@divinesought said : “ Loving you feels like drowning in slow motion while you stand on the shore. ”
THERE IS A TEMPTATION TO SHIFT THE WORLD around them as their vessel speaks . in truth , they are not wrong , not fully . their partnership moves like the ocean , at times all consuming and at others desperate to put a world between them . inevitably , though , the tide washes back to shore and they find their feet in the sand reaching for them , heart screaming out for daring to let them wander so far away . there should be punishment . in those moments , the deity should remind them exactly WHAT THEY ARE … and yet the pull towards them leaves them soft . leaves them weak . leaves them fearful of the day her first walks away and the ocean dries to the bone and all of their forgotten lives are laid bare .
there is a part of them that wants to pull away at the word of love . they can try to justify it as worship , as devotion , but sleep knows better than that . they know what they mean to the first , know that when the word love is mentioned it is the love of a mortal world that they have never BEEN ABLE TO FEEL . until they chose them . it had been almost instantaneous as though they had crossed many lives to get to them . as if there was something attached to whatever piece of the soul remains after death to be sewn into the next body to house . and perhaps , if they are being honest with themself , they have begun to believe that the fates draw them together no matter what body vessel appears in . they would always know .
so they stand , eldritch form shrunken into something less imposing , something that promises no pain could come from them . the BLACK WIDOW hiding among the leaves and they know that vessel knows this dance . were they anything but a deity , perhaps they would feel concern or sympathy or guilt . but they are a god and gods to not feel guilt for being exactly what they are . the only concern tangling in their mind is the worry that they're pushing their first further towards running , leaving . and letting them rot to nothing , forgotten in minds and history , reduced to just another lost god THAT THE WORLD CRUCIFIED .
something akin to a pout pulls to pale lips as they move towards them , slowly , almost stalking . head leans back to look up at the first , tilted slightly to the side . they allow the words to live between them , allow them to think of what they've said . when the deity speaks , it's with a voice sharp but soft , deadly but enticing . “ loving me ? i have never pulled my affections from you . of course i am the one on shore as you are the one who threatens to let your belief and desire falter . how many times will i offer a lifeline only to have you decide that DROWNING IS BETTER THAN I ? ” small hand reaches to take one of the other's . “ can't you see that while you're letting the ocean take you , i'm standing there waiting for you to come home . ”
