his blazing fire of fury
.
She hates herself.
Artemis has lived for a long, long time, but never—never—has she been one to hate herself. She is, after all, a proud goddess. A virgin goddess—one who never falls in love. She lives the hunt and the only person she loves is herself. She carries herself as one who never dies—as an immortal. There was never anything to hate about herself.
Now there is, though, she thinks bitterly. Because you've broken the only promise you ever meant to keep.
She swore not to fall in love. She swore it. But guess what? She fell anyway.
For her own brother, for Hades sake! It was—why would she fall for him? He's obnoxious, loud, and self-centered. Why would I ever care for him as anything but a brother?
Yes, she hates herself. But yet—whenever she looks in the water, his eyes stares back. They are, after all, twins. And although everything about them is different, but their eyes are the same. They're both the striking blue. So she can never really hate herself.
Not really, because that would mean she hates him too.
(And that would just be a flat out lie.)