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Post by Anteros on Mar 19, 2012 3:34:43 GMT
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[atrb=width,400] don't worry, my dear. My butterfly nectar will soothe you The God of Requited Love sighed as he drank some butterfly nectar. It occurred to the God that he may have interfered in mortal affairs but he didn’t care. He didn’t want his precious children getting hurt or worse, killed. His half-sister, Silena had been in the Titan War, posing as his other half-sister, Clarisse when she wouldn’t help the demigod camp in the war. Terrible business when Silena died. His mother hadn’t been too happy when her daughter had died. Indeed to have a relative die is terrible, but life goes on, and when you’re a god demigods and mortals dying doesn’t have such an impact as when you’re a demigod or a mortal. Anteros mused that it was high time he met his youngest demigod daughter. He had met Lyra and had warned her of an unknown impending danger, which he knew was the right thing to do.
Unfortunately, the God of Requited Love couldn’t just arrive at the Demigod Camp. Lord Zeus had closed off Olympus and banned the Gods from speaking to their demigod children, though a few of the Gods had disobeyed his law, such as when his mother dearest had spoken to his sister, Piper, and helped her through a dream. Another example of this was when Hephaestus had spoken to his son through a dream radio of his. Of course! He was being...well, blonde! Had he not spoken to his oldest daughter, Lyra James, through a dream? Of course he had! So, like he had done with Lyra, Anteros’s mind went into the mortal realm and then weaved through Camp Half-Blood to where his cabin was and mentally nudged little Alysinia De’Domenico within her dreams to go to where a park was, filled with many butterflies and a table with cookies and butterfly nectar.
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Post by Alysinia De’Domenico on Mar 19, 2012 4:07:20 GMT
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Alysinia sighed as she sat in her room, wearing a long white dress with pink roses dancing on the bottom of it, as she was writing in her journal with her head down on her pillow as she yawned softly, her Dove was curled up on the foot of her bed sleeping as she closed the journal and placed it under her pillow before pulling a cover over her and curling up in a ball slowly starting to fall asleep. Aly felt sometime nudge her as she went from starting to dream about the accident to some field, with many butterfly's, Aly was dreaming in her ten year old body as she began to chase them around and around laughing until she tumbled over, and fell face first into the ground before she was in her fourteen year old body her current one.
Alysinia sighed as she watched them fly around her then stood up only to fall back over as she got a bit angry, her aqua blue eyes changed to brown quickly, as she grumbled a bit and blew some of her soft long pure blond hair from her face. Aly rolled her eyes a bit as she then stood up and wandered around a bit, avoiding the table and cookies as she blinked. "Where am I?"
Aly then stopped as she put her fingers on her lips thinking as she looked around for ehr Dove, and frowned." What happened To being With Mum, and Brother.. How did I get here.." she asked softer as she wandered a bit more before stopping and looking at the table as she walked up to it curiously as she blinked, wondering what it all was. She sighed as she then looked around again" Hello? anyone there?" she asked softly as she started to back up from the table looking ready to cry, she was scared now, she wondered if it was reality or a Dream? Would she be killed like Mum, and Brother?
Alysina began to panic as she stumbled backwards falling over as her bottom lip quivered and she looked around hitting some butterfly away from her before hiding her face in her knees ready to start balling her eyes out.
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Post by Anteros on Mar 19, 2012 5:13:33 GMT
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[atrb=width,400] don't worry, my dear. My butterfly nectar will soothe you The God of Requited Love watched his youngest daughter. She was different from Lyra, that was certain. Then again, Lyra was older than Alysinia. He frowned when she began to actually cry. Yes, definitely unlike her sister. He gathered himself up and wore his usual traditional Greek garments, which were blue in colour. He appeared seemingly our of nowhere, followed by a multitude of different coloured butterflies. He went to the balling girl and said in a soothing tone, “Hey, what’s all this blubbering for, eh? It’s ok, sweetheart, Daddy’s here. Shh, shh, there now.” Anteros hoped she wouldn’t start freaking out and yelling at him.
