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She left Troy with a murmured invitation to Hermes, the cherub that was Anteros' held close against her chest. It had been so long since any of her children were small like this, vulnerable as only a child can be... so long since she couldtake care of them up close and personal. Mother and child relocated to a forgotten temple on an abandoned greek ( Read more... ) -
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Merry Merry, and all that... whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope it's good ( Read more... ) -
As if there was a doubt...
I am the Siren
A man is often secretly oppressed by the role he has to play - by always having to be responsible, in control, and rational. The Siren is the ultimate male fantasy figure because she offers a total release form the limitations of his life. In her presence, which is always heightened and sexually charged, the male feels transported ( Read more... ) -
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She felt the birth of her newest grandchilde with ease.... such a new, pure love for something so close to one of her children couldn't go unnoticed. She also knew well enough the joy of those first few days, basking in the presnse of a new baby cherub... and didn't want to disturb them any. However, ther was one she could share this with... And ( Read more... ) -
OOC
For those unaware:
I invite you all to take a look at a_time_long_ago and it's OOC counterpart, atla_OOCThis is something new, just starting, still sort of in concept... the idea being taking it back old school. We're skewing with some of the time lines, a bit. Rome's been built. there are some Heros still. Monsters, still. Gods are worships, still petty selfish things ( Read more... ) -
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She had left Hermes, sure he'd be mending properly now, after a little TLC from a friend. She felt bad of course - She wasn't the root of his illness at all, but she hadn't made things better either, And she admitted that maybe, this once, her timing had been off. Still... She loved both of them, and was getting rather fed up witrh all the freaky ( Read more... )
