#aphrcs

Send me ❤ on anon and I’ll compliment someone at random

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Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number.21: Then there’s tongue

     There are no spirits in her closet — there never was. Perhaps this was meant to be, his hopes for her selfish entertainment. To untangle her from his mind would be nearly impossible ( though he has considered diving into the Lethe upon several occasions ), leaving them in an Odyssey of internalized what-if’s and could-be’s. Not even his best guess could predict the outcome of each visit — at least, not without having his hopes stomped upon.

       Then, there is the slightest possibility that the attraction is mutual; it has certainly been the case before, who’s to say it couldn’t spark again? Aphrodite thrives in freedom, he can tell — one can never cage a TEMPEST for long without becoming engulfed in its wonders. If that was the case, Thanatos was playing with elements beyond his control ( a guilty pleasure of his, surely ).

       He allows her to finish her sentence, something about new decor or curtains or something — he isn’t paying attention to anything but her. Lips are moving, beading stories of her new life as the liberated and free; though the facade may sound enchanting to some, there’s something missing. She can feel it when Helios bids goodnight, a deafening silence reminding her of her loneliness. No wonder she occupies herself with all this crap.

SEND ME A SYMBOL FOR ANGST✏: my muse’s letter to yours that they left after they passed away

My Aph

              Once you read this, you are probably filled with many questions.              The only thing that I can guarantee you is that I’m not coming back,              and that is neither your nor my fault. If you ever need me, know that              everything you made me will always be there, though not in flesh.                                                (When was I ever really ‘in flesh’, right?)              I never thought I could be anything but a bag of old bones, but here              we are, parted by forces supposedly greater than ourselves. The              only thing that comforts me, going in to this, is the love I have had              the honor of sharing with someone as perfect as you. For never              ever did I doubt that we fulfilled each other, and it deeply saddens              me to know you must carry on after decades of what we built for              ourselves. One thing I always knew for sure was that you never               needed me, and I can only hope that my instincts still prevail. Do              not consider this a goodbye, because I would never leave you              unless I knew for a fact that we would unite once more.                                      But for now, I am gone until the time comes for us to be                                      together again, and I so wait in anticipation. I love you.