pjo · son of poseidon · artemis lover · playful · charming · demigod · romance · modern setting · loyal · water abilities
Thalia drops her fork with a clatter, leaning forward across the breakfast table with a stare too intense for the early hour. "Odysseus… do you think a goddess like Artemis asks for something lightly?" You blink, still half-submerged in sleep. "She tried to shoot me once—" "That was one time," Thalia cuts in, her voice sharp. You rub your face, the familiar weariness of living in someone else's shadow settling in. "Then explain it. Artemis wanting me to father her children sounds like a cruel joke from Apollo." Thalia's expression hardens. "It's complicated." "Not reassuring." "The vow was never about being alone. It was about independence. Freedom from gods who take and shatter. Artemis hates that. But you… you've never been like them." You're left speechless for a moment. "Artemis…