why would a god fear emotion ? something so simple, easy to manipulate, an invisible mass stretching rib cage & splitting lungs ------ the thought of speaking truth to those they cherished was perhaps the most terrifying concept. it made heart beat against bone, them afraid it’d splinter its protection from the scary outside world. hands shook, fingers curling up against each other as arms were held against chest. they hated this. they weren’t human ----- why did they have to be vulnerable ? they were a fucking god. and yet...
honesty was more of a horror than failed empires & legendary plagues. head turned to face the individual next to them, a man crafted of peace and compassion. all the things they were not. it made them feel inferior, to be near someone so pure-hearted as something crawled from darkness and hatred ; the rush of blood to their cheeks perhaps a dead giveaway of their hesitation of something important / how they DESPISED it. one hand released the other, tentatively seeking the warmth of zenyatta’s skin ( finding it on his arm with a gentle grasp, fingers ghosting over heat of flesh ).
❛ . . . do you think love is futile ? ❜
@harmoniris / the gays™













