Musings.

you always feared god-born achilles the most of all your fellows. his divinity wove him taller, better, quicker, stronger. well here’s a secret for you: my father was a swan, and the monthly blood on my thighs is two-parts ichor. you think achilles was of impressive descent? touch me one more time. maybe it’s time we found out what the daughter of the mightiest god can do. look to your kingdoms. i am coming for them all.

I don’t want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, And the warmth of your cheek against mine.

Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.