Thanatos
The God of death, the God everyone loathes, and yet the one everyone longs for at the end, the God they cling too, seek comfort in, the God all the others forget about and yet... Olympus itself would fall without him.
He's lonely... under...
"She was the rebel that danced under the starlight and lasted to see the sunrise"
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• Macaria •
I could not count how many times I had read of romance, of passion and love making and all the wondrous things love could invoke into your soul Kissing your sweet heart, feeling the warmth of their lips flow through you, colliding in a fit of passion.
Holding their hand in yours and feeling as though you are Pyramus and Thisbe. Doomed to never be together, but finding each other in death I found my love in death.
I found it at a very young age, chasing my brother and sister through the meadows and longing after the brooding boy in black. Sulking under a tree for days on end.
I found it as I grew older, a becoming woman and experiencing all these new feelings. Staring at him and feeling... confusion, lust, need.
I find it here. In this moment. With death himself sat beside him, hand in hand, like whisperings through the wall. A silent declaration of love and adoration for one another.
Watching the sun rise above us, the breeze around us, brushing against my skin with tiny kisses from his midnight stare. It sent goosebumps along my skin. Informing me of how utterly shook I was, of how I could feel every single element around me.
"Thanatos..." I spoke quietly, afraid to ruin the peaceful atmosphere we had created around us He looked at me, turning his head as I could feel his eyes on me. "Yes... Macaria?" He asked, leaning back on his elbows.
He looked so elegant So unaffected by the beauty around him I suppose he was used to a darker world. A dead world. A world where sun rises are a myth Warmth scarce Happiness rare.
"I truly adore you" I said honestly. Wishing to find the words to describe my feelings for him. And the most I could come up with... love But it was so much more than that.
It was the intense desire to be around him To care for him To talk with him, to know his upmost inner thoughts and demons. And calm them He is everything to me My heaven, earth and hell.
My death.
But all good and peaceful things must come to an end Just like Pyramus and Thisbe, doomed. And I felt all the weight of their demise I felt the hypothetical knife run through my heart in a rush of shock as Hermes came strolling up the grassy hill towards us.