The butteflies fluttered around lazily, some landing on benches, others landing on tree branches and trunks. He parked his bottom next to his daughter, and waited for her to stop crying. He then snapped his fingers and the plate of cookies and the mug of butterfly nectar floated to the blonde girl, and stayed in the air. Anteros disliked seeing his children cry, it made him feel like being a God was a bad thing sometimes. He teleported to a chair that just magically appeared and looked to his daughter. Another chair appeared the other side of the table and gestured to it with a warm smile.
“Come now, Alysinia. We have much to discuss and so very little time. If Zeus finds out I'm even talking with you...well, the consequences are simply too ghastly to bear thought. Now, how are you finding it at Camp Half-Blood, dear?” said Anteros. He treated Alysinia a little differently to how he treated Lyra. Having Aphrodite as a mother allowed the youthful-looking God to have more insight into mortal and demigod emotions, especially when it came to requited love. He sighed as he thought about the poor mortal who had thrown himself from a cliff, after his love had been scorned.
Two butterflies perched on Anteros’s shoulders and he smiled to his daughter once again. She was pretty. Such a tragic with her mother and brother, though. Mortals were so fragile! Poor things! They could be harmed by so many things, it seemed such a shame. He looked to Alysinia. That was a beautiful name. Her mother had done well to name her that. Anteros summoned another mug of butterfly nectar and took a sip.
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Post by Alysinia De’Domenico on Mar 19, 2012 5:42:21 GMT
aly looked up as she sniffles seeing the cookies and mug as she then looked at the blond man his voice was familair when she heard he was her father she flinched expecting a slap across her face. " huh? ... well... like home.. people make fun of me cause of a mark I have and cause when I get mad my eyes turn. brown... though I miss mommy.. and my room I shared with my brother. though I really miss this blanket I had since I was a baby... are you really my dad? mom told me to never ask. each h time I did I got a beating.. though I guess I deserved it.." she spoke very softly as she stood up and her birthmark. was exposed on her. back from her gown cutting low as she walked to the chair and sat. down. " Lyra is bossy... and zeus's daughter can be mean.. I tend to stay alone.. in areas. but I like a boy. his names Jason. "
she then liked Dow. at her lap as she played with her dress not knowing what else to say before she looked up at him " why didn't you take me to the cabin?" she asked softly as she looked at his eyes seeing they are the color of era and his hair the same as she wiped her eyes. " why couldn't I look like mommy.. why didnt I die? " she awed as she was rather courious o. it. Amy sighed the. grabbed a cookie as shelled down jobbing on it before looking up every few seconds.
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Post by Anteros on Mar 19, 2012 18:37:52 GMT
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[atrb=width,400] don't worry, my dear. My butterfly nectar will soothe you Anteros smiled in response to Aly’s question about him being her father. Oh, how he wanted to hold his darling daughter, to hug her and tell her that everything would be fine. However, the life of a God is a very complex and rule-filled thing. Gods were not allowed to interfere in mortal affairs, though a few had broken that rule. Anteros noticed the birth mark when Aly had stood up and came to sit on the opposite chair. That was a very interesting birth mark to have, and having brown eyes when mad was also interesting. He didn’t know many demigods who could change their appearance bar the Aphrodite kids, his half-sisters and brothers.
“Oh, sweetie! Lyra is the Head Counsellor and your sister. She’s only doing her best to take care of you and making sure you stay alive. Don’t worry, she’s not purposely being bossy. Try to bond with her, and as for Thalia, don’t mind her. She probably doesn’t mean it – being the head Huntress of Artemis is pretty demanding, after all. And Alysinia, you’re alive because the Fates deemed it so, my little butterfly, it isn’t your fault,” said Anteros. He hoped she understood it wasn’t her fault. The Fates decide when it’s time to go and the Fates obviously have other plans for her. “The Fates have another destiny in mind for you, it seems, young lady. As for your looks, demigods take on the physical feature of their godly parent. In your case, it’s me.” Anteros sipped some more of the buttefly nectar. He did so love his butterfly nectar. He wished Zeus would allow him to serve his nectar at banquets.
Anteros looked to his youngest daughter and smiled to himself. He was now glad he’d had her. along with Lyra James and Lorcan, they were darling children. He couldn’t remember if he’d sired any more children. He made a mental note to see if he had any more kids and to claim them soon. It was law now, anyway.
