"...don't remind me," her father grumbled, "Go ahead, then. Take her with you. She's all yours."
"I always was," Erato announced, a little smugly, to tell the truth. Her fingers were firmly locked with those of Achilles. She had given him her blessings, her gifts. He was her hero, and she was his Muse.
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Date: 2012-06-17 10:09 am (UTC)"I always was," Erato announced, a little smugly, to tell the truth. Her fingers were firmly locked with those of Achilles. She had given him her blessings, her gifts. He was her hero, and she was his Muse.