@nighternal called: “you knew?” / from nyx! ( two word prompts. )
her voice splinters something in him and he remembers how he has never quite been whole. or rather, he has chosen to break himself apart so that he could be with company. his eyes to chaos, his voice to orpheus, his skin and bone in each cracked shell of cosmic egg that lingers, handed down from god to god like a souvenir from the forbidden. he would give them everything if he could, to see creation flourish toward destruction, then change to wrap its callous fingers around life and work, like art, and expand the great vastness of the universe. that was his purpose, was it not ?? to bestow destiny and time with change. and though he could have sworn he had already given all he had left to give, her question tries to pull more from him that he is not willing to part with.
he doesn't know how to tell her the truth.
that he had always known that her parent unwittingly brought the titan to his throne, and the beast of typhon that ran amuck was another oversight of theirs. that though he had sworn to never get involved again, he could only watch this thoughtless betrayal unravel and do nothing to stop it. and even when he tried, he was too late. somehow, he had always known that she would end up there, frozen in her suffering, her children lost across the realms. and the fates, who cried and wailed, their voices ringing in his ears with every passing day—he had always known, the moment it had come to be, that the world he broke himself to create would nearly end in war.
“ i... ” his voice trembles. she looks at him and he remembers the day she was born. he thinks about the time she spent with chaos, lost days regained and torn apart yet again. and how hard he fought with her parent after they had done the very thing he had sworn not to do. he doesn't know how to confront the truth. that he feels the company he worked so hard to create is starting to splinter and break before him. and maybe it is his fault. maybe he should have done more. he doesn't know.
“ ...yes. ” his voice is soft, blood red lips barely parting to murmur to her. gold eyes look away, dew-stained for as much as the cosmos would let them be. “ i knew. and i am... responsible. ”
