[P] half-gods

[Antiope]

the ending won't be forgotten
it's written in the stars and the hieroglyphs

Antiope smiles when he speaks of them being destined to lead the wrong courts. Although she can hear the jest in his voice, the Denoctian Sovereign feels it in her heart (and, looking in Orestes’ eyes, thinks he feels the same) that the only place for her is right where she is at. There is much still left to be done for her people, to bring them out of the shadows, to guide them into a greater future. She wants to be there for all of it.

His question is unexpected and hits her quick and clean, like a spear to the ribs. An old, familiar feeling. “I had a daughter,” the familiar taste of bitterness coats Antiope’s tongue as she says it, the familiar taste of loss. She pushes them down, down, down. The sun is strong and bright on her back and there are new futures awaiting her out here.

She follows him just a beat behind as he moves toward a vendor. The heat does not bother her, though it is drier than she is used to. A welcome change, to be truthful. When Orestes returns, Antiope gracefully sips from the second glass, eyes sparkling over the edge of it. “I agree, Orestes,” she responds, as the pair continue to share in companionship and drink, deep into the day, with the sun shining down upon them.

"Speaking."

I just want to get a closed thread out of this don't mind me

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