“they said you were nothing worthy of love. a mistake. a waste. you had already stolen life before yours was breathed into you. she was a summer child with hair like sunbeams, unforgettable yet more forgotten with every passing year. there’s something wicked in her spine that calls to the thrushes surrounding your dead heart. they blow with every whispered breath she speaks, you never knew cruelty could be beautiful. ‘can you love my darkness?’ you asked her with trembling lips and blue eyes her mother warned about long ago, but she is something goddess, something powerful, something monstrous. she does not fear her own shadow and so she does not fear you despite the glint of your claws. after all, she keeps another pair burning beneath her palms. oh, hades, do you remember who you were before your father’s darkness consumed you? before your brother’s callousness determined your future? memory is a fickle mistress, but she can recall enough for two lifetimes. you offered one pomegranate seed to love you forever and she looked you dead in the eyes while she ate six.”
— did you already know she was your equal or were you just hoping | s.t. (via martywrites)
