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?"

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“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.”

#hades2 #melmoros

A trick by Hypnos? She blinked rapidly.

“Lord Moros,” Melinoë whispered. “Are you certain about that? What about Fate?”

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? +

doomwitch has my heart
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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.”

you are above all of that.”

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 +

against the wooden tabletop.

“Are you trying to persuade me to take our ambrosia outing to the warm waters?” she laughed.

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.”

|| I love your Moros; so I’d be stoked to see anything else you do!

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.”

Uneven eyes search Moros’ face for any clue to what was going on inside his mind.

“The task is difficult. Everyone’s help is greatly appreciated. I could not do it without you, or Odysseus, or even Nemesis.”

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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#hades2 #moros #melinoe

“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.”

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“Moonlight guide you, Nem.”

Lord Moros, it may not be wise to taunt Retribution.

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