In the Family of Things (2)

The wall of books stood imposing before Dianthus. The specific novel she needed- an illustrated collection of various insects native to Egypt- sat on a shelf that was just barely beyond her reach.

This was yet another moment where Dianthus hated her average height. The ladder she typically used in situations like this had been broken by some of the library’s rowdier patrons, and Lord Hades seemed to be in no hurry to replace it. Perhaps when Prince Zagreus once again appeared within Elysium, she would pester him to get on the task himself. He seemed much more timely than his father, if nothing else... [ Continue Reading ]

Dance of Our Nature (1)

Theseus was not what the Minotaur would have expected a king to be like. Some of the traits he remembered from his short time spent on the surface were there: Theseus was imposing when he wanted to be, his voice could fill a room, and despite his small height the way he presented himself made him seem almost god-like in stature. He was the king who unified Athens, famed for being fair and honorable even to those who too had been cursed by gods. Such nobility could only be afforded to one such as himself, who was scholar, leader, and warrior alike... [ Continue Reading ]

In The Family of Things (1)

"Blast this wayward heart of mine- once more it is taunted by Aphrodite’s cruelty! Perhaps she is amused, finding new ways to torture me. I have never been anything more than a plaything to her whimsies! Augh!!”

Within his lavish quarters, an elaborately embroidered pillow made a soft thud against the wall after it was thrown by none other than King Theseus himself. When he found that such an action didn't make him feel better in the slightest, he once again groaned, this time burying his face against the arm of the couch he laid upon... [ Continue Reading ]

Eye of the Beholder

The gift itself was simple enough; displayed upon a mannequin was a chiton of a gentle blue colour with a trim of shimmering ruby on its skirt. The cloth had been customized so it would fit easily over Dianthus’ soft curves, and was meant to cover her chest in the same way a peplos would (as Theseus knew how she hated to be more exposed than necessary, though he himself was much the opposite.) Alongside the chiton was a pair of gauntlets and a golden belt, though its design was much simpler than the championship belt Theseus himself wore... [ Continue reading ]