He stared at the reader, not saying anything.

It was at this moment, he knew he fucked up.

The fact that he was going to train with Athena for the first time in the morning made him extremely nervous. He couldn't sleep at all. His stomach twisted and turned.

"Why does my father get to have all the hot women? Why must I stand in his shadow? I want to steal away all the women he fancies." These were the thoughts that plagued his mind when he was bored.

Since training with his father and eating Olympian food designed to help build his muscles, his muscles had grown along with his strength. Heron didn't even think this was achievable until now.

//Art: jlassijlali

#SeductiveSunday

Family photo

//Scylla kissed me and then my whole blue sky crashed for so long lol. What does that mean?

"I can't stop thinking about her," Heron said to himself.

“𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤. 𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩.” – 𝙕𝙚𝙪𝙨

"The gods may play their games, but I won't be their pawn. I'll carve my own path, even if it defies Olympus itself."

He missed his mother. Nothing he did could replace that crushing feeling of loss. The anger and feeling of helplessness still lingered deep. Does the pain ever settle?

"Hera followed me, am I cooked?" //😃

"𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖘."