the things that greet me when i lift up a rock

Melinoë weeps, red in the face as her body trembles like a leaf in the wind.

“I deserve this,” she sobs. “I have experienced nothing but grief and suffering since I came here. What is there to learn from this? I never should have left.”

Prometheus shakes his head. “You cannot learn if you are unwilling to see the mistakes in your actions,” he says and she sniffles pathetically.

———

or, burdened by her task, melinoë seeks an escape. when the titan of foresight offers her his hand, she does not refuse him.

a/n: i was super lazy last week and refused to make formal posts for my witchflame week contributions. i have two and this is one of them... i'll try to post the other one sometime in the week.

that said, this fic is about 20,000 words long! a thesis, if you will, and is a strange amalgamation of every prompt for every day of @witchflameweek! i crashed out many times while writing this but it was worth it.

in a different life perhaps...

Please enjoy this WIP that I'll probably never finish :')