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Post by Alysinia De’Domenico on Mar 20, 2012 2:42:04 GMT
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Alysinia shook her head no, "Why? I am fine sitting in my room and writing, or playing with my pet. I really Do not do well around many people, and she pushes at me.. I kinda wanna smack her at times. I think it's because she Misses her Daddy. ", Aly said Daddy like a small child would as she smiled while looking at him." No... Mommy would not have done what she had done, if I wasn;t there.. Though she seemed to love Brother more than me.. if that makes sense at all. I guess I just rather be alone.. Then be teased or bullied from my looks, or a mark I have on my back. Some times I dream I have butterfly wings and cna Fly away. But that hasn't happened in a LOOOO-ong time."
She sighed as she finshed her cookie looking at the cup of butterfly necture wondering what it was as she poked the liquid with her left index finger than looked at Anteros before looking back down at the necture, as she poked it again couriously. She lookedup when she Heard ' My Little Butterfly' Alysinia then truned to look at her back then Anteros as she pulled her dress up in the back tying the straps tighter." I hate that mark.. People make fun of me for it. How can I even be a Butterfly. " she sighed then looked back at the necture poking it once more before she put her finger in her mouth and blinked at the sweetness.
Aly smiled as she then looked back at Ant and giggled " More than Lyra does.. You have my eyes, skin and hair.. shes more golden..and her eyes mroe green.. Though Mommy had blach hair, and dark eyes.." she smiled as she remebered being called albino in school and teased for that as well. she sighed as she leaned back in the chair only for it to touple over as she did a back wards summersalt landing on her stomach before looking back at Anteros and smiling as she was laying in the grass now behind the tipped over chair.
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Post by Anteros on Mar 23, 2012 22:15:27 GMT
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[atrb=width,400] don't worry, my dear. My butterfly nectar will soothe you Anteros listened to Alysinia's comment without interruption. This girl was different to her sister, Lyra. How she got this way was a mystery but maybe the abuse and neglect didn’t help much. Poor Alysinia, thought the God of Requited and Unrequited Love. Maybe camp would make her a more sociable person. He supposed that she had been at camp during the Battle of Manhattan. The battlefield was no place for a child. Sadly, children get caught up in wars easily. It happened a lot in the poorer countries. Poor children.
“Darling, that is no way to make friends. You need to talk to people. You won’t make friends if you don’t try,” said Anteros. “Your birthmark is nothing to be ashamed of Alysinia, don’t treat it as such, please.”
Anteros thoughts turned to how children, even demigods seemed to whine about how awful their lives were. It was annoying and at times, when Anteros made trips to love-filled teens, he seriously wanted to punch them or curse them with permanent acne. Children were so melodramatic! They didn’t realise how short life was. Anteros sipped some more nectar and then summoned a goblet of his nectar, and poured some more nectar into his mug. When Alysinia commented on how Lyra’s hair was more golden and how eyes were more emerald, the youthful-looking God gave a small smile. It seemed to Anteros that Aly liked being more like Anteros than Lyra. He was about to say something when his youngest daughter’s chair toppled over. He got up hurriedly and knelt by her, only to have her smile at him.
“Alysinia, we don’t have much time left. Ever since Lord Zeus closed off Olympus, it’s been hard to speak to talk to my children or going to the mortal realm,” said Anteros, who proceeded to look behind him, as if either Hera or Zeus themselves would enter the dream. Anteros looked to his daughter and thought about how strong she was, not physically but emotionally. To have taken so much abuse in the past and still be standing was impressive.
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Post by Alysinia De’Domenico on Mar 24, 2012 18:48:53 GMT
Alysinia sighed as she sat up, moving a bit to get to her feet as she looked at Anteros with a frown." But, i want to spend time with daddy.. Before I have to wake up.. and go to training and all, please..." she said lightly as she frowned looking at him still. She did not want Zeus or Hera to make him vanish from the Dream, she wanted to spend time with her Father and have fun. Not be stuck without him for her life.
