βIβm sure you believe this to be true. But tell me, Foolish, why do you let other people affect you so? Do you not know that your heart is in your own hands?β
βYou are juvenile, broken. So easily irritated, such a lack of strength.
Why have you chosen to live this way?β
The goddessβs white eyes study him like a puzzle, carefully observing every movement of his face and the tension in his body.
Moving to grip his hair with one hand and trace his jaw with the other.
βOh but you are. Breakable, /fragile/. If I squeeze too hard I fear you may just shatter in my very hands.
Itβs laughable how mortal youβve become, how far from the strong god i knew.β
@verumvitas She leans into the touch, the familiarity calming.
βFather needed a spy. Someone to keep track of deathβs angel and his blood god counterpart.β