Melinoë bowed with a hand held to her chest in salute. “It is good to see you,” she greeted, standing upright with a small smile. “How are you faring?”

Melinoë’s mismatched eyes blinked at him. Did he truly mean that? She worried he was promising things he should not. She did not want to upset the Fates—afraid to hope. “Are you certain? What about…” her voice trailed off—amethyst eyes drawing Mel in and distracting her train of thought.

"Do yoυ really тнιnĸ ι aтe тнe ғrυιт υnwιllιngly?" Perѕepнone Goddeѕѕ oғ Ѕprιngтιмe Qυeen oғ тнe Underworld ~ 21+ #SmutlessRP ~ #GreekMythos ~ MV/Selectively MS Penned by #Scripturient

“Well if it is dependent on that, then I insist,” Mel chuckled. She stood up and motioned for Nemesis to follow—leading the way past the Fated List, the large cauldron, and down towards the secluded hot springs. “Ready to relax?” she asked, disrobing.

Her hands come to hold his face as they kiss, body magnetically drawn towards his now that permission was given. She pressed close to Moros, deepening the kiss with urgency. Doom was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. “Lord Moros,” she murmured, their lips breaking apart for just a moment.

Melinoë, the witch goddess who has trained her entire life to kill a Titan, felt so delicate compared to Moros. The difference in their sizes made her grateful for Moros’ gentleness. “Lord Moros,” she muttered, mismatched gaze flickering to his lips. “Please kiss me.”

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She was taken aback by the shift in their positioning—seeing Moros up close like that was an entirely new sort of beautiful. Aphrodite must favor him. Her cheeks were now hot enough to rival Hestia’s flames. Mel licked her lips watching Doom himself confess such things. Was this a dream? +

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“𝘽𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣!”

The goddess fished out another item from her satchel—a triangular bottle filled with bath salts and a purple bow on top. “It would be a waste to use these on just myself,” she offered, holding them out towards Nemesis. “You deserve to take off that heavy armor and relax, too.”

Melinoë’s mouth opened in shock at his clarification question. “No!” she gasped. “I do not fear you at all, Lord Moros.” The goddess leaned forward, her other hand coming to rest on his that held her’s—earnest and focused. “Because it feels unfair to even ask that of you. Because I fear +

Melinoë gulped down the rest of her glass in one big go, setting it down with a thud. She remembered Hecate once referring to the drink as ‘liquid courage’. “And while you’re waiting for my call, you can try to sneak away when Headmistress’ wandering gaze permits.” She drummed her fingers +

Her words get caught in her throat in tandem with Moros grabbing her hand. She stared back—matching his intensity but also blushing furiously under it. “Lord Moros, I think I know better than to ask Doom Incarnate to—“ she cut herself off, apprehensive to admit it. “—To care for me intimately.”

Another chuckle left the goddess as she listened to Nemesis talk. The ambrosia was to blame for the flush on the witch’s cheeks now. Or she would try to blame it on such if asked. “Of course, Nem. I know I can count on you. And for that, I will forever be grateful.”

The goddess waves a hand dismissively. “I was only teasing,” she admits, hoping to relieve any awkwardness Moros may feel. Perhaps she is misreading his cues, but Melinoë never wants to put him in a bad position. Doom likely has no time for such things, she sadly realizes. “Don’t mind me.”

The sweet taste of ambrosia bloomed on her tongue. Melinoë hummed in appreciation of the drink. She laughed at Nemesis’ flirtatious challenge, shaking her head. “I don’t intend on letting up any time soon. If anything, I only hope to provide even further motivation.”

She stands up straighter as Moros speaks. The weight of her destiny is heavy upon her shoulders. Sometimes it feels like too much to bear, but she dare not complain. It is the least she can do for her family. “I am special to you, Lord Moros?” Mel asks, voice lighter than how she feels inside. +

Melinoë knows that softer, more playful, moments like this are rare. She does not take it for granted. “Perhaps I could talk to the Headmistress. Persuade her to let you help me directly. You are so valuable, Nem.”

“Sounds like something I should be very worried about.”

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“It is not biased to thank you for the way you watch over me,” Mel argues. “Especially whenever I take the engraved pin you gave me. I can hear you counting when it activates.” Her normally pallid cheeks start to flush red. “You do not owe me any assistance at all.”

@retributionserved.bsky.social “Moonlight guide you, Nem.”

Lord Moros, it may not be wise to taunt Retribution. (＞﹏＜)

“Oh yes, you know me! Famously terrible with numbers,” Mel jokes along. Her mismatched eyes glimmer mischievously. “Besides, it is fun getting to see all of your training in actual action.”

Mel glances down at her glowing orange feet as she considers the weight of Doom’s words. Almost nightly Melinoë met her own doom due to Chronos’ schemes. And yet she had come to look forward to running into Doom before returning to the Crossroads each night. “And for all of that I am +

“What secrets are you keeping, Nem?” (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Melinoë eagerly plopped down at one of the many long tables within the taverna itself. She popped open the ambrosia bottle and poured each of them a serving into two chalices that sat on the tabletop for use. “You have felled many enemies, have you not? That is reason enough for a drink!”

The goddess crosses her arms behind her back, rocking on the heels of her feet as they continue to converse. It was nice to bask in Doom’s attention, a strange thing to admit. “I think that when you say things like the Fated are always favorable to me—you are at the least being too generous.”

Mel quirks an eyebrow. “Something happened, didn’t it?“ she inquires, knowing the answer already. Headmistress Hecate was prone to giving lectures. Melinoë knew that from firsthand experience. “I do appreciate it, when I run into you out there.”

Melinoë perked up at the mention of ambrosia. She immediately rummaged through the satchel around her waist, eventually producing a glimmering fresh bottle of the aforementioned liquid. “Speaking of Nemesis, would you care to split this bottle with me at the taverna? I think we’ve both earned it.”

“Oh come on, Nem. I have been running into you more frequently when I’m delving into the Underworld,” Mel points out. She tilts her head while watching the woman curiously. “Surely you’re slipping away more often?”

Mel blinks, eyes a bit wider for the briefest of moments, taken aback by Moros’ humor. She shakes her head, chuckling again. “That is a good question, Lord Moros. Dare I say it depends on the conversation.”

Melinoë bounded up to Nemesis—freshly returned from a failed attempt on Mount Olympus this last night. She bowed, holding her hand to her chest with the customary salute. “Moonlight guide you, Nemesis! How are you doing?” Mel greeted, standing upright.

She chuckles, mismatched eyes gazing up at him with curiosity. He had a way of saying the most mysteriously profound things. “Oh, I think you might be a bit biased, saying such things,” Melinoë counters.

|𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫|𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫|𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭|𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬|𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧|𝐍𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝| 𓍝𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐦𝐬 𓍝𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𓍝𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝟐 𓍝𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖 𓍝𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𓍝𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𓍝𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 Rose 𓍝𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐃𝐍𝐈 #MVRP | #BlueskyRP | #HadesRP

◇ NEMESIS ◇ Retribution Incarnate • Multiship / Multiverse Ships with Melinoë Ships with Chem • Lesbian Muse • Novel Style » Go on, that task of yours isn't going to complete itself. «

"Lord Moros!" Mel greets, bowing with her hand held to her chest in a customary salute. As she stands upright, she speaks again: "And I hope you are right about that."

Moonlight guide you all.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘺-𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭." ~~~~~~ --- ~~~~~~ Doom Incarnate, Moros

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