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T'ang Dynasty: Summer

We All Have That Sibling We Want To Hurt

Artemis' POV

A bright flash outside catches your attention. You and Zoë have yet to take your relationship further than kisses and light touches.

"Milady, lord Apollo is here." Zoë peeks her head into your tent and you can't help but groan. Standing up from your map table you stalk over to your lieutenant, pressing a chaste kiss to her full lips.

"What does he want?" You mumble against her soft lips.

"I'm not sure milady." She taps your lips once more before stepping aside and holding open the entrance to your tent. With all of the regality and formality your thirteen year old form can muster you stride out of your tent with Zoë at your side.

"Little sister! How are you?" You stop in front of Apollo, staring up at him defiantly.

"I am not your little sister. For the last time we are twins." You can see out of your peripheral vision bows and hunting knives appearing on your hunters.

"You know," he scratched his chin, raising an eyebrow at you.

"It would help if you didn't look like you're younger than me." You seethe silently, knowing that Apollo knows why you look like an adolescent girl.

"What are you doing here?" You struggle to keep your voice calm but it only sounds even more dangerous.

"Am I not allowed to visit my little sister?"

"I am not your little sister!" You all but shout.

"Call me that once more Phoebus Apollo and I swear on the river Styx you will regret it." You emphasize the last four words by jabbing your finger into his chest, and stepping forward, causing him to retreat.

"Milady, please." Zoë places a calming hand on your shoulder. You relax and step beside Zoë, her other hand coming to rest on the small of your back.

"You should listen to your- lieutenant? Oh you have a new lieutenant." You snarl at his words. Apollo fingers Zoë's circlet and tucks her bangs behind her ear.

"Touch my lieutenant or any of my hunters again and you will regret it." You smack his hands away, your eyes glowing dangerously.

"Ooh possessive! When did you get like that little sister?" That's the last straw.

"Hunters," they snap to attention.

"Training exercise," you grin maliciously.

"On my word fill him with arrows."

"Oh you can't be-" Apollo begins backing up towards his chariot.

"Fire." The speed at which arrows accumulate in him brings a smirk to your face. The god dashes to his chariot leaping into it and yelling "YA". His flaming steeds took off into the sky, disappearing into the distance. The hunters laugh and you chuckle a little, leaning into Zoë's embrace.

"Was that truly necessary?" You look at your lieutenant who asked the question.

"Of course. He touched you and he most certainly deserved it." You speak with enough conviction to be charmspeak. The hunters chuckle at your bold proclamation and your lieutenant shifts closer to you. You kiss her thoroughly, holding her close. Wolf whistles break out among the hunters and you draw back smiling.

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