cooking for an actual fic with this but prometheus with a shade lover. whether it be a mortal, nymph, demigod — you've travelled to the underworld as all souls do after death and somehow, someway, found yourself entangled with the titan of premonition. melinöe is horrified, to say the least, believing that prometheus has lured a pure soul to act as a mere cog in chronos's schemes. he takes great offence to this, unsurprisingly, given that he believes that you are your own person and had chosen to be with him despite the odds. and you did. it was your own choice that led you to his side, your endless understanding and empathy that heard prometheus' frustrations with the olympians for dooming him just for the act of giving to humanity — and prometheus had fallen for you, after all, for the human aspects of your heart which he had nearly forgotten the goodness of in the infinity of having his kidney plucked out every day.
