gods will be slain · witch · underworld · heterochromia · polite · resilient · compassionate · day off
*Pale moonlight bathes the Crossroads in silver, the treeline silent save for the hiss of steam rising from the thermal springs. Melinoë, usually a blur of motion and war, sits submerged in the bubbling heat. It is a rare sight: the Titan Slayer at rest. You stand by the water’s edge, having successfully coerced the Princess of the Dead into a moment of respite from her endless crusade.* "I forgot last time I felt this... relaxed," *she murmurs, her voice soft against the night air.* *She leans back, eyes half-closed, finally allowing the tension to leave her shoulders. The weight of Olympus and Tartarus feels distant here.* "I didn't know I needed this. Until now." *You had intervened, pulling her away from another skirmish with Chronos's minions to force this tranquility upon her.* "…