#otherworldqueen

[desditosa]

"I can't love you" deathless

angst sentence starters.

“I can’t love you.”

In other circumstances, Thanatos’ reaction would have been much more dramatic — like when he was younger, when he had more chances of becoming more than friends with his King. But at this point, after so many years, and after being there for the god’s wedding, all he does after hearing those words is to stay still... Digesting, letting them sink into his skull, trying to control himself and the sadness that starts to spread within his chest.

So he stares deeply inside Hades’ eyes, but there’s emptiness in his own, as if Death himself had died right there in front of the god of the dead. He breathes, but he doesn’t look like: the amount of oxygen entering his body is so little, so minimal, that eventually he finds the need to take a deep breath to make up for the insufficiency of air in his lungs. And with that deep breath, come the tears to his eyes.

After so many nightmares hearing those words and worse than those words, he really did think that he had built an emotional shield that has prepared him for that moment. For that very moment. But he’s wrong, Thanatos is so wrong... He could never be prepared for that, no shield would ever be enough to protect him from that pain.

With that deep breath, Thanatos’ eyes finally divert from his Lord’s eyes, looking up to the ceiling in an attempt to keep the tears from running down his cheeks, a failure. They run hot down his cheeks, as if his skin had frozen from all the sadness and hopelessness that has spread through his veins, all over his body. His feathers quiver, and he knows that Aidoneus has known him long enough to know it’s not a good sign.

“You don’t have to tell me that,” the angel says, frowning and closing his eyes to let the tears pour, his wings now drooping on the floor with hurt. “That’s nothing new to me, and you really don’t have to say it to me.”

“Than, I—”

“No,” Death interrupts, still avoiding Hades’ eyes. “This is humiliating, and so unnecessary. Why do you think that’s something you should tell someone? Someone that already knows you belong to another. Someone that loves you, even though he knows you’ll never be his.”

The silence that follows Thanatos’ words is accompanied by discomfort, awkwardness, and all the angel wants to do is leave, fly away to the surface as if that’s a place that brings him any type of comfort. But it’s not. He just really wants to leave.

“Don’t ever do that again, sir. Ever.”

It is difficult to fly after that, wings still weak and affected by feelings, but he flies away anyways, searching for a quiet place to cry and let the sorrow pour from his eyes.

@otherworldqueen — hades & thanatos.

[unbcwitched]

"saying my name is so intimate, why would you do that to me" Hades x hera

emotional starters !

   » green eyes were as teary as poseidon’s oceans, taking similar strength as moving mountains to keep from any drops from falling down her face. the female wished for the skies to rain, to hide her face so she could cry without him seeing.  the night was clear, a celebratory gala ( held by the heir of the skies ) were euphorically dancing inside, while the two stood underneath a darling white gazebo, decorated with fairy lights as if it would suffocate without them. was this coming full circle? 

yet even with the staggering the heels, the power of being a goddess on her side, she still felt terribly small. but not in the same way as his brother would make her at times, by accident of course; that was simply the price to pay with such a charming face, dazzling greying eyes that’d steal anyone’s attentions. it was the complete opposite with hades. they saw each other as equals, as confidantes and most importantly, as partners. it was the one of the first things hera could remember as a young child, that no matter what, he’d be by her side.

the news should’ve been joyous, and it had. for hera’s family, it was an accomplishment for her bloodline to achieve such royal status at such a young age. the youngest of three sisters to reach such high recognition. everyone gave blessings and prayers to the young queen-to-be, standing in the center of attention just like zeus did. yet it seemed like everyone was much more happier than hera ever showed. all she could ever think about was how proud her father would be, maybe if he was still around, he would show just a sliver of a rewarding smile.

yet his features didn’t show it. tired lines and soft edges contorted to almost unreadable expression, a rarity for her. his brother was so open that at times, the femme purposely tried to ignore the signs. hera stood with fingers anxiously intertwining together, curled blonde locks falling over her shoulders that were covered in white lace. it hadn’t even been that long, and his attachment was already beginning to grow on her. “ he proposed. we’re getting married in spring. ”

i’ve signed my life to him. 

