II. worship him for his intricate tongue, tracing you like Aries to constellations.
V. THERE IS A GOD INSIDE ALL OF US (do not wake it)
VI. he makes you feel like a God, at his side. bright and blazing, you’re waiting to burn out.
VI. you never do.
VII. you’re standing at the tips of the world, places that are green, that are ruins, places that are barren and cold without him.
VIII. HE IS THE GREATEST WARRIOR, SO THEY SAY
IX. and you begin to understand why his hands taste like the sweet tang of rusted daggers, his words a flowing sea– green eyes pierce more heavily than spears. this you know: he is made to end, made to command (command your body to ache for his), this and this you know: this man was made to be a legend.
X. a wolf within the sand
XI. MORTALS CANNOT FEEL SUCH PLEASURE
XII. he’s unreal and broken, so you fix him back up with an eager mouth, loving his sounds– spine arching up because you’re everywhere. everywhere like the Gods, and for once, it’s the dawning of realization that life is meaningless.
XIII. the only meaning is him.
so you will follow him, wherever he may go.
XIV. And that, that is why every hero falls.
Dear Patroclus, do not let the Gods find out that you’re in love (k.s. whittaker)
“There are many futures, sister. Some are shrouded in mist and others are clear as cut glass. But your gift is powerful and this vision cannot be ignored. You cannot allow this serving girl to take your rightful place upon the throne.”- Morgause