they wonder what it was that made her so desirable to him he - the infamous god, conqueror of hearts bending down to this unfamiliar woman he - an unpredictable force, ever-changing building a home in her arms
they speculate amongst themselves she must be as wicked as he she must be as unrelenting, as powerful the same savage beast beneath made to satisfy his malicious chaos to rival him in venom and quick remarks
((surely there is more to what we see))
she is none of these things in truth, they are of opposing natures an impossible union of order and chaos and yet he remains the same she does not change him, or cage him, or become blind to his misdeeds
and the people, they are unable to comprehend to accept, the kind of love these two share he gives his body to other women still always leaving, embarking on strange adventures she stays in one place, the embodiment of constancy and yet like waves to the shore, he comes back to her
is it weakness? submission? they decide whether to condemn her so repulsed are they by her apparent passivity so quick are their tongues to pass judgment so quick to dismiss her as no more than another one of his conquests
and in the end she chose to raise a bowl to shield him from the serpent’s venom still, they belittle her sacrifice unaware that this goddess, with her bowl is the only one standing in the way ofthe end of everything
I’d be the first to admit that i’ve followed my worst instincts at times. Last year will also make you do that. It feels good in the moment, but it never ends well. I’ve lost my temper, i’ve killed… but lately i’ve had this voice in my head telling me not to go down that path again. Telling me to be patient, to stay steady… it’s Agent May, she’ll tell me to stay on the mission.