These are all 99 word drabbles, inspired by something I've read before. All of these are going to be Artemis' romantic exploits with others. Trust me when I say there's going to be lots of incest. And I don't own Greek Mythology. Really, who do you think I am?

ARTEMIS AND ORION

eternity

Artemis gently- not gently, gracefully- picked her way through the forest. There would be no turning back now, she knew, for she had sworn on her bow and mercurial silver-tipped arrows and her very essence of being that she would meet the fair hunter here each night. Son of Poseidon and grandson to the King of Crete, but those labels meant nothing.

Selene drew the chariot high up into the sky, the bright and luminous mother-of-pearl orb gleaming. Reaching their meeting place, she waited and watched the sky, saw her beloved in the stars.

It was a quiet night.

blue

Orion laughed, threading his fingers through the downy hair of the huntress. Artemis leaned back, smiling, invigorated by his touch. She leaned into his arms and chest, her supple body molding into the hard muscles beneath her.

The sun seemed too bright today, the sky too blue by comparison. But his eyes were rich sapphire, the sea in which he swam a gorgeous cobalt, his voice sweet azure. She fancied that she could taste the different shades of blues.

Of course, Orion told her she was being silly, and he would lean in to capture her lips in his.

unheard

Artemis simply smiled as he whispered his promises to her. She knew they were silent for all she would care, because she knew that they did not matter. He didn't need to grant her wishes, because her one hope was to remain with him, by his side, for all of eternity. Or maybe have him by her side. Either way, she wanted to stay with him for as long as she could.

Until he realized that his promises would drift in the wind with nobody to hear, she would pretend to listen. She knew how much he needed them.

mysteries

"Come hurry, my gem," he cried, great agility allowing him to easily vault over the broken log in his path. "It is close." The forest was silent except for the crunch and crackle of leaves underfoot.

"Of course, my hunter." She smiled, her bow steadily gripped in her hand. She quickly caught up to him, choosing to run by his side. "And why have you chosen to lead me into these woods, why have you stolen me away?"

"This is no isolation, Huntress Artemis," he replied with a luminous shining in his eyes. "This is an adventure."

"Of course."

war

Orion knew he was fighting a losing battle. The Immortals would never allow their Huntress in the Moon, their Artemis who had sworn a vow of chastity, to continue seeing him. Eventually, they would decide on what terrible fate would befall him, the son of the Sea God, corrupter and thief of innocence and virginity. His name would be spat on for generations to come. He would be scorned. But he loved her, and so he fought.

Artemis knew she had given up fighting. She had let herself surrender to his passions and charm what seemed like years ago.

dream

Artemis first sighted him quite a while ago. At the time, she hadn't given him a second glance. He was just another man, another of the brutal humans who boasted about slaying the creatures of Earth. She dismissed his presence without a thought. Weak vermin, a coward and shame to mankind.

She needed no sleep, but when the face of that man haunted her daylight dreams, she didn't know what this was. Morpheus was no help, and neither was Athena nor the Muses.

And through all this, Aphrodite and Prometheus- she could see the both of them- were laughing.

redemption

Orion glanced at his so loved goddess in helplessness, wondering what it was that he could do. There was nothing that he could do. He was already gone, spirit released to the underworld. He was granted a moment of respite, allowing him to stray to the upperworld, to steal a glance at Artemis once more.

He hoped that she would forgive herself. A face that beautiful should never have been made to shed tears, especially those of bitter sorrow.

A single sober look and he turned his back on the sad scene. There was nothing left for him there.

nameless

Artemis closed her eyes, wondering who she really was. She was twin sister of Apollo, she was the Goddess of the Wild, she was the Huntress, Goddess of the Moon... There was always something missing from that menagerie of colorful titles. Always something that she wasn't.

Long ago, she had learned to shrug it off. Now, the feeling was back full force as she gazed upon his blue eyes, gaze intense yet tender. However, it didn't bother her so much anymore.

As his tangy taste flooded her mouth, she added one more title to her collection: Lover of Orion.

obsession

He hungered for her, yearned to see her beauty and hear her primal song, her unwavering strength of heart. He longed to plunge deep inside her mind, see what no other man had seen before, feel what no other man had before, to take control over her. He wanted her love. He wanted to learn hidden and dark secrets, what no other man had ever heard before. He wanted her.

Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, he knew this was unhealthy. And yet, he didn't care. Not anymore, anyway.

As long as she said it was okay.

echo

This was nothing compared to the hardships she had undergone in the past. She had seen many killed, she had seen more horrible deaths than his. Gore and blood were not unusual. She knew that she didn't weep.

There is a mortal saying: History repeats itself.

If she ever found herself in this situation again in the future, she still didn't think she would cry.

It wasn't as if she didn't grieve. She couldn't.

Why was she surprised when the salt licked at the edges of her mouth, bitterly sweet rivers running from her heart? Why did it hurt?