" But, i guess.. People just make fun of me, always have, I guess I just dont want to be made fun of anymore. That's why I hide it. Why doesn't lyara have the wings like me? why doesn't her eyes go brown when she's mad? You said we take after our god parent.. IS that why momma had black hair, and brother but I have blond? Though.. I wish i could of meet you before. OF is my pet dove from you? I heard that gods do that." she asked lightly as she watched him look behind him every so often as she sighed and then moved to him wrapping her amll skinny arms around his neck as she hugged him for a few seconds then let go to sit down by him again well, in front of him was where her bottom was planted.
Aly smiled as she looked at him before looking around the place again. " The cookies were good.." she said lightly as she then looked at her father." Why do me and Lyra act different though.. Shes bravier I think at elast, though I want to still try to Use a blade even if I end up hurting myself.. I just want to help people, but I'd rather hang around Jason... I like him. Hes so kind, and cute, Hes Athena's Son I think, if i am rememebering correctly. But yea.. Your the god of love returned? right?" she asked as she smiled trying to get him to relax and stay longer.
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Post by Anteros on Apr 1, 2012 2:58:22 GMT
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[atrb=width,400] don't worry, my dear. My butterfly nectar will soothe you Anteros wished he could spend more time with his youngest daughter but that simply wasn’t possible. The lives of Gods were difficult and they were unable to interfere with the affairs of mortals, though a few broke this rule. He knew Zeus would be furious with him if he found out that Anteros was even talking to his daughter. He had to leave soon but he knew Alysinia would be sad. Poor girl, how he wished he could make his children immortal, like he had done with Demitri’s mother. She could cook the most exquisite foods, and not just any food either; Greek food, which made her that just extra special to him.
“Sweetie, I can’t stay much longer. Zeus would be very angry with me if he knew I was talking to you. As for the people who make fun of you, just ignore them – they’re insecure themselves. The dove – can’t remember – either from me or your grandmother, Aphrodite.”
Anteros found himself being hugged by his youngest and smiled. It felt strange. He had never really hugged any of his children, so it was a new experience for the God of Requited Love. He then listened to Alysinia, causing his smile to broaden. So, there was a boy, was there? He was a son of Athena, interesting. Athena may not approve, for she didn’t seem fond of her daughter’s relationship with the famous Percy Jackson. The God’s attention turned fully to Aly’s comment about the weapon handling. He frowned a little at this. Surely she knew she couldn’t learn due to his not being good at anything else other than a bow and arrows. Apparently not, it seemed. It would soon be time for her to wake, which was a shame. He loved all his darling children: Lyra James, Alysinia De’Domenico and Demitri Sterantio, along with a few others. Zeus was a big lummox for lusting after so many women, he probably couldn’t remember all of his lovers and children.
“Aly, you are different from your sister. Just like your brother, Demitri, is different from you. Also, I have a confession – you’ll not be able to wield a dagger – I never did learn to use anything else other than a bow and arrows. I'm sorry, Baby Girl.”
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Post by Alysinia De’Domenico on Apr 5, 2012 3:34:13 GMT
Aly sighed as she looked in his eyes frowning again as she sat there." Why... I love talking to you... And people are always mean.. So I like to be alone. or with Jason." she smiled. Aly then sighed as she looked at him then looked upa t the sky laying back thinking about every and then sighed as she lied back inthe grass closing her eyes before looking up at the sky as she giggled. " Well IF Demitri can use one then I can too, with pratcice that is. I like bow and arrows but I wanna use a dagger too, Icna try, and maybe i'll learn daddy. If i dont well then I got a Bow. Right?
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She asked as she smiled then sighed looking up at the air as she then relaxed laying in the grass sighing. Alysinia then sighed as she looked over at her father " why did you tell mommy the name Alysinia.. Itsounds pretty, bit the Sin makes me seem like a bad girl.. I wanna be cute, and lovable." she smiled happily looking at her father giggling as sge grabbed a pink butterfly but its wings with ehr right thumb and index finger then put it down on her father's nose smiling.
" Butterfly kisses for daddy." she smiled happily. Aly then picked a blue flower form the grass giggling as she twirlied it in her finegrs before looking over at her father and holding the flower, wanting him to take it as she smiled softly to him.
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