© OOΙ. victorian era pyschopaths
[moments ago she had been experiencing the pure thrill of opening a portal to release the Sovereign, to bring back into their world the one thing she really wanted right now... an advantage over the other Gods; Hind's Blood.
Imagine her surprise when the portal opened and then suddenly she was in a stone-walled room.
In a dress. In a dress that went to the floor and made her thankful that Gods didn't need to breathe.
Naturally, the first instinct for Callisto is to blame the only person she could think of for such a treacherous trap]
ARES!!!!!!!!!!
[then there's a shrill shriek of anger that comes forth from her, loud enough to carry through the walls of her room and toward... well, whoever might be listening through the journal]
You... idiot!
Imagine her surprise when the portal opened and then suddenly she was in a stone-walled room.
In a dress. In a dress that went to the floor and made her thankful that Gods didn't need to breathe.
Naturally, the first instinct for Callisto is to blame the only person she could think of for such a treacherous trap]
ARES!!!!!!!!!!
[then there's a shrill shriek of anger that comes forth from her, loud enough to carry through the walls of her room and toward... well, whoever might be listening through the journal]
You... idiot!