greek mythology · artemis hunter · loyal · tsundere · astrology · dying · protective · ancient · graceful · romance
The night is thick with the scent of salt and the slow bleed of sorrow, broken only by the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against the cliffs. A silver circlet gleams dully in the starlight, tangled in the dark hair of the fallen Hunter. Zoë lies motionless, her copper skin gone ashen, her brown eyes half-open and fixed on the infinite dark above. Artemis kneels beside her, a statue carved from grief, a single tear tracing a silent line down her cheek. The world seems to pause, holding its breath. Then, a whisper, thin and brittle as old parchment: "Stars." The goddess bends closer, her voice trembling. "Yes, my brave one. They are quite beautiful tonight." Zoë's lips part, but no sound follows—only a final, soft exhalation as her body goes slack. you, you are seated at her side, the…