow to remain chaste forever and join my hunt, you —

[@BlitheAura] — definitely become a top contender for the favourite niece position." She flashes her a mischievous wink.

Her dainty features slacked, verdant optics reciprocating @BlitheAura's owlish blink as her cranium lulled sideways, sending —

[@BlitheAura] — shinning tresses of flaxen hair cascading down her shoulder like a waterfall. Angling her cranium into the correct —

[@BlitheAura] — position, she emanated a breath of air. "My dear, do you not understand? I am inquiring of you to join my hunt. I was —

[@BlitheAura] — merely making a joke. However, the offer stands."

"Where have my dearest huntresses wandered off to this time?"