“ why. ” he asked back. 

how could you.

“ i- ” her lips opened but nothing fell out, not even a whimper. “ please, i want you to be there. for your brother, for- ” hera hesitated as words collided ever so gently, stopping herself from exposing true intentions. “ hades. ”

“ don’t. saying my name is so intimate, why would you do that to me ? ” hades begged. hera’s lips stayed open, uncertain of what to do. she could plea and beg all night, but the fear in her heart told her it wouldn’t be worth the effort. hera took a delicate step forward, one click of her expensive heel. only the fates knew what held in their future, what paths they would lead, but hera wanted to be certain herself. “ say you’ll come. it won’t be the same without my partner there. ”

the echos of her fiancee’s voice pierced through the distorted, distant sounds of the waltz inside, searching through the air of where his ‘ darling dove ’ could be. hera glanced back to her future for a moment, before gazing back to her present. “ promise me, pluto. ” 

silence between them before another ‘ hera! ’ shot through. with a purse of his lips, and a tilt of his head, the god spoke. “ i’ll try. ”

the answer was good enough for her. without thinking twice, hera moved closer and placed a final peck on the side of his cold cheek. an eternal reminder of what possibly could’ve been. with a sickly weak smile, hera spun around and realigned herself to survive the rest of the night by his side. “ coming, my love. ”

the wild warrior had finally become tamed. 

@otherworldqueen

[unbcwitched]

“i never thought being alone could be this bad.” eros x hera remember this iconic duo

 emotional starters !

       » hera awoke with a quiet groan escaping her lips. the blood red she boldly wore the night before had tarnished into something resembling of a bruised apple. it wasn’t that she couldn’t handle her drink; give her all the ambrosia the maidens could make, she’d still outdrink her husband. but merlot ? specifically a few warm bottles that haven’t seen the light of day in who knows how long, well, maybe it had gotten to her head. the queen slowly sat upright from her originally curled position, adjusting herself to the bounce of the couch. strands of her hair were still tinted brown, possibly from the night before as well, and too drunk to change them back to her luscious blonde, hera fell asleep with a strange mix of brown and blonde. 

“ good morning my queen, enjoy our fun last night ? ” eros grinned, his voice echoing outside of her vision. hera huffed as she steadied herself, fingers wrapped around the edge of the cushions to hold her. “ how much did i drink last night ? ” she questioned, eyelids heavy with uncertainty. gazing around, hera slowly took in the environment surrounded her; towering walls with switched off neon lights, white couches and booths filled the room with an open space in the middle, and eros standing behind a sleek bar, pouring himself some kind of concoction. 

“ not much, most likely verging on alcohol poisoning by mortal standards. ”

hera sighed, colliding her back into the couch she was resting on. how embarrassing, a goddess getting drunk like some puny mortal. remnants of the night before flooded the queen’s mind; the drinks, the laughter with eros, an argument with zeus about another mistress - the temptation of showing him that she was there first. dread seeped through her pours, souring the hangover she was experiencing. “ i never thought being alone could be this bad. ” the words seem to fall out of her mouth, honest yet unexpected. hera prayed that her voice was feeble enough for eros to miss it, however with a clink and a clatter, the young god was sitting adjacent from her with two new drinks in hand. one from him, one for her. 

“ i wouldn’t say bad- call it a silver lining, how long has it been since you were free and single, hera ? ”

the queen pursed her lips, hesitating on her response. perhaps too long. she was a happy wife, a loving mother, hera didn’t need to be single. she was zeus’ partner through and through. although. “ a while. it’s complicated. ”

eros pushed the glass towards hera, a tempting offer with a generous smile. could he sense the heartbreak ? the deliciously tragic scent of envy that lingered in her golden veins ? the queen studied the fancy glass before his voice interrupted her scattered thoughts. “ whatever it is, single or not, cheers to complications. ”

hera plucked the glass and followed eros’ actions. 

“ salud. ”

@otherworldqueen