they would be queens together, fierce and terrible.
la femme fatale, a circe & artemis fic, pg-13
circe hates the brave new world; especially its men. there's only one person she'll listen to -- the one person she cares about.
“Forbear it,” Circe says ardently, almost as a prayer. She remembers the smoke and fire, the whine of artillery, the blood under the nails. So many bodies floating in her island harbor. The whiteness of Artemis’ face and the dirt in her hair when she arrived, out of breath and bleeding, little boat peppered with holes and sinking fast, soldiers in green uniforms, in hot pursuit. (2,061 words)
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