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Zagreus was a small infant, not small enough to be concerning, but not as big as one would expect for a child with titans in his blood. He had big doe eyes, as though the world was one big screen he loves to watch. His messy hair fell into those mix matched eyes, and Persephone gently brushed it back, "Careful, little Prince.", she would say, with a voice so tender it seemed almost out of place for the underworld.
he would constantly giggle when she said it. As if he knew already that was his mother and he were her little prince. He was repeatedly sit and watch her, like one might their inspiration for a muse they are still painting. His muse, was the love he would one day carry, as it never fades.
"Mama." That word alone stopped the buzz of the world. Then she turned. And saw her baby toddling towards her as though Ares himself would lead him into victory via his mother's arms. Time stopped around them. Even the shades were not making a peep. Hades was drinking coffee, Zeus knows where from, and almost chocked on it. "Zagreus?" he said, with a tone you would think meant he didn't truly believe it was him. That is quiet the opposite. He knew his son anywhere, and he knew his son's heart. His tone was more to imply the simple disbelief any parent would express when their child says their first word and it reminds you why the sleepless nights were worth something.
"Papa" as if the word mama simply not enough to show his admiration, he said something so soft and pure, Hades took a second to wonder how he was blessed with such a lovely boy. Persphone was already spinning Zagreus around, whispering affirmations and cooing as if War had never existed within these walls. Zagreus giggled, his small hands reaching to touch both Persephone and Hades' face at once, and, albeit reluctantly, Hades leaned down enough to be patted by his son.
Zagreus sat, watching Nyx and Persephone talk, smiling wide as though the moon crescent itself was a mere atom is spectrum. His two mothers, seeming so joyous filled the little one's heart with a fulfilment not even the fates would take away
*sorry it is short, also idk if used spectrum in the right context here but shhh*
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When Athena was born, it wasn't something you would hear of. She was born from concentration, thought... And somehow Zeus. She was not much taller them a ball when born, her eyes seemed to glare into Zeus's eyes when born, as if she knew the weight of every decision before she even knew her name. And she received her name, it was a title she held with honour, and despite Zeus's assumptions, Hera did not try to smote the young child, instead she showed care and reverence that Athena welcomed without film understanding, but safety
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When Artemis was born, she held the stars in her eyes, and she knew she did not need the flesh of others to surround her with lies, she was gently cradled by Leto, her mother, then placed down slowly and carefully next to a cub. "This, darling, is a wolf. You will grow to love them as the stars love being orbited.", her mother said, and though Artemis just blinked at her, probably thinking she was a mad woman, she did not protest. She did not protest so much, her first word was not mother or father it was, Cub. But not about a wolf. About herself, because in a way, she was the wolf
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Ares was born in the dead of night. A rather claiming time for such a chaotic soul. He opened his soft brown eyes and, for a man who would one day rage war, he let out a pure sound, a coo, his hands already reaching for his mother like he knows his queen. His soft smile almosted eases the tension in Hera's body as she stared back and such a tiny but undeniably hers, boy.