𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑

Well, they weren't gone yet, were they? Admittedly, Dan Heng was still in a melancholic state, and would be for some time as he grieved. For a time, he had become Georios; Amphoreus was Georios, and in the Scepter's destruction, he had lost his "self" and all of the memories and beings that had been one with Amphoreus, not those who had been preserved as memetic entities, much like the Boquelet Nebula that had been preserved in memetic rebirth. Dan Heng hesitated for a moment, but knew he could confide in the future king.

"...Can I be honest, Mydei? I can't guarantee you'll be reborn with your memories intact. Much like us Vidyadhara... it's very possible you won't possess them at all." Some of the fauna of Amphoreus was cropping up on other planets, likely fueled by his power and his promise to Terravox, but he could already sense the difference between them. These were different creatures who ultimately wouldn't remember the lives they'd lived.

hope is in abundance in this eternal page. it has to be, with all they have fought for to get to this chance at a future. hope has always been something close to mydei's heart. hope for his people, hope for his friends, hope for their future. as someone always destined to die, he always had to leave the future in the hands of others and hope for a happy ending. now that he is alive to see that ending, he still hopes even with dan heng's dower words settling over his skin.

❝ the gods are not cruel, they are merely curious. ❞

❝ i have seen empires rise like prayers and fall like silence. ❞

❝ immortality is a slow kind of hunger. ❞

❝ even the divine grow tired of being worshiped. ❞

❝ i once loved a mortal. now the stars whisper his name. ❞

❝ the sea does not forgive. it only remembers differently. ❞

❝ they called me a myth to make me easier to forget. ❞

❝ the sun envies those who can set. ❞

❝ every prophecy is just nostalgia disguised as fate. ❞

❝ my hands remember the shape of creation. ❞

❝ even the gods kneel to time. ❞

❝ i wore divinity like a wound. ❞

❝ there is no glory in eternity, only repetition. ❞

❝ i loved you in every age, and none of them were kind. ❞

❝ the altar still smells like your prayers. ❞

❝ lightning does not ask for forgiveness. ❞

❝ to be feared is not the same as being known. ❞

❝ my heart beats slower than centuries. ❞

❝ the constellations were once my mistakes. ❞

❝ you built temples for me, but i lived in storms. ❞

❝ love, like prophecy, never asks permission. ❞

❝ i have turned grief into galaxies. ❞

❝ mortals call it tragedy. we call it memory. ❞

❝ i spoke the world into being and have been silent since. ❞

❝ the ocean taught me patience, then drowned me in it. ❞

❝ i am both the curse and the cure. ❞

❝ eternity is not mercy. it is echo. ❞

❝ he swore devotion, and i answered with thunder. ❞

❝ the moon only reflects because it cannot burn. ❞

❝ i am the story the poets feared to finish. ❞

❝ divinity is just loneliness with better lighting. ❞

❝ mortals die once. gods die endlessly in legend. ❞

❝ the fates never speak, but their silence threads everything. ❞

❝ i have loved across lifetimes, and each time, it ruins me. ❞

❝ creation was easy. enduring it was not. ❞

❝ my name has been worshiped, cursed, and forgotten, in that order. ❞

❝ the stars are just old gods pretending to be light. ❞

❝ i do not dream. i remember. ❞

❝ he prayed for glory. i gave him consequence. ❞

❝ thunder is only my heartbeat caught in the sky. ❞

❝ i built the world, but i cannot rebuild myself. ❞

❝ every offering is a confession. ❞

❝ i envied mortals their endings. ❞

❝ the divine bleed in metaphors. ❞

❝ i carved your name into eternity, and eternity flinched. ❞

❝ even olympus trembles when the heart remembers. ❞

❝ i have walked through centuries and never found forgiveness. ❞

❝ the gods are not kind, but they are honest. ❞

❝ i loved you like ruin loves beauty. completely. ❞

@ikhorcrown asked: ❝ Your voice sounds different when it’s just for me. ❞

     “ Hopefully tha's a good thing, ” Eros teases gently, her fingers absently tracing the crimson designs on his skin. Not too long ago, she had been alike the rest of the Kremnoans, painting themselves as a way to honor and invoke these same motifs. She adores them so. Every inch of him. Her head tilts upward at the gentle guidance he gives and their lips meet so easily.

     They were meant for each other, weren't they? To lounge in each other's arms like this after such long days. Even if the days are only long for Eros who still works away at the clinic. Who still travels and comes home when she has time. She returns to that which resembles but is not their wedding bed and she lays herself beneath him. Desperate for his attention and ready to give her own in turn.

     Such is the case now when she is bare beside him, their bodies pressed together but not yet in that familiar intimacy. For now their is only the closeness. Hands caressing parts meant only for each other. 

     Taking into memory that which they will be without when again they must be parted.

     They shift enough so that he is the one on top of her once more, his hands cushioning her head as their gazes meet and they are brought once again into those desperate and lingering kisses. His lips trail down her neck and her chest. They tease and taunt at the spots he knows she is sensitive. Where she longs for him to remain but he doesn't. Her head leans back into the pillows and she lets out a contented sigh.

     “ Is this m'king tryin' t' treat his queen~? Hah… c'n't say that I mind one bit… please, love… touch me~. ”

" it is a good thing, " he insists. calloused hands travel over her body. it's different now that eros has reclaimed her past and mydei has enjoyed relearning every arch and valley once more. he touches her vidyadhara features with reverence, kissing the pink scales that dot her body. fingers run down the length of her tail and play with the fluff at the end.

they had both feared that their change of circumstances would lead them to drift apart. that eros would no longer be able to make time for them or that mydei would find her too different from the kremnoan wife he had married. but eros does find the time and mydeimos has fallen in love with her all over again.

any differences add to her beauty and even her speech patterns have become a new quirk he loves. yet the cadence of her voice still changes when they are close like this, becoming the sweet honeyed sound that lulls him into a sense of complete calm and safety.

they truly are meant to be. they are two halves of a whole and he only wishes she won't have to wait much longer until he is real.

that is what spurs mydei to finally climb on top of her. hands holding her steady as he kisses every spot he knows she loves. " i will touch you in all the ways befitting my queen. " he breathes his promise against her hip before nipping at the skin there, marking her so she has something to remember of him when she leaves. and it won't be the only mark he leaves this night.

" because you are mine, just as i am yours. " he travels downwards, hands moving to hold her waist. " even when amphoreus becomes real, i will fall in love with you all over again. even if you have reincarnated by then, my soul will always belong to you. "