"Hunting? Really? You did not have a better lie?""It got us out of her grasp, did it not?""And under the sun! I already have the most beautiful skin one can behold, I see no reason for you to make it darker."Leonidas ignored the rich voice of his best friend as he steadied his horse, moving further away from the castle, and possibly, her.When he was at the edge of a cliff, looking down a valley that had shade and a sort of lake around it, he said, "There. We can go there and rest till she tires and goes away.""How long do you think it would take before she tires?" Loukas asked with a glare in his eyes. "I doubt you fathom the whole idea of that woman. She plans to bond and chain you. You shall not escape the same valley between her legs -.""Thank you, brother." Leonidas cut in as quickly as he could as he stared down, the shades from the tree willowing and dancing as the tree moved with the breeze.It called him.He just knew he had to rest there."Leo." Loukas whined, his green

"What was that about?" She was not properly listening, not paying attention because she had something else on her mind. Something white, and innocent, and pure, and everything that made her little demons jump and squeal in delight. "Persephone." She paused now, turning her horse around to look at her friend, or was it companion? No, he was more of the sanity lid to her little pandora box of destruction. "Hmm?" "Why did you cut me off that way?" Achilles asked. Ah, male pride. Persephone let out a small chuckle, turning her horse around as she said in a slightly soft and sing-song voice. "Because I can." "That is not what I meant." "What do you want to hear, my dear?" She asked, her voice low and more of a purr than actual words. "That I wanted to shame you infront of your other stick-between-my-le

Lenidas stared at his reflection, the now very obvious purple bruise glaring at him, his breath hitching in his throat as he stared. His hands let the turtleneck sweater slip back to his neck, covering his little art, though a part of him wondered why he was even hiding it. Because it is disgusting, because normal people don't hurt themselves, because we are trying to hide that tattoo on your back. He sighed, staring at his hair that had been gelled back before the door to his room opened and he turned, seeing his friend who had his hair brushed in a perfect wave form, a purple silk chiton, a gold leaf crown and gold glitters on his eyelids with his gold choker and rings glistening under the light in his room. "You are not allowed to be sad today, I have put all the energy I have to make this work. ALL OF IT." Leonidas gave a weak smile in return. "Is it too late to say that I am grateful?"&n

Somehow, Leonidas could tell what she meant.    She did not just mean on the water, but for everything else, it was a test.    A test of trust.    Follow me wherever I go, let go with me.    He got closer and when he was close enough, she said, "Take off your shoes, they do not like it, and the jacket and sweater, it is a bit hot here."    He did not know what 'they' meant, but he obeyed, ignoring the thought that he had never been seen shirtless by anyone except Loukas in years and did as she asked.    When he stood, and reached out for her hands, electricity jolted through his skin and he felt numb until she pulled him in.

Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words. The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him. Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him. Of course, he can flaunt his body and abs while I cannot for fear for losing my own head. As he saw the male stop and the needle being lifted off Loukas' skin, he felt himself heave a sigh of relief, the turmoil in his head taking a break. Loukas sighed, standing up and flexing his shoulder, the new phoenix bird tattoo on his back very wide a