Artemis (dianartemis) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-03-30 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | artemis, oliver hunt |
Happiness does not come from doing easy work...
Their small break had been necessary to settle Artemis's heart and soul as much as they would be, under the current circumstances. The anger and the hurt that fueled it were still there, and would not leave. They were the same that had become constant companions over the years and years, buried under the time that passed but closer to the surface now that she had confronted Apollo, closer than they had ever been safe for the wake of her brother's trickery.
But Orion was finally free of his employment, and she had taken him away from America, away from most of them, and back to the beginning. The island of Chrysi lay just off of the coast of Crete, and at this time of year, the various tourists, beach-goers and divers were few and far between. More importantly, the forest was old, and if Artemis had to make trips to fetch drinking water on another island, it was a small price to pay for the peace and quiet. She had left her attendants behind, so that it might only be the two of them, and for a few days they had enjoyed each other's company, going hunting in nearby forests, on other islands, exploring Chrysi and standing in the Minoan ruins of a world they had known, and living as simply as they ever had. Orion was a balm on her angry heart, for all that his return was the cause of the chasm that had opened between her twin and her.
A few days were nothing, and yet it was high time, she reflected as she woke that morning, watching him sleep a few feet from her.
So, when he pried himself free from the arms of the Oneiros, she gave him a little time to fully wake, eat, and drink a little water, before she told him, simply, "It is time."