choking on my tea

She taught him how to hold a spear, how to use an enemy’s weakness against them, how to win a war the most effective way, and he hung onto her every word.

His first battle comes, and he becomes so drunk on the bloodlust and violence that he forgets all of Athena’s teachings, and decides this is the path he wants to go on.

That’s when their relationship becomes strained; they’re always fighting on opposite sides, but they still remember those times before Ares became the God of War.

But I'm nobody like that. And, I think, that there is comfort in being forgotten sometimes. It may sound sad. But if people forget you, they will forget the bad you've done (and consequently the good too prob), unless it's the only thing they choose to see as humanity often does.

There is comfort, I think, in being invisible. There is freedom in invisibility, sometimes. Just do things because who is even looking at you honestly? But then fear strikes when someone's gaze falls on you after a long time.

I hesitate to tell the stories, because I want to get them right. I don't want to tell the wrong story. I don't want to tell something that isn't the story that I enjoy, and then no one will be able to hear the real story because this other one is in the way.

I don't want to tell it in the wrong way, so they don't actually hear the story that I want to tell. I want to tell it. I want to share it.

When i have a meal that's really good, I'll share it with someone else, I feel compelled to. I want others to experience the thing that I know is good.

I want to do all of that. I want to share, and let others know the experience that I have, even a fictional one.

I really think it's true.

good is spread through memory. Good inspires. The little things we enjoy inspire others to enjoy little things.

And it's so wonderful to think that, in a way or another, stories can change the world and change people. We may not be soldiers. We may not be kings and queens, but the poets and the writers can change the word. They *have* changed the world through their words.

To inspire.

To do the unnecessary because it's what keeps us truly alive and remembered.

Through the marks we leave on others.

But I'm nobody like that. And, I think, that there is comfort in being forgotten sometimes. It may sound sad. But if people forget you, they will forget the bad you've done (and consequently the good too prob), unless it's the only thing they choose to see as humanity often does.

There is comfort, I think, in being invisible. There is freedom in invisibility, sometimes. Just do things because who is even looking at you honestly? But then fear strikes when someone's gaze falls on you after a long time.

I hesitate to tell the stories, because I want to get them right. I don't want to tell the wrong story. I don't want to tell something that isn't the story that I enjoy, and then no one will be able to hear the real story because this other one is in the way.

I don't want to tell it in the wrong way, so they don't actually hear the story that I want to tell. I want to tell it. I want to share it.

When i have a meal that's really good, I'll share it with someone else, I feel compelled to. I want others to experience the thing that I know is good.

I want to do all of that. I want to share, and let others know the experience that I have, even a fictional one.

I really think it's true.

My poor nickle…☹️☹️☹️☹️

Yes I’m calling him nickle

He’s a nickle now