#psychexmp

Tsukuyomi had met Psyche, and wondered why he had never met someone like her ever before. Ever since his arrival on the island, he had been making new discoveries of other pantheons and their cultures and deities. Never had he thought he would be broadening his network so much; he never thought he’d meet a goddess like Psyche. In his culture, one endures and hides one’s own pain. There are many deities in Japan. Seemingly a deity for everything, everything existed, all but a deity for the soul. Exactly that Psyche embodied, for she seemed to be able to look straight through his soul, and with a touch healed him, bit by bit. He couldn’t say he had overcome his pain and trauma fully, yet he found himself longing for her presence more and more. Tsukuyomi was subservient, once, but never reliant -- and this prospect left so many uncertainties. Yet he still welcomed her into his private office, a warm smile spreading across his features, eyes darting around to try and search for the right place to rest his nonexistent gaze. He always enjoyed her treats, and expectantly, his ears perked, ready to listen to today’s recipe. He was met, however, with silence. He rarely lamented over his lack of vision anymore, but now he did, as he had no idea what was happening and why she had suddenly stopped in her tracks. In a moment of panic he reached out to pull her closer, palm pressing against her back, holding his breath to listen to her breathing. Except that exposed his heavily beating heart, so instead he cleared his throat lightly. “Are you alright?” He murmured, his other hand stroking her hair, only stopped when she pulled away, with a thank you that he didn’t quite understand. Why was she thanking him? He should be the one thanking her. “Don’t be silly,” he chuckled, eyes still staring off into nothingness. He’d never seen her before, but he was so sure she was beautiful on the outside, just as much as she was on the inside.

“Um Psyche,” she starts slowly, making sure the woman isn’t busy as she approaches her. “Would you perhaps mind to tell me about your past? I’m looking into the Greek pantheon and I’d love to learn more of the real stories rather than just the myths and legends.”

It appeared to be a simple breakfast stew she was making, and he turned his head slightly in the direction of her husky voice, lips turning upwards into a small smile. He could feel the steam tickling his nose, and he reached over to let the spoon graze against his teeth as he sipped on the liquid slowly. “I really like it,” he responded simply, his tone calm but laced with subtle joy, his hand extending forward to grab onto hers. “Thank you.”

Giselle peered with much excitement at the pastries on display, the different colors and aromas intriguing her immensely. Her mother was in every way perfect to her; even her pastries tasted warm and loving and made one feel wanted. "Can I really pick any?" Fingers waggling at the glass screen, she pondered over her choice for the longest time before her eyes landed on the blueberry ganache tart. "This one looks special. I want that one."

It was just another day, but Giselle felt different. As though there was something worth looking forward to coming her way. Out and about for lunch solo, she put in a little extra effort dressing and grooming herself this morning, to take on whatever this feeling was head on. It almost felt as though she needed to impress whoever was going to grace her with their presence. She had never felt this way before, and the chills that ran down her spine almost gave it away to her. Could it be...? Before she knew it, a warm, tight embrace came her way, and before her instincts could force her to push away from it, the familiar touch, aura, scent, told her not to. It was only now did she realize her mother had been there for her all along, as wafts of this captivating scent that had surrounded her for her entire life brought tears to her eyes. Pulling away only to take a good look at the goddess, a hand clasped over her mouth at the breathtaking beauty like she had never seen before. The moment she had been waiting for had finally come. “Mother...!”