not Demeter having the epithet φιλότεκνος (child-loving) in the Dionysiaca 😭😭😭💕

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not Demeter having the epithet φιλότεκνος (child-loving) in the Dionysiaca 😭😭😭💕
The horde was nearly upon them when she turned back, something wild in her gaze.
“I can get us out of this,” she said. Somehow, Owen could still hear her voice over the booted feet coming ever-closer. “I just need you to trust me, for a few minutes. I know what I’m asking, but -- Owen? Please.”
She held out her hand. Behind her, the horde screamed with one voice. Owen counted two dozen swords and more, the blades black with old blood.
He could die here, almost without regret, so long as her eyes shone so. But then, he would never see what happened next, what was possible if he just took her hand, and that was impossible.
Owen grasped her fingers, felt the tension thrumming through her, and nodded. He had no words, might never have words -- but he trusted her, this bright, deadly woman, and he smiled back when she grinned up at him.
“All right,” she said. “Cover your eyes!”
The light --!
I did not expect to love these two so much yet here I am, wracked by adoration: the Bee Story.
DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT BEN AND BALTH ---- ALL-FUCKING-WAYS!
LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW THE TIMES WE SEE BALTH MOST AT EASE ARE WHEN HE’S WITH BEN AND HOW BALTH IS ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY LAUGHS @ BEN’S JOKES RATHER THAN ROLLS HIS EYES